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Chapter 25
Despite the devastating battle that occurred a mere fortnight ago, where countless soldiers and innocent civilians tragically lost their lives, King's Landing appeared as though it had never experienced such profound destruction. The intricate walls and buildings destroyed during the fighting were being rebuilt from the ground up, better and more sophisticated than before. The streets were nothing like they used to be, pushing away the dirt and rock from the past; now, the roads were made of white cobblestone. It would take time before the city truly became the true capital of Westeros, a seat worthy of kings and queens. It was an idea that King's Landing would rival the likes of Yin, Volantis, or even Valyria itself—a very ambitious endeavour, no doubt, but one that would be accomplished in time. And the first steps for that future were just starting today.
The new Queen's coronation was a sight to behold. People from all walks of life gathered to witness the grand event. Beggars, nobles, ladies, women of the night, murderers, and even those who claimed to be not worthy of such blessing. As Galadriel made her way towards the Sept of Baelor, she exuded grace and elegance in her regal attire. But what truly mesmerised everyone was the sight of Galadriel's wings—a deep shade of black adorned with intricate golden chains and precious gemstones. It was a sight to behold, one that left everyone in awe.
They called her God's chosen. The Sevens Child. The Maid's Queen, The White Lion, among many other epithets. However, one resonated fervently and was, perhaps, Galadriel's favourite, which was simply the Divine Queen.
Galadriel couldn't help but smile internally. She loved the many names and felt amused that they called her a saint, a divine, a holy person. When she was the complete opposite, still, she won't take away their dreams. She strolled towards the Sept of Baelor, watching how some common folk knelt before her. Some even began to pray to her as if she were a walking god. Which she may very well be at this point. But Galadriel had to keep on playing her role. She moved forward and reached the inside of the enormous cathedral. There, Galadriel saw all of the Great Lords of the Seven Kingdoms. Except, of course, from the Greyjoys and Lisa Arryn.
Galadriel walked towards the fat man, the High Septon, who wasn't genuinely holy. Yet she kept a gentle smile on her face.
I'll get rid of you soon. Galadriel thought, slowly kneeling in front of him. Cersei was just next to her, as was the rest of the Lannister family, looking either proudly at her or arrogantly at rest. Although, it was mostly Cersei giving the stares.
"May the Warrior give her courage to face her enemies and protect her people from any foes. May the Smith give strenght to her hands and provide her with tools to rebuild and lead. May the Father judge her justly of heart and protect her rule. May the Crone lift her shining lamp and light her way to wisdom...
Could you please hurry up?! Galadriel groaned deeply, hating that the fat septon was touching her forehead and applying that strange liquid on her head.
"And may the Mother bless her with youth, health and fertility..."
Galadriel rolled her eyes as she soon saw the High Septon giving a unique crown to Ser Barristan, who took it. She smiled. She was indeed a queen if she wanted something to make everyone know. Galadriel needed a glorious crown. Of course, she brought one of her inventory. [Crown of Celestial Wind] The item wasn't game-changing. It allowed her to have some bonus in defence and use it as a persuasive ability. Honestly, she only chose it because it looked beautiful on her.
Also, it could be stolen from her if she wasn't careful. And Galadriel wanted to avoid that by using not such a powerful item but still having something it would prove helpful. So, this crown was the best for the job.
Still, pushing such thoughts asides for the people of Westeros. The crown didn't look like anything the people had seen before. It was of a silver tone, with a beautiful blue gem in the middle and some strange rubies around it. Where did she get that from? Some of Galadriel's family asked themselves. Galadriel only shrugged their concerns away.
Ser Barristan's pride was palpable as he placed the crown atop Galadriel's head, an inspiring moment that she observed with great appreciation.
"Rise, Galadriel Baratheon, first of her name, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men. Holy Princess and Lady of the Seven Kingdoms. Protector of the Realm. The Blessed Queen and Divine of Westeros!"
Uh? Blessed Queen? Holy Princess...? Divine of Westeros? What...? Galadriel stood up and looked quite bemused by what the Septon exclaimed. The old man seemed to want to be part of history and just threw random titles at her to appear necessary. Galadriel didn't care. However, she dreaded having to write all those titles down every time she wrote a letter now. Still, Galadriel looked at the crown gathered inside the Sept of Baelor, who applauded her in celebrating her ascension as Queen. But it was nothing to when Galadriel walked out of the Sept of Baelor, and the people saw her with the crown on her head. The roaring applause came from everyone with screams of joy, so much that it took Galadriel by surprise. All of King's Landing was celebrating their new Queen, as it should be.
Galadriel smiled down at both her siblings. Gendry and Mya were wearing the Queensguard armour and looked quite emotionally overwhelmed. They were surrounded by the most important nobles' houses in the throne hall. Galadriel wanted to make them see this—a sign she would do things quite differently from previous kings. Galadriel took a beautiful sword and slowly began chanting the knighting oath to her half-siblings.
It was not only Gendry who got knighted but Mya, a woman who was being knighted before everyone. And that was the shocking part.
"In the name of the Warrior... I charge you to be brave... in the name of the Father, I charge you to be just..."
Gendry stared at Mya with such a powerful smile—an expression of pure joy and pride. Mya has faced so many tribulations just to prove herself worthy of being where she was. Now, she was finally being recognised as an equal among the greatest. It filled her with joy; only her pride didn't make her tear up.
"In the name of the Mother, I charge you to defend the innocent. Arise, Mya of the Vale. A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms."
Arya was one of the people watching the scene, and she couldn't believe she was witnessing history. Her hands were trembling with excitement, with happiness at the fact that a woman could become a knight.
Galadriel smiled at both of them and knew deep inside her. That come the night, Mya would thank her very intimately. But that was for later. As Queen, Galadriel finally sat down on the Iron Throne, officially in anycase and soon began the next step.
"My lords, my ladies," Galadriel's resonated across the hall. "For the last year, we have been fighting against each other. Blood has been spilt. Debts have been called. People have died. To procure peace, accords have to be made."
Galadriel then stared at the great lords of the Seven Kingdoms. "Ser Brynden Tully..."
The Blackfish strolled, slowly kneeling, begrudgingly. "Your grace..." he muttered.
"The Riverlands were the centre of significant battles and tactics that caused great pains."
"That's one way to say it. Your grandfather sent his dogs to pillage small towns and rape and kill as they pleased!" Bryden exclaimed, glaring daggers at Tywin, who stood next to his granddaughter with the symbol of the Hand of the King on his chest. It seems that the Lion of the Rock wasn't bothered at all by those words.
"It was war," Tywin replied without much care.
"And war it was... but now it's done," Galadriel stopped them before another shouting match began. "As I stated before. We are going to rebuild the Riverlands. Families would be compensated accordingly. Buildings will be rebuilt, and farms will be taken care of. It will take time, but... I'll make sure the Riverlands' pain is paid in stability and peace. "
Brynden grumbled as he soon felt the stares of Catelyn Stark, his niece. He knew he wouldn't get more. At the very least, Brynden could trust the Queen's words. So, he just took what they were offering. "Thank you... your grace."
Galadriel nodded, soon watching the next person to talk to. "Lord Robb Stark."
The Young Wolf slowly walked, and some people couldn't help but be quite surprised that someone so young could go toe-to-toe against Tywin Lannister on the battlefield. The victories he obtained would be re-tale in songs, no doubt. Still, something was going on inside the young Lord of Winterfell.
"Your Grace... " he called as he knelt before Galadriel.
"Lord Stark, the situation on the North troubles you, as so it's your family. That's why, as we discussed before. Lord Stannis Baratheon, my uncle. As prepared ships to send supplies to the North before winter comes."
Robb sighed deeply, feeling relief at hearing that. "Thank you, your grace."
Galadriel nodded. "We have also prepared small forces to attack the Iron Islands. Lord Greyjoy's rule and of his family will come to an end. My father gave him an opportunity. I shall not make the same mistake."
Robb looked surprised at that statement. However, Tywin seemed to be pleased to hear that.
"A wise decision, your grace," Robb replied. "The Greyjoys shouldn't be trusted."
Galadriel wondered if Robb was saying that because of his experience with Theon Greyjoy and his betrayal. Still, the business with the North should end now, and those idiots of the Iron Islands would soon realise their foolish mistakes. Should I use my dragons to burn down their castles? Galadriel hummed deeply.
"Hopefully, the war should be over by then," Galadriel said, trying to sound as if she were dreading such action, which she was not. At all.
"Now, please step forward, Lord Petyr Baelish," Galadriel called Littlefinger, who smugly walked towards the steps of the Iron Throne. He knelt with the swag of an arrogant man who knew as going to be rewarded.
Oh, I will love wiping the smirk out of your face. Galadriel smirked internally, thinking of how Baelish would react when the time came for her to fully ensnare him.
"My Queen," Baelish knelt before Galadriel.
"It took much trust to believe in me, Lord Baelish. But you did, nonetheless. Your ingenuity in bringing the Martell family to assist me is a service that should be repaid in kind."
Galadriel was already observing Baelish's bright eyes and noticed that he was licking his lips excitedly.
"I declare that you shall be granted the castle of Harrenhal, with all its attendant lands and income, and so, the Lordship of the Whitewalls and God's Eye, to be held by your sons and grandson from this day until the end of time."
The declaration surprised everyone, including Baelish. However, Galadriel remained unfazed, knowing that these titles were temporary. Baelish's reaction indicated that he would attempt to manipulate unknown and uncontrollable forces because that's what men like him do. Galadriel could read him like an open book, especially since she knows about his sick fascination with Sansa Stark. Nonetheless, Galadriel smiled at him.
Be happy for a while, my dear Littlefinger. Your ride is soon to be over. Galadriel thought, smirking with anticipation.
"You honour me beyond words, Your Grace," Baelish stated proudly as he stood up, looking at everyone smugly. "I shall have to acquire some sons and grandsons soon enough."
Baelish said while slightly glancing at Sansa, which Arya noticed quickly.
Ew, disgusting. Galadriel thought meanwhile watching Baelish's smirk. Galadriel then sighed as she looked at the next person in line.
"Prince Oberyn Martell," Galadriel called, and soon, the Prince of Dorne approached her. He politely knelt to her. "As it stands, Princess Arianne Martell should remain as my lady-in-wanting until the day of... my wedding."
The utterance stirred up a lot of chatter, particularly among those who were aware that the grand halls of King's Landing would soon be graced with the presence of princes and princesses. It was only natural for the Queen to wed and produce heirs, as that was what was expected of her. So, the question remains? Who would be the husband? Who would be the lucky man to be blessed with the hand of the most beautiful woman in all of Westeros? The Divine Queen of the Seven Kingdoms? No one knew, but that was a game that everyone wanted to play.
Still, Galadriel had other ideas. Let them play. Let them eat cake. She thought, watching Oberyn's eyes.
"Thank you, Your Grace. I have no doubt that my niece would love to be next to you until that day arrives," Oberyn claimed as Arianne, from the sidelines, winked at Galadriel. "However, as part of our agreement. I expect Your Grace to do her part."
Oberyn glared at Tywin Lannister, who looked down on him. Nothing was said between those two, but the message was clear.
"Of course I will," Galadriel replied, making Oberyn take a deep breath, sighing in relief.
"Good," Oberyn only said before returning to his niece's side.
Galadriel sighed before standing up from the Iron Throne. She spread her wings for all to see. "I shall always be here for all nobles, peasants and broken ones, for any trouble that may arise or are storming the realm. I, Galadriel Baratheon, first of her name and Queen of the Seven Kingdoms... is at your service."
Galadriel exuded clarity and dignity in her speech. She may not care about the nobles themselves, but at the least, she did for the common people. However, it had been a long day, and Galadriel wanted to rest and eat something. Ah... this has been such a long day. Galadriel thought, knowing that her days as Queen were slowly beginning.
With bitterness, anger, and a newfound sense of self-righteousness, Daenerys gazed out at the sea in front of her. Her time in the city of Qarth had been painful but necessary, teaching her the importance of not blindly trusting others or being too naive to question what she was told. Daenerys almost lost her life and the lives of her children, who were flying around the boat, diving into the sea, and eating fish.
With a deep sigh, Daenerys pondered whether travelling to Astapor would be her solution. Daenerys knew she needed to gather an army if she ever hoped to return to Westeros and if she ever wanted to claim her birthright. Daenerys required to learn what was going there.
"Ser Jorah," Daenerys called him as the exiled knight slowly approached her.
"Khaleesi?" Ser Jorah asked, standing next to the young girl.
"Have you heard anything from Westeros? Any news?" Daenerys asked, and Ser Jorah seemed troubled by the question. However, there was little he could do. Jorah couldn't keep Daenerys in the dark. But at the same time, it was hard for him to get any news from Westeros at all. Mostly, it was just rumours or gossip from merchandisers and travellers.
"Not much news, Khaleesi," Jorah replied slowly. "Only rumours... with small bits of truth in them."
Daenerys stared at Jorah, frowning deeply. "What do you mean?"
Jorah only sighed. "From what I've been told... the war in Westeros, the so-called The War of the Five Kings, is no more. Princess Galadriel Baratheon broker peace between the North and the Westerlands while securing the support of her Uncle, Lord Stannis Baratheon. They joined forces with the Martell and defeated King Renly's army supported by the Reach and some lords of the Stormlands on the battle of King's Landing."
Daenerys was surprised to hear such news. Although she knew the war would eventually have a winner, she never anticipated that the princess would emerge victorious.
"What about the Princess' brother? Joffrey is still king, right?"
"No anymore. King Joffrey was poisoned during the battle... Galadriel Baratheon rules Westeros as its Queen, now."
With a slight lean forward, Daenerys absorbed the news. They took a deep breath, processing the unexpected reality that Galadriel Baratheon had risen above the other contenders to claim the title of Queen. It was a surprising turn of events that Daenerys hadn't anticipated. Perhaps, none of them had. Yet, from the looks of Jorah, Daenerys realised there was more.
"Ser Jorah...? There's more, is it..."
Ser Jorah sighed again, not knowing how to tell Daenerys about the other things he'd heard. "Yes, and I don't know how true this is, but it seems the princess found dragon eggs on Dragon stone and hatched them...just like you did. Three dragons came out of the fire. The dragons were born full size, and she used them to take Renly's army out."
Daenerys fixed a fierce stare at Ser Jorah, not amused by his attempt at humour. However, as she locked eyes with him, she realised there was no trace of mirth in his gaze. Ser Jorah was telling her the truth, and for a moment, Daenerys felt as if things were simply a dream, just like the ones in the House of the Undying.
"Is true?"
"That's what I've been told by many merchants travelling to King's Landing. They'd seen the dragons flying above the city and around the Blackwater Bay."
Daenerys looked at her three baby dragons and simply sighed deeply. They need to be bigger... She thought deeply, still stunned by Jorah's statements.
"I guess she's more Targaryen than I realised," Daenerys muttered softly.
"Perhaps..." Ser Jorah added. "But there's something more, and I don't know if this has any truth whatsoever."
Daenerys glanced at him, now wondering what he would tell her. "Please don't tell me she can also fly..."
Daenerys stated humourlessly and expected Ser Jorah to at least chuckle at that statement. Yet, he only stared at her with those same eyes of before.
"They say how the Queen is the... Chosen one of the Seven. The Divine Queen, they call her, and on her back, two large dark wings showcase that supposed blessing."
"Are you mad...?" Daenerys growled at him, confused, afraid, and just stunned. "Dark wings...? Chosen one? Who told you all of that?!" She exclaimed at him.
"Only the rumours I have heard, Khaleesi. Whether they are real or not, it proves that Galadriel Baratheon is truly the Queen of Westeros."
Ser Jorah's words carried no malice nor intentions to hurt Daenerys. Still, he needed to tell her that the last obstacle of her birthright was now behind the people of Westeros. And it wasn't the same as the other kings of the past. Daenerys shook her head as she stared at the sea ahead of her. Nothing was said since there was little to state.
"I guess... if it comes down to it... a war between us is a death sentence for either of us," Daenerys whispered. "The last time dragon fought each other. It almost destroyed the Targaryen house."
"It doesn't have to be that way," Ser Jorah replied, hoping his dear Khaleesi would not choose war.
Daenerys sighed as she saw the city of Astapor looming on the horizon. She'll need to think carefully about that. Yet, it was still far away on the horizon, and many things could happen. However, she only needed to focus on getting an army for now.
Brienne of Tarth gazed out the window of her cell and let out a sigh. Despite not being kept in the dreaded black cells, she was still confined. Her accommodations were decent, complete with a cosy bed, a window, warm meals, and a personal servant. Despite the comfortable setting, Brienne couldn't shake off the feeling of being a prisoner. She knew that her situation could change at any moment, especially if the Queen demanded it.
However, it's been days since she was crowned Queen, and nothing has happened to Brienne, making her wonder what would happen to her. Still, in the last few days, Brienne has thought about what has transpired since the end of the battle of King's Landing. Renly was dead. She couldn't protect him at all. Yet, her niece was now crowned Queen of Westeros, and one of the first actions was to name her half-sister, Mya of the Vale, as a member of the Queensguard and a knight before all to see. That made her feel so happy, yet jealous.
"A knight, a woman, a bastard girl, became a knight," Brinne muttered with a sigh. So many dreams she had of becoming a knight. The idea lingered in her mind, just like any other girl who wanted to wield a sword instead of a dress. And to hear that one woman achieved all of that simply made Brienne wonder if, given a chance, she would achieve that. Thankfully, the door soon opened with all of Brienne's questions.
"Lady Brienne," Ser Jaime arrived at her room with an unusual amused smirk on his face. "Your Grace wishes to speak with you."
Brienne paused for a brief moment, taking a deep breath to steady herself before joining Ser Jaime on their walk. As they walked side by side, Brienne couldn't help but notice the faint smirk on Jaime's face. She couldn't decipher what it meant, but it made her slightly uneasy. Maybe, this is just his expression? Brienne muttered before also noticing she had no chains on her.
"A reason why I don't have chains on my wrists?" Brienne asked as Jaime glanced at her with an amused frown. "I was your enemy."
"That's in the past," Ser Jaime waved Brienne's words. "Besides, it's not like it's going to change anything. With chains, without them. With a sword or without one. The result is going to be the same."
Brienne saw the mocking tone and couldn't help but sneer at him. "I sense that you don't take me seriously. It's because I am a woman?"
Now, Jaime glanced at her. "You wound me, my lady," he teased again with a condescending tone. "I take you seriously, so they sent me here for you. If you plan on taking revenge for precious Renly, I'll cut you down immediately. And also, you have forgotten about Mya of the Vale. She's a woman, and truthfully, a very lethal one. So, no, I am not taking you lightly."
"Then why the smirk...?"
"That's my normal face," Jaime replied, smiling. "Also, I've seen your stance. It's a bit sloppy."
As Brienne prepared to respond, they reached the Queen's private chambers - essentially her workplace. Brienne was taken aback by this part of the castle, which she had never seen before. Despite having yet to visit King's Landing, she could tell that it was a recently constructed area. Soon, they entered, and Brienne was taken aback by those large dark wings on the Queen's back, moving slowly as Galadriel seemed to focus on writing some papers. Brienne glanced around and saw the rest of the Queensguard. If the rather big oval office didn't make her feel intimidated, their stares would. Still, she saw the Hound standing there with a nasty snare on his face as if he were to be waiting for something. And the playful smirk of the Prince of Dorne, Oberyn Martell, seemed to make the Hound even madder.
What are they doing here? Brienne couldn't help but wonder.
"It's a far better deal than they deserve."
"A bait, grandfather, let them take it."
Brienne observed Lord Tywin whispering to his granddaughter, and they appeared scheming together.
"But still, this should be enough. What do you say?" Galadriel whispered at him, and Tywin hummed before nodding.
"If they don't agree to the terms. I'll handle it my own way. I've had enough of dealing with them," Tywin muttered angrily. Whatever they were talking about seemed to make Tywin's blood boils.
"If there's no other way... so be it," Galadriel sighed. She then smiled at Sebas, who served her some tea. "Thank you, Sebas," Galadriel told her personal butler, whose smile seemed filled with devotion and tenderness.
Galadriel then sipped her tea and moaned, enjoying the delicious taste. Before watching Brienne. "Oh, sorry, Lady Brienne, I didn't notice you."
Galadriel smiled at her. "Please, come closer."
Brienne gave a slow nod, her eyes briefly flickering towards Ser Loras. But something was different about him. The usual smug grin and sunny expression were nowhere to be found. Instead, his face was etched with a deep sense of melancholy. It was clear that Renly's death had left a lasting impact on him.
"Your Grace, you've called for me," Brienne asked as she knelt before Galadriel, who waved her to stand up.
"I have, yes and not only you," Galadriel glanced at the Hound and Oberyn, who seemed too excited for this moment.
"Finally," The Hound muttered.
"A bit excited, aren't you?" Oberyn teased, only earning a grumble from the Hound.
"Now, the reason for this strange meeting between the three of you is that. In easy terms, Brienne of Tarth, I want you to take part in the hunt for Ser Gregor Clegane and his men."
Galadriel told Brienne, who seemed taken aback by such a request. But then she glanced next to her and saw a dark expression on Oberyn's Martell face and one of pure cold calmness on the Hound.
"We have sent a raven to him, ordering him to come to King's Landing to face a trial for the murder of Princess Elia Martell and her children," Galadriel said, not looking at her grandfather's face. The Old Lion didn't like it to give up such a mad dog. However, Tywin knew the benefits of using him as a scapegoat were far more significant than having him run amok on the Riverlands. Besides, sometimes, The Mountais' blood lust was hard to control. So, with that in mind, Tywin decided to throw his mad dog under the bus in a manner of speaking.
"He won't listen to such demands," The Hound growled, but he didn't seem to snarl at the Queen, but more at the situation itself.
"Of course not," Galadriel replied, almost amusingly. "The moment he received the letter, he went on a rampage with his five hundred riders. That's why we will send a small garrison to him and bring him to justice... if possible."
"If possible?" Oberyn asked, tilting his head. "Won't you have him announce his deed before an audience?" Oberyn glanced at Tywin Lannister, who already knew what the prince of Dorne was trying to do.
"If you can capture him without dying, yes, you may bring him here," Tywin replied coldly.
Oberyn scoffed but smiled nevertheless. "I'll do my best."
Brienne nodded slowly but was still quite unsure of why she, of all people, was called for such a quest, which Galadriel seemed to notice.
"Brienne of Tarth, I know you're asking yourself why you all of the people. The reason is that you were on my uncle's Rainbow Guard. Your abilities have already been tested in the battle," Galadriel smiled gently at the tall lady. "And I need more members to fill the ranks of the Queensguard. So, would you like to join if you come back alive?"
Galadriel's words stunned Brienne, who seemed too shocked to say anything. She didn't have to; Galadriel already knew the answer to the woman. Although deep inside Galadriel, if Brienne didn't survive the little hunt, it won't bother her. She didn't care about it. Galadriel wanted to just fill her Queensguard with strong individuals, or ones who would make sure to make them distinct from others. It was a sort of collecting thing for Galadriel. Brienne just looked like the type of strange tall, tomboyish woman that she liked to have around. Quite a childish way to gather guard members, but Galadriel didn't need protection, just to keep appearances. So, if Brienne came back alive from a very dangerous situation, Galadriel would allow her to join the Queensguard and if she didn't come back alive. Galadriel would perhaps find a mute warrior or a blind monk somewhere. Whatever amused her more.
Brienne knelt before Galadriel, an action that made the monarch cringe internally.
"Your grace, my Queen, if you wish my word. It will serve you."
Galadriel raised her hand. "Please, Lady Brienne, stand up. I trust you'll serve me well. Besides, it will make me feel safer if I have two female knights protecting me during times when men can't be there."
"But I am not knight..." Brienne whispered.
"Come back alive, and you shall be one."
Galadriel smiled at Brienne, but honestly, if the tall lady were to die, it would mean nothing to Galadriel. The only person she wanted to survive this little quest was Prince Oberyn, and because she wanted him for future endeavours.
"Sandor Clegane, since you were in my brother's kingsguard, I guess that makes you a member of mine...?" Galadriel muttered, a bit entertained at having such a man serving her. The Hound didn't say anything, just shrugged it off.
"At least, I know. You're far better than Joffrey," The Hound stated without much care for the people around him.
Oh, I have always liked his attitude. Galadriel chuckled internally.
"Mind your tongue," Ser Barristan said, glaring at the Hound.
"It's fine, Ser Barristan," Galadriel smiled. "Still, your brother will not surrender. I doubt he will even try to hear any words from you."
"I know," Clegane noted, knowing how it would all end. Yet, he couldn't help but know that soon, after so many years. He'll have his revenge.
"I see. 800 riders will depart with all of you in two days. Be ready."
Brienne, Sandor, and Oberyn stared at each other. They'll be allies for the mission. How would it end? They weren't sure. But there was a possibility that one of them would die.
"Also, my butler Sebas is going with the three of you."
Now, that came as a surprise for everyone.
A large dinner was prepared for the royal family, one of the few moments where all the Lannister sat together—quite a rare moment, to be sure. Especially since Tywin had told his granddaughter to keep her guard outside their dining hall, he wanted to speak with his family, away from priving eyes and ears.
"What a wonderful dinner," Tyrion said while eating the pork with a smirk as he stared at Cersei, who scoffed at him. "Truly delicious. I didn't know you had these cooks hidden away, my niece."
Galadriel chuckled. "They came with Sebas. They are truly skilled, isn't it?" Galadriel smiled. Of course, she used a Cash Item to make some cooks appear. They were level 20-25 Elves, and ten of them, and she ordered them to hide their long ears to appear more human-like. They were also under Sebas' direct control and supervision. Although, honestly, they could take care of themselves and were loyal to her by default. So there were no worries. They wouldn't betray her. They couldn't do something against their summoner.
"They are true," Jaime whispered, amazed to taste such delicious and strange food. "I've never seen this dish. But their taste... is quite amazing."
"I'll make sure to pass the message to them, uncle," Galadriel replied, smiling. "Now, grandfather, you wanted to speak with us...? Me?"
Tywin hummed, loving the taste of the sweet wine they gave him. Not for the Arbor nor Dorne. A red wine from somewhere else, but one he would love to have only for himself. But he must still focus on the topic at hand.
"You've managed quite the concessions after your crowning. Some I agree, others I don't. However, you brought peace to the Seven Kingdoms... technically speaking."
"Great job, my niece. However, don't worry, the Greyjoys' fall should be swift," Tyrion added while sipping his wine, only making Tywin glare at him coldly before continuing with the topic.
"However, as you may understand, questions about your future are emerging," Tywin stated as Galadriel hummed deeply. She already knew what her grandfather was trying to say with that. It was a topic that Galadriel found quite amusing.
"You're young and the first Queen to ever sit on the Iron Throne. Your claim is strong, and so is the popularity of your name."
"Yet...?"
"Yet, you're a woman and need heirs to secure the legacy of your house and your family's name. So, the person you'll marry must be one that would procure a dynasty that would outshine the Targaryens. For that reason, you must marry and have children."
Whoah, I love you too, grandfather. Galadriel thought with a snort. She understood Tywin's obsession with making a dynasty that would last a thousand years. It was all he ever wanted. Still, Galadriel wouldn't open her legs and pop babies out. She had little intention of marrying a man. Watching all the Noble houses of Westeros trying to get her hand first may be amusing. But at the end of the day. She didn't want to sleep with a man and have children. However, Galadriel would love to find a way to get someone like Arianne pregnant or Margaery. That would be an interesting experiment. Still, how would she achieve that?
I could use that item... [Demoniality] One of two World Items I have with me. Galadriel has been utterly careful with keeping such things hidden in his inventory, but since [Demoniality] was a necklace, she always used an invisibility spell to hide it. Still, if what she remembered was correct. Then, it would allow her to change her racial job for something else, temporarily giving her the abilities of other job classes. Now, she read one of Tabula's books of demons and found a strange passage about Succubus having quite an ability to "Seed women", maybe if the lore was still there. Could she do the same?
Well, I don't know...? I could try. Still, if it doesn't work, should I just marry a man and have children? I mean... I want to be a mother, kind of. But sleeping with a man? Also, I am immortal. Age won't affect me at all. So I don't even need heirs. Perhaps, I could come up with a lie about how I'll be the forever Queen of Westeros or something. Galadriel thought, scratching her chin.
Meh, it doesn't matter, honestly. This little business with children and marriage is truly of no value to me. But well, grandfather is an old man. I doubt he would live forever, unlike me.
Galadriel thought, filling quite amused at the whole thing and the prospect of marriage. Still, Cersei hated giving her girl out to some family that would try to use her.
"Is that really necessary, father?" Cersei asked, with a tense tone of voice. "Galadriel is too young still. Marriage at such young age could be quite unnecessary."
"You were young too," Tyrion noted, earning a hiss from Cersei.
"We have the bank at our disposal. We have the loyalty of the... common people, and so three dragons. Do we need the loyalty of the other houses by marriage?" Cersei stated, trying to imply that she had the power, but the truth differed.
"The Targaryen didn't rule for three hundred years just because they had dragons," Tywin replied, almost scolding her. "They understood that loyalty and the union of the people of Westeros was something they needed to control. Look what happened after the Dance of Dragons. Their power became their ties to other families. That's what kept them in power—the alliance of important houses and their loyalty. Still, even then, that failed when the Targaryen family split during the Blackfyre rebellions. I am not going to allow something like that to happen."
Tywin stated with a cold gaze on his face. Clearly, the Old Lyon had no intention of leaving his family to fend for themselves in the future, nor to allow for the Lannister family and the Baratheon to become a sort of reenactment of the Targaryen and Blackfyre.
"I don't understand. Why do we need to care for what others think?" Cersei responded to Tywin with an amused scoff, making the Old Lyon sigh internally. Even Jaime exhaled deeply.
"We need allies, not just subjects, my dear sister," Tyrion added, looking at Cersei as if she were a child. "Dragons can be killed, remember. Fear only takes you so far while ruling a kingdom. That's something Joffrey never understood. And if we want to avoid such a scenario with our family. We must... do something. Don't you think, Your Grace?"
Galadriel sat quietly at the table, humming a gentle tune as she savoured each bite of her meal. Despite the conversation flowing around her, she appeared lost in her thoughts. Suddenly, she became aware of the curious gazes directed her way and cleared her throat awkwardly before offering a polite nod to her company.
"Of course," Galadriel replied quickly. "I understand grandfather's concern. I agree with him."
"Galadriel..." Cersei tried to speak, but Galadriel gently stopped her.
"Mother, if something were to happen to me, Tommen would be next in line. If something happened to him, Myrcella would be next in line. It's not only me that has to prepare for the worst-case scenario. However, the question remains... if I were to marry, hypothetically speaking, to whom would it be?"
Galadriel asked, making sure to stare at all of them who seemed deep in thought, especially Tywin. It was a question that truly required a lot of thinking.
Far away, truly far away, on an island in the middle of nowhere. A small girl with long silvery-white hair and red eyes stared at the sea before her. The girl was stunned, shocked, and disoriented at the same time. She glanced around her, trying to find something she could recognise but without luck. And the only thing she could do was to scream.
"Where the heck am I?!"
However, she wasn't the only one currently in that world.
As he strolled through the city of King's Landing with confidence and a mischievous smirk, a tall blond man with piercing blue eyes had the attention of many women. However, his mind was focused on only one thing.
"Ah, I wonder how does my beautiful lady look like?" He whispered with a dreamy sigh. "Don't worry! My lady! Dein geliebter Anhänger ist gekommen!"
Somewhere in the Red Keep, Galadriel felt a cold shiver on her body as she sneezed hard.
"Your Grace, are you alright?" Ser Barristan asked.
"Uh... yeah, just... felt a strange shiver, that's all."
Truly, the world has become a bit smaller.