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Chapter 3

The bells sound across King's Landing let it known one thing, and it was that the king was returning home after a long year of the war. Robert Baratheon felt alive, finally, after so long. He could experience war again. The Stag King knew that he was not the best king that had ever lived. Not the worst, perhaps, but truly not the best. Yet, when it was about war, Robert knew it all. That was what he was meant to be. A Warrior travelling through the battlefield smashing heads, and once the fight finished. He would go to a brothel and enjoy a whore. That was the life he always wanted.

Robert saw King's Landing's entrance, the Gate of the Gods, and groaned deeply. Robert simply shook his head, already dreading whatever awaited him inside his city, and the sight of the Red Keep did make him feel any better. There he was, going back to the ball and chain, to his "dear" wife and family.

"There it is, the god's forgotten city," Robert said, with a grunting voice.

"The city looks fairly different from before," Ser Barristan said as he was riding next to his king. Robert frowned, wondering what his lord commander of the Kingsguard meant with that. But the more they approached King's Landing, the more he realized that no smell assaulted his nose. Robert took a deep breath and expected the odour of shit coming from the city, but it never happened. No, instead, a normal scent of garden emanated from the city.

"There's no shit in the air?" Ser Jaime asked, confused.

The king's arrival was met with the usual cries of joy from the common folk. Robert was confused. He knew his popularity was not bad nor great. Yet, right now, everyone was thrilled to see him. Robert, of course, smiled at the people waving. Then, Robert and the rest saw new buildings in Cobbler's Square. One was a big one that seems still to be under construction. It looked like a sort of small guild castle and a few others that seemed to hold a lot of foreigners selling new merchandise. Robert could hear the accents. They were from Essos. But while he wondered what was going on. Robert saw how the Street of Steel had big and long holes in the ground, and big tubes of copper were being laid down underneath the street. That was the new pipe system, and they were the first ones to see it being installed.

"What is that?" Ser Jaime asked, pointing at the construction going on near them.

"I don't know. But I guess we'll find out soon enough," Robert muttered suspiciously.

Robert's company marched to the Red Keep, where suddenly, he started to notice new buildings as well. New towers were being built, and some were repaired. Still, there he saw everyone waiting for him. The small council, and his family. There he saw his daughter, with that white-silver hair and golden eyes. She has grown, and so have the rest of his children. Yet, he noticed a few unknown faces he didn't recognize. An older girl with the same blue eyes as him and his dark hair, then there was a boy who was the living image of the king, and he stopped with him before them. Who are they? Robert wondered. Yet, he could swear he recognised the girl. Could it be? Mya?

"Welcome back, your grace," Galadriel said as she kneeled before her king's father, and so did the rest.

Joffrey did, too as well, but the supposed heir to the crown saw how no one was looking at him but his sister. Not even his father, the king, paid attention to him. He could only sneer at his sister.

Robert coughed nervously for a reason as he stood down from his horse. He walked towards her and looked up and down. She is getting more beautiful by the minute. Robert thought, groaning. I need to find a proper match for her. But I don't want her to marry any Southerner lord's son. They are not worthy of her. I wonder if Ned's oldest son is going to be a good match. Robert pondered secretly.

"I'm back," Robert said, not adding much since he truly didn't know what to say.

"My love, welcome back," Cersei said with a soft and rather fake voice. However, Galadriel truly believed Cersei was saying it to her uncle, Jaime, who looked at the newborn in his sister's arms. Galadriel rolled her eyes but kept her face stoic.

"Greet your child," Cersei said, but Robert only stared at the golden hair and scoffed.

"Another golden shit," Robert hissed, and he looked at Joffrey, who, for the first time, had a face of shame and pain. Galadriel almost feels bad for her brother.

"I wonder when you're going to give me a true Baratheon-looking child, woman."

Cersei's face morphed into one of fury and hurt, and even Galadriel felt insulted by Robert's statement. Yes, he may be born out of incest, but Tommen was her little brother, and more importantly. He was an innocent child.

"I'm tired. I'll leave you be. But in a few hours, I want my council to tell me what is going on in my city and you," Robert said, pointing at Galadriel, who only stared at him, unmoving. "You will tell me what you have done in the past year."

"Of course, your grace," Galadriel replied.

Robert nodded and left while everyone else was now relaxing.

"What a welcoming," Renly muttered.

"The king is tired after a long way home," Baelish added.

"Indeed," Varys said.

Galadriel smiled at Ser Barristan, who replied kindly. "My princess, it seems you have been working quite a lot this past year."

"I have, Ser Barristan, yet, it was not enough. Still, I would like to believe I did everything I could for the good of the people."

"I'm sure you have," the older knight said with a gentle voice.

Galadriel then saw Jaime's face, who was smiling brightly at the sight of his son in Cersei's embrace. It was a rather twisted sight, but Galadriel was getting used to it. Besides, Galadriel looked at the way Mya was looking in that cute gown and smiled. This world offers so many new sensations I'll have to bite into some of them. Galadriel thought with her own twisted mind.

"Uncle, isn't Tommen the cutest baby ever?" Galadriel said, smiling.

Jaime looked at her and smiled honestly. "Aye, that he is."

"Mother, can I play with him?!" Myrcella asked excitedly. Cersei only giggled softly.

"Not yet. He is sleeping," Cersei whispered.

Galadriel could almost swear that her family could feel normal once in a while. Well, as normal as a family like hers could be in any case.

"Well, uncle, you must be tired after that long journey. Why don't you take a break?" Galadriel asked, and she noticed that Jaime looked fatigued, but one look of Cersei made it all go away.

"I would love it, my dear niece," Jaime said.

"Mm, Galadriel, my dear. Please, take care of Tommen for a while, while I speak with your uncle. Would you?"

Galadriel sighed internally, knowing what those two were going to do.

"Of course, mother."

Galadriel's worries disappeared as she took her little brother in her arms. Those pretty green eyes looked at her, and the baby boy giggled at her. Was Joffrey this cute too? Galadriel wondered while looking at Joffrey, who was hissing and muttering lowly while no one was paying attention to him. Galadriel could say that her oldest sibling was a handsome little boy. Physically, at least. It was obvious since Jaime and Cersei were incredibly beautiful themselves, so that was the most natural thing to expect from a child from them.

Still, Joffrey is an idiot. Galadriel thought. But well, now that the king is back. I guess it's time for me to move up. Galadriel looked at the sky and smiled brightly. It was going to be fun.


Galadriel sighed as she was now in front of her father. The king and she were alone in the throne room after the small council meeting ended. The reunion of Robert and his advisor was without incident, and there was nothing else for them to do or say. Robert was incredibly impressed by his daughter's ability to do what she did in less than a year. The princess could not only get rid of that stench in King's Landing but also repair and build a new sewer system across all of King's Landing. It wasn't finished yet. But it was almost complete. There were also those new buildings. Some of them were places called soup kitchens created for the poor. There was also a place called King's Landing Workshop, and it was a place where a peasant could go and learn a craft in a few weeks. It was getting really popular, and they were expanding it quickly. There were many other places, like the Healing Center or Hospital, as Galadriel would call it, where septas and Maester with healing chains could go and practice, learn, and use their abilities to provide to the common folk. Yet, the most important of all was a grand building being constructed in the middle of Cobble's Square.

Robert remembers that construction but never thought it would be a bank. King's Landing was going to have a bank of their own, and from what he could understand. It was just the beginning.

"You've been busy," Robert declared, watching his oldest daughter looking at him without moving an inch.

"I have, yes," Galadriel replied without adding much.

"Banks, new buildings, new policies, all of that in less than a year," Robert said, paying attention to her expression, yet she was calm.

"And bringing bastards to court," Robert added, finally, which made Galadriel's eyebrows twitch quickly.

"Your children, your grace," Galadriel pointed out with a sharp tone of voice.

"Why?" Robert asked, confused, ignoring his daughter's tone.

"They are my siblings… that's all I care," Galadriel said, and Robert frowned, but he could say that a part of him was happy to see one of his children have a voice of their own. Especially his daughter. She may look like a Targaryen in his eyes, but he could see that Baratheon fire inside of her.

"And how did your mother take it? I doubt she was happy to have a few bastard children around."

"Their names are Mya and Gendry," Galadriel pointed out, again, with much care as Robert scoffed but had to smirk at the nerves of the girl.

"You haven't answered," Robert stated again, increasing Galadriel's irritation further.

"Mother was incredibly angry, of course. Yet I was capable of reducing her fury."

"And how could you do that? Gods know nothing is capable of stopping that woman's anger," Robert said with curiosity.

"Well, I just use my charming disposition," Galadriel said, shrugging off what truly happened. Cersei, of course, was furious about Mya and Gendry being around. So much so that she was plotting to get rid of them; well, Galadriel couldn't allow that, so she just used her charming skills to stop her mother from doing so. It wasn't difficult, thanks to her abilities. She played with Cersei's mind, and while she would never be kind to them. The queen would ignore them for now. But Galadriel put some spies and protections to them, and so far, she has stopped a few killers, but they weren't from her mother but from Renly and some other nobles.

Renly's reason for that, from what Galadriel understood, was because he did not want any future contestant to be added. Gendry was the oldest male bastard from Robert, so the danger of him becoming legitimate was there. Not that it would happen. Gendry didn't want it. So, after a few tries, Renly seems just to get annoyed by it and moves on from now. Mya doesn't know why people would want her dead. Their reasoning was stupid in her eyes. Yet none of them would succeed. But that wasn't important now. Nothing would happen to them while she was there.

"Charming disposition, you say? You bride her with something, didn't you?"

"Maybe… who knows?"

"Well, I do hope. What are you doing with them here? I can't guarantee their safety," Robert said with a sigh.

"Don't worry about it. They don't want to be legitimized, so no worry on that route," Galadriel said, making Robert even more confused than before.

"They don't want to be legitimized?"

"No, they just want to… they just want to be around with family, so no problem there. So, you understand why Mother, while angry, did not say more."

"Still, she is not the only one who could hurt them. So, if they get killed, don't come crying to me," Robert said, with quite a nasty voice. Maybe it was not that he wanted them to die or that he was indifferent to them. Or, he was just trying to look cold towards them. It was better that way, he believed. Yet Galadriel sneered at him.

They are your children, have a modicum of respect! Galadriel thought angrily.

"I won't," Galadriel replied, with just a stony face of her own.

Robert nodded but couldn't help but feel those golden eyes judging him.

"Now, you sat on this chair and did a lot of good. I won't deny it. Yet, I must let you understand that Joffrey is still the heir. You understand?" Robert was waiting for a reaction of sorts, of anger or pain. He does recall Stannis's look when he gave Renly Storm's End, and he was waiting for the same from her. Why? Robert doesn't know. He was trying to find anything to make him feel as if her daughter was going to be the same. Robert didn't want to feel proud of her. He wanted to avoid any feeling of attachment, that's why. He wanted to see with his own eyes how his daughter felt.

Yet, to his surprise, he saw nothing, just a serene face.

"I know, your grace. Nevertheless, it was my duty as the princess to do my utmost best for the good of the realm."

"I see," Robert replied, not saying more.

"Your grace, could I ask to be present in the meetings of the small council from now on?" Galadriel asked.

"Mm, well… as long you understand your position. I'll allow it."

"I thank your kindness, your grace."

Robert said nothing more for a few more minutes. Then, only sighed. "That would be all. Leave."

Galadriel gave a small bow and started to walk away. But before she could leave, the king called her.

"Wait," Robert said, having problems finding the words in his throat.

"Your grace?" Galadriel asked, a bit confused.

"You… you did a good… my daughter. You make me proud."

Those words took Galadriel by surprise, as she was sure Robert would never say something like that. But yet, he did to her, now. She wasn't sure of what to say or feel. It was rather bizarre. So Galadriel only nodded awkwardly.

"Thank you… father," Galadriel muttered, feeling incredibly strange to say those words. It was such an unbelievable occurrence. Yet, she couldn't let her mind wonder about it. She had things to do.


"Ah, I was so afraid!" Mya wailed as she let a tremendous wail of relief as she sat down on a chair.

"It's more stressful than I thought," Gendry whispered as he started to beat the hot steel with his hammer, realising some of his anxiousness on the ingot.

They were all in Toho's Mott, just relaxing from the long day. Well, it was mostly Gendry and Mya who were relaxing there. Since Mya's arrival, the Vale girl has found a form of connection with her half-brother in the making of swords and spears. She wasn't a blacksmith, but she enjoyed watching Gendry perform more of his craft. As was Gendry speaking with someone who shared the same dry type of humour. But truly, what stuck it all together, was their love for their sister, the princess, who made it all possible.

"You mean to tell me that meeting your father was more terrifying than my mother?" Galadriel asked, baffled as she stared at both of them.

"Both were equally terrifying."

Gendry and Mya replied, making Galadriel chuckle.

"Alright, I understand. It's not easy, but, thankfully, it was fast."

"You say that now," Gendry muttered.

"So, now what?" Mya asked.

Galadriel hummed, thinking about what her siblings could do from now on. She thought about something and wondered what she could achieve if her siblings mastered something like an ability or something. Could she make them level up? Well, she doubted it. They were human, normal, and mortal humans. But what if they weren't? Could Galadriel make them not be human? Or, at least, could she give them something they could use? Galadriel couldn't help but wonder about the possibilities.

What if I give them an experience potion? Could it help them learn something fast? What if I gave them a scroll? Could they use it? There are so many things I could try with them. It truly makes me wonder. Galadriel pondered deeply.

"Well, you could both learn how to fight… Gendry. I know you like this craft. But I would like it for you to learn how to fight, the same with you, Mya."

"Like a knight?" Mya whispered.

"A knight…" Gendry whispered too.

Galadriel wondered if it would be a nice entrepreneur if she could get her own loyal knights. Everyone has them, so why couldn't she? Besides, it would allow her to experiment with them first. Items, potions, whatever it takes, to see if she could surpass human nature in the world. Who knows, it could prove useful. So, with that in mind, she smiled at them.

"Yeah, of course. I'll need my own knights, my own banners, in the future. And I would like for the both of you to be the first."

Gendry and Mya looked at each other and couldn't help but wonder if she was just playing around. But with one of complete seriousness and with determination.

"My life would be in danger in the future. I can see it. So, I'll need people I can trust, people… I can put my life into their hands."

Gendry knew it better than anyone that his sister was speaking the truth. He has visited the Red Keep, and he has noticed the way some nobles looked at his sister. They would surely try to do something to her. It worries him. Mya thought the same as him. Both half-siblings had little power right now. But they wanted to keep their young sister safe from any danger. They don't know how, but it would soon change.

"I don't have much strength right now. But, you know, I'll give my life for you, sister."

Gendry told Galadriel while she smiled at him. Mya looked at her small hands. She was tall, yes, but had nothing more going on. No muscles of actual strength to fight. She debated with herself if she could even swing a sword properly. Yet, looking at her sister. Mya felt the need to do more for her. The princess was, after all, the reason she was now there with her family. As small as it was and as fractured as it may be. It was her family, and she would protect it.

"I'll do what I must for you… whatever it takes."

Galadriel smiled at both of them. "I know you both will." Now, Galadriel needed to find a way to train them and to see if she could boost their power from a normal pathetic human to a true warrior. It would be interesting to see.


Months have passed by, and Galadriel has secretly moved her pawns around. She was currently looking at the map, where the next big move of her would take place, and she smiled brightly. The north part of the Crownlands was a goldmine for future infrastructure. The most fertile lands were there, from Hayford Castle all the way to Maidenpool. Galadriel wanted those lands for her, and she would take them. That's why she was excited about that night.

"It's going to be incredibly fun!" Galadriel said.

"[Devil's Advocate] and [Hell's Attorney]" Galadriel called, and from the shadow, two demons with a lawyer outfit and some strange suitcase appeared. Their face was demonic, with longhorns and red eyes. They had long claws and goat legs. They were terrific to look at but not to Galadriel.

"My lady," both demons said, bowing to Galadriel.

"Is everything ready?" Galadriel asked.

"Yes, my lady. The lords and the soldiers are in position. As well as their route escape."

Galadriel nodded and smiled. Galadriel did not have many summons skills in her inventory. Her build wasn't for that, yet the ones she has been proving incredibly useful. She was using [Devil's Advocate] and [Hell's Attorney] in order to use [Demonic Puppeteer] on those lords and their Bannerman and mercenaries' group in Essos. Slowly pouring their minds with ideas and whispers. Galadriel, at first, wanted to see how well that ability worked in the world. So, she was an incredible surprise that there wasn't a need for her to test it. They were practically under her control. It didn't take too long for that. If she ordered them to jump, they would. So now she has what she needs.

"Good, let's hope they don't make it boring. I'll hate if things get boring."

Galadriel whispered with a smile as she looked at the sun coming down, welcoming the night.

And the night would just do that. Welcome to the dark.


Jaime sighed deeply, enjoying the feeling of Cersei in his embrace. The last days were incredibly peaceful, all things considered, without a problem. So now, he was just enjoying the fruits of his life and smiled at the flirty face of his sister's face. He could feel her naked body touching his skin as both were naked on the bed.

"You're thinking of something, don't you?" Cersei whispered huskily.

"Nothing, really. I am just enjoying life," Jaime replied with a smile.

"The last days have been quite calm, especially when we are talking about King's Landing," Cersei said with a sigh.

"And here I thought I was the only one thinking the same," Jaime teased.

"Maybe it was the smell of the city that made everyone so tired and mad all the time," Cersei added.

"I wouldn't pass that."

Jaime noticed how his sister looked out the window, where she could see the city. There was something melancholy in her eyes, and Jaime didn't know what it was. But he believes that it has to do with his niece—the princess.

"Are you thinking about Galadriel, don't you?" Jaime said, and Cersei only stared at him for a few seconds and sighed.

"I am worried about her," Cersei whispered.

"Why? She seems to do very well on her own. Look at her. She is barely six and has accomplished more than any king before her in just a year. I… I am honestly surprised. No, I am shocked."

"That may be true, but you weren't here, Jaime. She is still very innocent, naïve even. I have seen it before."

"She'll learn, just like everyone else."

Cersei was worried for her oldest daughter's eyes. Her child was everything she had always aimed at. Not only was she smart and witty when the time required it. But she was also incredibly kind and lovely to her family and even the poor bastards. It was one of the reasons she was compelled to let them live. Cersei just couldn't do anything that would upset her daughter. Nothing.

"Father would teach her well," Cersei whispered. "She is everything he ever wanted."

Jaime frowned at those words. It wasn't something his sister would have said in the past. Cersei would often boast about how smart she was compared to him or Tyrion, how she was the only one truly contributing to the Lannister legacy. It was a never-ending tale, but one Jaime has gotten used to. Yet, to hear how much she praised Galadriel, which was in his heart. He truly believes the girls deserve it. It was strange.

"Truly?" Jaime replied in a mildly mocking tone. Cersei only slapped his chest but smiled.

"She would have been the greatest ruler in the Seven Kingdoms."

"If?" Jaime asked.

"If she has been born a man," Cersei whispered.

"Joffrey would still be heir to the throne."

"I know, but we both know the truth."

Jaime said nothing about it, but he couldn't even deny how right Cersei was about it. Galadriel had everything going out for her. She was kind and smart. She helped the people and always wanted the best for the people. Honestly, Jaime didn't know where she got all that compassion. It wasn't from the Lannisters, that was for sure, or perhaps it was? Jaime recalled memories of his mother. Joanna was kind and compassionate as well. He was the only person in the world who made his father happy. It was one of the reasons why Jaime believes Tywin was unusually kind towards his granddaughter. Maybe the old lion sees something in her that no one else could see. Or perhaps it was the small Targaryen blood running inside her—the good side of the dragon.

Jaime could still recall those small moments. He spent with Rhaegar, the last dragon. The king that never was. Jaime couldn't help but wonder what type of future awaits for her.

"It almost sounds like you wanted her to become queen," Jaime pointed out, and he expected Cersei to hit him or to say something. But Cersei only remains quiet. Her face was filled with emotions and thoughts that made Jaime worry.

"I… don't…"

However, before Cersei could add more, they both of them heard a small scream. Jaime instantly got up. He slowly approached one window of their little hidden place, and carefully he looked up to the Red Keep, where the new towers were standing proudly. He saw fire and a sound he knew all too well.

"Stay here!" Jaime said quickly and wasted no time in putting back his armour.

"What?" Cersei asked, trying to put some clothes on her naked body.

"They are attacking the Red Keep," Jaime whispered, his mind suddenly turning to his sword and armour.

And so was the same with Cersei's mind that went immediately to her children. "My children!" Cersei yelled as she just put whatever she could on and sprang out of the room.

"Cersei! I say stay behind!" Jaime yelled.

"You're sick in the head if you think I'll leave my children alone!"

Cersei ran away as Jaime cursed between breaths. Both Lannisters had a long night ahead of them.

On the other side of the castle, Robert Baratheon, the king, was swigging his large hammer around, killing all those poor fools who dared to disturb him while he was with his whores.

"Another one!" Robert yelled with euphoria. The king shivered in excitement. For him, sex was wonderful, but the thrill of a battle was just something more exhilarating. He looked around and saw two more soldiers, and he recognized their sigils. Robert frowned at the audacity of them to attack him so openly. But first, focused on the battle.

"You want to kill me?! Here I am!" Robert yelled and was barely wearing clothes, but no one could deny that he didn't need them. Those two soldiers just seem numb for some reason. Robert didn't know why, but they were just there—not saying anything.

One of the soldiers attacked him, pointing his son directly at Robert's head. Yet, the Stag king saw it right away. So, he moved faster than a man of his size could. He swung his hammer and struck the soldier's chest with all his might. Then, quickly, Robert again raised his large hammer and hit the other soldier directly in the head. The skull of the man practically exploded. Robert took a deep breath, trying to regain some of his vitality.

And quickly saw Ser Barristan and Ser Boros Blount. Both had their swords covered in blood.

"Your grace!" Ser Barristan exclaimed.

"Ser Barristan, tell me what is going on," Robert asked, his mind already in battle mode. He may be an awful king, but warfare, that he understood.

"A small continence has sneaked past King's Landing defences. I don't know how or who. But for the banners and sigils. They are clearly House Chyttering allies. There are some other minor houses, too."

Ser Barristan said, and Robert scoffed. He knew from Varys's report that those houses didn't like him one bit. But he never thought they would attack him so openly, at least not in such a way.

"Sound the bells!"

Robert yelled, and then he recalled something, and it was his children.

"Ser Barristan, where are my children?" Robert asked urgently.

"Ser Mando Moore, Ser Preston Greenfield, and Ser Meryn Trant were on the other side of the Red Keep guarding the princes and princess hallway. They must be there," Ser Barristan said.

"Where is the Kingslayer?" Robert asked, and as soon as he asked that. An unknown group of soldiers approached the king's chamber. More Bannerman from the Chyttering family.

"Kill them!"

One of the soldiers yelled, with a rather numb voice, a type of tone Robert and his knights didn't notice at the moment. Ser Barristan and the Stag King were proving to be everything and more. Robert was a monster with his war hammer. He was not as stylish and lethal as Ser Barristan, who was cutting through the poor enemy soldiers like he was carving a cake. But the king was a natural fighter, just like the legendary knight.

It took not long before those soldiers fell at the hands of the king and his kingsguard. Yet, only one remained.

"You little fucker," Robert grunted, filled with anger, using his naked feet to push the head of the soldier, who was now a rebel in Robert's eyes, on the cold stone floor.

"Who sent you?! Tell me, and I'll make your death faster, you cunt!" Robert yelled. The soldier grunted in pain as Robert used his war hammer to crush his hand.

"Speak!" Robert's voice was now fully on edge. Then, the soldier looked at him from the ground. Robert could see the dead eyes of a man with no fear of what was about to happen to him. No, Robert knows those eyes better than anyone. Robert now knew these people were serious. Or, well, that's what Robert believes since he wasn't noticing the small little spider, a tiny spider that looked like a Black Widow, slowly crawling out of the rebel's pocket.

"We didn't attack to take you out!" the soldier groaned. "Oh, no, no! We came here not to hurt you! We came here for the princess!"

Robert and Ser Barristan froze in place. Especially Robert, whose mixed feelings for his daughter still haunted him. Yet, right then. Robert felt something he had never felt before. A feeling of dismay, or horror and worry.

"What…?"

"Yes… We'll make her pay for your crimes! Usurper!"

Robert's heart pumped faster than he quickly, blinded by anger, smashed the head of the man with his hammer and, without even bothering to see if the man was still alive, looked at Ser Barristan.

"I want King's landing close! Send the ravens! I want my troops ready! Now! Now!" Robert yelled.

Robert then practically ran towards the floor where his children sleep, hoping and, for the first time in years, praying that nothing happened to them.

A race was on, but sadly, it was already too late.

Galadriel was looking, smirking at the fire coming from the Red Keep as she was already travelling with the so-called rebels. They were all puppets on her hand, just moving at her whims. She was in a comfortable carriage, looking and eating. A bit bored as well.

"I wonder, how would Varys and Littlefinger react to this surprise attack? Is the spymaster taking completely by surprise? Shocking," Galadriel drawled with a smirk of her own.

"Yet, it was quite boring… controlling people like this just takes the fun out of everything," Galadriel said with a dull voice.

"Well, it had to be done… otherwise, they would have taken too long to move."

Galadriel stared at the night sky while she felt that her plans were just starting. She was excited to see the upcoming battle. Hopefully, that would be entertaining enough for her. It would be the first time she would see a large battle, or at least she hoped. But regardless, Galadriel now would wait and see.

"Made it interesting at least, eh?" Galadriel muttered as she kept on eating.

"Make It entertaining."