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Chapter 1
A fortnight has passed in which Galadriel has truly become the person behind the staring wheel in the decision-making in King's Landing. While many would think that it was the job of the Small Council, those who knew what was going on were true behind the walls of the Red Keep. Understood that the princess was anything but a mind without boundaries, with no limits to what it was known in the world. Yet, Galadriel was, without a doubt preparing the base of operation for future years. After all, two weeks was little time for what she was trying to achieve.
Only a part of her planning has been told, and it would take more to be implemented.
Galadriel has been playing around with the nobles, showing her naïve and innocent nature. All fake, of course. But useful. It was easy if they kept on believing she was gullible. A simple princess, who only wishes to do good, and whatever. All part of a plan. Galadriel has learned the best way to defend herself. It's making everyone believe she was weak, unable to defend herself, while she was not. It was simply an act of deception. A simple act. Yet, Galadriel has shown intelligence because portraying naivety all the time was rather annoying and exhausting.
Besides, goodness doesn't equal stupidity.
Also, the many plots currently going around were shifting around her and her brother. It was too early to know exactly. But there were some who wanted to create a rift between Joffrey, her beloved brother, and her. And well, if Galadriel was honest. It was an excellent plot. It makes sense that they would do something like that. She was, in the eyes of many, more of a half-Targaryen and Stag than Lannister. Still, she would keep an eye on them. That's why she was taking her time, moving things around.
Besides, she wasn't in a hurry. Galadriel would take her time. She was still paranoid about a player lurking somewhere, so she would be cautious, like always. And slowly but surely move up the stairs, enjoying the view of chaos and madness around her. Just waving and smiling, just waving and smiling. Galadriel smirked.
Also, there was something else in her mind, and it was to learn how to build things. And actually, learn to be a monarch.
Galadriel has grand plans for the Seven Kingdoms. However, she would start with King's Landing, the capital first. She wanted to get rid of that awful stench. Galadriel has had enough of living near slumps all of her life. That's why she wanted to build a better sewer system. And that's where lays the problem. Besides, her administration skills, which she was proud of. Galadriel has zero clue about how to build a city or be a ruler.
I have zero ideas of how to rule… I have been doing just fine so far. I feel comfortable even giving orders and things like that. I wonder if it had to do with my traits. Mm, that's interesting. Yet, I lack genuine experience.
Galadriel could build a business from the ground up and establish a bureau credit. She could play around with investments and then even create a new bank system in Westeros with credit, and client accounts with savings and more, which could put the Free Cities bank system in shame. Among many other things that were centred around her administration skills and studies in that field, she was more than prepared since. Currently, Galadriel was in a world that barely understood those concepts at all. Galadriel was if she could say so herself, going to change the game in that aspect. Nothing would stop her.
It would take time, especially with the current debt. But it's going to be just fine. Mm, I wanted to see my grandfather's gold mines. I need to see how good we are in that aspect. Otherwise, it would take me longer to achieve a new currency. But obtaining a new monetary gain is going to be easy. I really hope the Bank of Braavos doesn't mind a bit of competition. Galadriel smirked.
"I really hope they are ready for a bit of good old capitalism, yay!" Galadriel drawled with a rather nasty smile on her face.
Yet, there were a lot of things she had zero idea about how to do things.
Galadriel was not an agricultural expert or an engineer. She had zero ideas of how to plant things since, back in her old world, farms were artificial. All were manufactured. The plants, meat, and even eggs were artificial. Maybe she could make a good profit out of it and streamline the production, but creating them was a problem. She knows nothing related to agriculture or the techniques of how even to plant things—but building stuff. Maybe she knew one thing or two, but it was not near the level of someone who knew how to build a large building. Or any type of craziness like that.
Galadriel was out of her comfort zone when it came down to those things. But the more she thought about it. The more Galadriel noticed her lack of true knowledge about how to bring Westeros out of their medieval settings.
Ah, HeroHero, Blue Planet… I would have loved to have both of you by my side.
Galadriel whined internally as she recalled. Two of the kinder people in the guild, as well. Two of which were the most knowledgeable regarding nature, agriculture, and botanic stuff back in Ainz Ooal Gown. HeroHero had his own little farm, back in the Great Tomb of Nazarick, with many of the real plants that went extinct back in their world. And Blue Planet was just someone who could spend hours talking about many methods of agronomy and agriculture techniques in history. Galadriel was sure both of them would have lost their mind if they were with her.
They would have surely wasted no time, already building an entire plantation just for them.
Galadriel thought with a soft smile on her face.
"Yet, not all is lost," Galadriel said as she held a special book in her hands.
"Thank you, guys… I'll do my best," Galadriel whispered softly.
On Galadriel's hands, as if both HeroHero and Blue Planet heard their old friend's prayers, a book appeared with a lot of information. Well, in truth, it was a gift given to her a while ago by Blue Planet. Galadriel remembered having that book while she was going through her inventory. She was glad. Her memory was quite good, so she could easily remember things like that. And also she was thankful that she wasted a lot of money on expanding her inventory. It was not the same size as her own little vault back in Nazarick's treasury. But she had a lot of stuff with her—a lot of things. Galadriel was, after all, a collector.
Centuries of Agriculture Vol 1. By Blue Planet and HeroHero.
It was the first, and perhaps the only book, made by both of them. Yet, for Galadriel, it was a gold mine. And while she knew that back in Nazarick library, there was an incredible number of books about that specific topic. She couldn't access them. That's why that book right now with her was a blessing.
"I'll have to spend a lot of time reading this. But, well, while I am studying about plants… there is a lot else to do."
Galadriel sighed, hiding her book back in her inventory.
"Well, it is time for breakfast," Galadriel muttered as she stood up from the bed, naked like she always was when sleeping. And waited until a maid approached the door.
"My princess, are you awake?"
Galadriel rolled her eyes and, looking at herself in the mirror, took a deep breath and put the usual innocent smile on her.
"Yes! Please, can you help me get dressed?" Galadriel called.
A maid with freckles entered the room, and Galadriel smiled innocently. Yet, scoffed internally. Ah, this is one of Petyr's spies… and whore. She thought as she wondered when her father would put his seed in her. If he didn't already. Galadriel shivered in disgust, not wanting to think about her father's sexual activities.
"My princess, please allow me," the maid said, faking politeness, or perhaps she wasn't.
Galadriel wondered then how to build her own spies' network. Shadow Demons work well enough, but I use them as bodyguards more than anything. Elise, the Spider Queen, is currently spreading her babies through all of King's Landing, and Phantasmagoria is fantastic at monitoring a person. I am thinking about adding a few more summons here and there. Yet, I feel like having double agents too. Mm, how would I do that? It sounds like fun. Charming someone in order to allure him or her to betray their master for me. It's thrilling. Galadriel thought with a smile. As she decided to use her innocence and pure allure to make the maid blush.
Perhaps it was not really about double agents or expanding her spying network, but about stealing other people's agents and playing with them that delighted her.
Still, I need to create a better spy network, too.
"Thank you!" Galadriel said excitedly.
The maid smiled gently and helped the princess to get dressed up.
"What is your name?" Galadriel asked. The maid seemed rather confused by the question but smiled nonetheless.
"Barra, your Highness," Barra, the maid, said.
Your Highness, eh? Are you trying to get into my good side? Galadriel smirked. Petyr surely knows how to choose them.
"Nice to meet you, Barra."
"Nice to meet you too, your highness," Barra said, smiling.
Galadriel sat down as Barra started to smooth out the princess' hair and make sure it looked neat, something easy to do since Galadriel's hair was one of the most beautiful and soft things Barra had ever touched.
"How old are you, Barra?" Galadriel asked as she started to cutely, swing her cute tiny legs while she was sitting.
"One and seven, your Highness," Barra said.
"Whoa, you're so beautiful, Barra! I hope to be as cute as you when I grow up!" Galadriel said, trying to sound like an excited five-year-old.
Barra, the maid, chuckled, feeling a bit too smug at the fact the princess was speaking to her in such a friendly manner. "I believe you'll grow up to be even more beautiful than me, your Highness."
"You think so?" Galadriel asked, tilting her head adorably as those gorgeous golden eyes stared at Barra's brown ones. The maid nodded, as she couldn't turn away from those golden eyes. If she was honest. Barra already considered Galadriel a gorgeous girl, truly stunning. But, in the years to come, it would only become even more. Of that, she was sure. But there was something else, a strange allure, that just pushed Barra to love and cherish the girl. It was bizarre.
"Y-yeah, your highness," Barra said.
"Thank you!" Galadriel said as she grabbed the maid's hand gently.
Barra smiled again.
It took not long enough until Barra ended her job. Of course, she escorted the princess to the room, where the queen, crown princess, and a little golden-haired girl of just barely two years old were already waiting for her—one with happiness and anticipation and the other with resentment and jealousy. Galadriel smiled at them, especially at the little girl. Her little sister, Myrcella Baratheon. It feels nice being an older sister. Although it feels weird knowing, Myrcella is the result of an incestuous relationship. Thankfully, she doesn't seem to have health problems. Mm, I'll keep an eye on her. Galadriel thought as the little girl wanted to jump out of her chair in order to go and hug her older sister.
Cersei noticed and smiled softly. "Easy there, Myrcella. Swallow first, don't get too excited." Myrcella nodded and tried to regain her composure. But the cute little girl couldn't help but keep on smiling at her dear older sister.
"My sweet daughter, please sit next to your mother," Cersei said softly as she gave a brief glare to the maid next to her.
"Good morning, Mother… good morning, Joffrey," Galadriel said with mild courtesy.
Joffrey, the six-year-old, scoffed but said nothing. Galadriel approached her mother and little sister and gave each a soft kiss on the cheeks and, for gags and giggles, did the same to Joffrey, who almost quickly cleaned the remains of the kiss out of his cheek. Of course, Cersei only beamed at the affection of her daughter, knowing that Galadriel's heart was too pure for the world. Galadriel sat and smiled at the food before her. The ability to eat organic food was incredibly pleasing. She was now eating real apples and grapes. Real meat, as well.
"How did you sleep, my dear?" Cersei asked as the maids started to serve breakfast.
"Mm, I sleep well enough, a bit tired, but otherwise, it was a good night of rest," Galadriel said, as she was starting to lick her lips at the side of bacon and eggs being served.
"Remember, there are some lords who wished to speak with us. Lord Dargood and House Cressey want to speak with us about the land taxes. And so… House Velaryon of Driftmark," Cersei said.
Galadriel noticed the way Cersei used the word us. And already knew that her mother wanted to show herself as the true leader behind the throne. At the same time, it was true that she was the queen and had the bigger authority. But it was Galadriel, the one chosen to be the regent and not Cersei.
"I know, Mother," Galadriel said. "We must make sure to gather the goodwill of our nobles," Galadriel said, hiding the sarcasm behind her tone.
"A king doesn't need the goodwill of the nobles," Joffrey muttered.
Galadriel rolled her eyes at the sound of her brother's childish voice.
"What do you mean, Joffrey?" Galadriel asked, faking confusion.
Joffrey looked at her younger sister with arrogance. "A king doesn't need to goodwill of the nobles. A king rules! A king does what he wants!"
Galadriel again acted confused and rather hurt. "But a ruler also needs to take care of his people. Noble and common alike," she replied faking each tone of her voice.
"Not he doesn't!" Joffrey replied. "You are too stupid. That's why you are not going to be king. That's why women can't be kings!"
Queen, Joffrey, is queen, and please, don't speak while eating. Galadriel drawled amusedly as she saw the face of her brother, with a rather exasperated look on her face.
"When I become king, everyone will do as I say, even you," Joffrey said with a condescending look on his face.
"Of course you will, Joffrey, you're a lion. And a lion doesn't concern himself with the opinion of the sheep," Cersei said with a smile on her face.
"We are royalty, my dear. We are not the same as those lowborn. You're a princess, remember that," Cersei said, with an arrogant smile, the same as Joffrey.
You're not helping, mother. If you don't take care of Joffrey right now, he is going to become harder to control as he grows up. Didn't you watch Caligula? It's a good movie based on true events. Galadriel thought with a sigh as she noticed that her mother was a huge contribution to Joffrey's growing nastiness. Well, inbreeding can lead to nasty things, right? Galadriel thought.
And truly, it serves her well. The reason was that Galadriel needed a scapegoat. The big enemy of the Seven Kingdoms, and from the way Joffrey was growing up to be, he was going to be the perfect victim for Galadriel. And why would she bother to do all that? Because it was entertaining that way.
Joffrey would surely live up to becoming a tyrant, of that Galadriel was sure. Or he would, perhaps, would do stupid things when he becomes king and whatnot. And she would just play along, carefully moving in the shadows with a big smile on her face, making sure to let everyone knows. She was the true ruler behind closed doors.
Joffrey was in the middle of many future plots, and many people wanted to use him for their own gain, one way or another. So, having the opportunity to play with their plans, to mess with them, whatever she wanted, was exhilarating. Galadriel wanted to see their faces when she just destroyed the many years of preparation and careful plotting. It's going to be beautiful. Galadriel thought with a smirk.
And Galadriel kind of wanted to avoid killing her own brother, mostly for her mother. But, well, if he just proves to be too much of a pain. Shame, truly, what a shame.
Well, at least Joffrey is going to serve as a target as well. To take a bit of heat out of me. Also, I don't want to rush things. If I remove Joffrey out of the picture, they would solely focus on me. And I don't want that.
Galadriel thought as she decided to just play along with the act.
"But, Joffrey, that's not good. You can't do what you want!" Galadriel exclaimed with the same childish tone.
"Yes, I can! And I will!" Joffrey replied. "You're a girl. Your opinion doesn't matter."
Uh, alright, you little shit. You'll pay for that.
"Enough, children, let's enjoy our breakfast," Cersei said quickly before it went any further.
The breakfast went with no further incident. However, the eyes of the maids and guards were on them. And soon, they were all going to spread what took place there.
Barra, the maid, took her time to approach her owner in a manner of speaking. The brothel was as busy as always. And, while she used to work as one of the many whores there. Her job now was different. Barra was like any commoner, dreaming of big things. Of living the life that any noble lady lives. That's why she was thrilled to be chosen by the owner of the brothel, as one of the maids of the Red Keep, with the job of seducing the king. A job that was rather easy to do. It didn't take long enough for Barra to end up in the king's bed, and while she enjoyed the vitality of the Stag King. Barra's mission was another one.
Get closer to the young princess, and hope to become one of her maids.
Barra walked inside the office, where Petyr seemed to focus on the many papers on his desk. He wasn't even bothering to look at her for a while.
"Lord Baelish," Barra knelt quickly as Baelish simply glanced at her from his desk.
Petyr peered at her and smiled. "Ah, my dear, finally. Have you done what I have told you?"
"I have… after breakfast, the princess wanted me to help her for the day," Barra said.
"Yeah, I remember seeing you at today's meeting. You have done a great job. Tell me, has the little princess told you anything interesting?" Petyr asked, with a rather intrigued voice, as he wanted to know more about the princess—anything he could.
"The princess seemed to want to create a soup kitchen and help to get rid of the sewer problem in King's Landing," Barra said, not hiding quite the cheerful voice in her. Barra, like many, would love to breathe fresh air once in a while. But she was actually thrilled to hear someone actually caring for the common folk. Not something many nobles do. And some of the ideas the princess told her about when she was helping her in the afternoon when she was having a small meal really put a smile on her face.
However, for Petyr, it was nothing worth mentioning. He had heard some of those ideas, and he could see some profit out of it in the long run as the Master Coin. Petyr wasn't going just to let the little princess do whatever she wanted. Life can't be that easy, little princess.
"Something more personal? More important, like family or anything else? She is a kid; surely, she has spoken about something intimate? Have you heard anything?" Petyr asked rather impatiently. She is a small child and while incredibly smart. She is still naïve and too innocent. There has to be a way to control her before anyone else.
"Ah, she did talk about… her family," Barra said, and Petyr's ears practically moved at those words.
"She chatted about hearing her father, talking about… a half-sister living in the Eyrie, or the Vale. Older than her, and she wishes to meet her," Barra said.
Petyr now was interested in the princess wanting to meet a bastard of her father. But it was something he could use to his advantage.
"I see," Petyr muttered. "Anything else?"
"Not so far, but I think the princess wishes to keep me close. She asked me if I would be there when she woke up tomorrow," Barra said with a big smile.
"Good, I'll make sure to help you with that."
Barra bowed and left with a feeling of happiness, knowing she would be there in the morning to help the cute princess to get dressed up again. Yet, Petyr had other ideas in mind. And it seemed as if he would have to do some searching. And ask the help of an old dear friend of his.
"Let's make the princess happy, shall we?" He said, smirking.
Varys stood there, looking down below the port of King's Landing, glad for being next to the young princess. The mind of the young child impressed the Spymaster since he had seen nothing like it before—a bright mind filled with the strange idea that he or no one had considered before. But what surprised him more than anything was the compassion of the girl's heart.
It was rare for a princess to be so compassionate, so pure and clean. Varys has seen many masks, many people trying to be something they were not. Yet, although the princess was still a child. The princess was one of the most untainted people he had met in forever. Of that, he was sure of.
"A beautiful view, don't you think, my princess?" Varys said with a candy voice.
The princess looked back at him and smiled. "It truly is."
"Yet, I wonder, why are you staring at such a sight by yourself?" Varys said, already knowing that the queen was currently doting on Joffrey in his many endeavours. A rather stupid thing to do, if he could be honest.
"I am with you, don't I?" Galadriel replied quickly. "What better company than you, Lord Varys?"
"Thank you, your highness, for such kind words," Varys replied, bowing slightly and chuckling at that reply of the little princess who giggled at him.
"Still, I understand what you are saying, lord Varys… once you look down, aside from the view, you can see Cobbler's Square, the Great Sept of Baelor, and Flea Bottom."
Varys noticed the voice of the princess when she spoke about Flea Bottom.
"Such a horrendous place for anyone to live in," Varys stated, watching the princess' reaction to his words, wondering what she truly thought about such a place.
"How many kings have forgotten about their people? About Flea Bottom? How many of them care for the common people?" Galadriel asked as she stared directly at him.
Galadriel wasn't indifferent to the suffering of others. She may lack empathy as a whole since she was reborn in her Yggdrasil character, who has the traits of a Demon Empress and sees humanity as anything more than a nuisance. Yet, it was because she could still recall her past life that she felt sympathy for the poor bastards living in that place. Galadriel, after all, used to live in a pretty terrible neighbourhood when she was a child—filled with drug addicts, thieves, and the worst of humanity. It was a miracle that Galadriel's mother wasn't attacked or anything every time she went out to work the night. Or her later on.
She also knew that good people were living there. Trying to live day by day.
Mother told me that people are good at surviving, even in the face of disgrace. I guess that's what I am—a survivor.
That's why she felt as if she owed something. Galadriel wanted to enjoy her ride, the many plots. The nobles' endless schemes, and the court intrigue, were honest, so fun to play with. Yet, Galadriel still wanted to improve the livelihood of the people of the Seven Kingdoms. Her traits were of a demon, true. But it was also of an empress. And because of that, it was a responsibility. Her duty as their future ruler. To care for the wealth of her citizens: in one way or another.
"That is a depressing question, your highness. The truth is that a lot of kings in the past have long forgotten their duties to the realm. Even the best Targaryen kings did little to change things," Varys replied, wondering if he could get the princess to open herself more to him. He wanted to see if she was worth the gamble.
Galadriel gave a small nod. "What about Jaehaerys I, the old king? He is considered one of the best kings in Westeros," Galadriel asked with an innocent voice.
"Granted, but for every Jaehaerys I, who comes. Three Mad kings will appear."
"That's a bit nitpicking, don't you think?"
"Is it, your highness? Remember that only one family has ruled over the Seven Kingdoms. But you're right. I am truly exaggerating, yet, I do wonder sometimes, what type of ruler would you be?" Varys asked, with a passive voice, hoping to see a reaction in the child's face. Galadriel, of course, knew exactly what Varys was doing. It was so obvious that anyone with little experience in court drama could see from miles.
"Ruler? I can't be a ruler," Galadriel replied with a childish voice.
"And why would you say that?" Varys asked with tenderness.
"Because I am a princess? A girl? I girl can't be a king," Galadriel replied sadly.
"There were queens in the past who led side by side with their husbands. And some who ruled for decades, of course, never truly recognize. So, why couldn't you be the first one to rule as their queen truly?" Varys whispered softly, like a secret.
Galadriel hides her amusement with a confused face. Varys could truly sell an idea; she won't deny how appalling the Spider made it look.
"What do you mean? Joffrey is my older brother… he is going to become king."
Varys smiled as he slowly leaned to her, as the Lannister's soldiers were nearby and some spies too.
"He will, but if something ever happens to the crown princes… it could lead to you becoming a regent for the time being. And, I know, you understand, that they are a lot of enemies, and not only in Westeros but across the Narrow Sea," Varys whispered, trying to make her see his point of view with gentle murmurs of warnings and that he was in the end, on her side.
Is he talking about the Targaryen in exile, or the supposed son of Rhaegar, who seemed to be a Blackfyre?
"What if my mother has a boy? Another boy?"
"The gods would bless us then, yet it doesn't change what people would expect."
"Expect? What will they expect from me? I am just a kid," Galadriel asked innocently.
Varys stared at the beach, then at the city. "Your Highness, what do you think about kindness?" He asked now, slowly drifting to a web of words created to ensnare the young princess.
Galadriel thought for a bit. "Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear, and the blind can see."
Varys smiled brightly. "You'll be a great ruler… if that comes to pass, of course. But that's what the common folk want. Kindness is a precious commodity that few know the value of, and fewer know what it is. But not you. You're a different type of princess, your highness. One that is so rare these days that I can't help but wonder, if you were queen, what type of choice would you make? Will you punish your enemies? Or forgive them? Will you do what is right? Or what is easy?"
"Eh, I don't know… truly. I guess I'll do what I can?" Galadriel said, a bit baffled.
"But what is what you can do?" Varys tilted his head again as Galadriel was getting a bit exasperated. Now you're telling me that the spymaster is quite the philosophic entity or righteousness person? Ugh, but I will give him credit. He is not telling me things in order to confuse me. He seems to say things he truly believes in. Yet, where does his loyalty lie?
"I want… a better world… no, I want to change the world."
Varys stared at those golden eyes and tried to see anything that would make him doubt those words. But found nothing. Galadriel could play the same game he could. Let's see, Varys. Let's see where your loyalty lies.
"That's all I wanted to hear, your highness."
"You're weird, Varys," Galadriel said with an annoyingly cute voice, making Varys chuckle.
"That's what people said about me, most of the time. But, you're the first one to say it in such a gentle manner, your highness."
"People call you weird?" Galadriel asked with an authentic and genuine voice.
Varys smiled. "They all call me a great many names, your highness. Some are not kind to me; being a eunuch makes me a freak in their eyes, even though it was not my choice."
"Not your choice?" Galadriel asked, surprised, and Varys only smiled.
"Perhaps, one day, when your highness grows up. I'll tell you all about it," Varys said.
Galadriel only nodded but made her wonder about the secret life of the spymaster. He was surely an interesting person. Varys was a mysterious person and had a lot of roles in the court intrigue. So, perhaps she should learn a bit. He was a spymaster. Maybe Galadriel could learn a thing or two about him.
Despite that, you're playing a lot of cards, my bald spider man. I wonder, still, what is truly your end goal. It would be interesting to see.
Galadriel thought with a smile, as she then heard a bell going off, signalling midday. "Uh, oh, look is time for the 12:30 meeting."
"Of course, my princess, after you."
Galadriel and Varys went back to King's Landing, as Varys wondered about the future of The Seven Kingdoms, while Galadriel wondered about what she should eat first.
The days became weeks, and weeks, months, and finally. News of the war reached them, and it exasperated Galadriel about how long they took to move from one place to another. But she understood. They don't have fast travelling. So, Varys told them that the King had gathered enough forces to march Seagard and wait for the North forces in order to travel to Pyke. But what brought a sense of pride was to hear that about her uncle. Stannis Baratheon crushed the Greyjoy fleet at Faircastle with the Redwyne fleet.
They crushed the Iron Fleet in one battle.
It would take just another push into the Iron Isles. Of course, it would take time for her father's army to travel to the Iron Islands. Perhaps, with luck, she would see him next year. Giving her enough time to consolidate her power.
And while she was carefully doing just that. Galadriel realized that things were becoming stale. Boring. The court, and everything else, seemed to die down for a bit, and there were not many things for her to worry about. Especially since she used a few Cash Items in order to strengthen her spy network, she felt a bit dirty. Galadriel was cheating since using Cash Items was making everything so easy. But, well, it doesn't matter. Galadriel smiled as she relaxed on her bed, naked, just enjoying the comfortable bed. Galadriel saw the book in her hand. She has read many times Centuries of Agriculture Vol 1 by Blue Planet and HeroHero. Besides truly understanding basic knowledge of agronomy, how the season affects crops, and many other things, Galadriel couldn't help herself but feel thrilled, reading the work of two of her friends. Blue Planet and HeroHero's paragraphs were filled with just enjoyment and pure love of writing the history of their hobby. That Galadriel couldn't stop smiling every time she read it. They truly loved plants and everything they had to do with them. I miss you so much, guys. I truly do. Galadriel thought softly.
"But, truly, the history of agriculture is really interesting."
Galadriel whispered but then exhaled. "Farms, eh? Lots of farms… mm, the Crownlands have good fertile ground, but nothing compares to the Reach. Uh, yeah, the Reach is truly one of the most important Kingdoms. Um, what should I do?"
Galadriel muttered as she thought about the Tyrell family. She would have to reach out to them. No pun intended.
"If I change the way they develop food and streamline the production. It would inherently make the Reach more powerful. Mm, and that would be bad if I couldn't control them. What to do?" Galadriel hummed.
Galadriel rolled over the bed, from one side to the next, until she exhaled. Knowing she would have to think of a plot that would allow her to have direct control over the Reach food. But then she saw Elise, the Spider Queen, slowly crawling from the shadows of the roof of her enormous bed.
The half-woman, half-spider, was the representation of a famous Jorogumo, a Japanese Yokai. She was a beautiful woman, no doubt. Her delicate skin and perfectly sculpted face, and red lips leading to a seductive smile, would lead any man to madness and lust. But below the woman's waist showed a different story. The half part of the body was of a spider with long, dark legs. It looked almost like the body of a Black Widow. And while many would scream their lungs out. Galadriel didn't do that.
"My dear Elise, do you have something for me?" Galadriel asked as she tilted her head, watching the bright smile of the spider woman.
"Oh, my beloved lady~! My babies have heard whispers about a plot involving your life."
Elise's body was huge. The spider woman was bigger than the entire bed. In fact, Elise, the Spider Queen, had to move carefully in order to not bump into the walls of the princess' room. So, it was rather funny, in Galadriel's opinion, to see the enormous woman wail dramatically. She is so dramatic, but at least she has a personality. Phantasmagoria is just a really depressing and stoic NPC. Galadriel stood up in the bed and slowly caressed the Spider Queen's belly since she couldn't reach the Spider woman's head. Elise sniffed as she looked down at the girl.
"There, there," Galadriel said with an amused voice.
If I remember correctly, Elise the Spider Queen was a randomized summon. Each time you summon her, the spider part of the body and the kimono will be of a different colour. But I wonder if somehow the personality would change every time; you summon her?
"Now, my dear, tell me about this horrific plot," Galadriel asked.
Elise sniffed, cleaning her tears as Galadriel rolled her eyes.
"There is a plot going around about some nobles trying to kill you, my lady~!" Elise, the spider queen, said dramatically as Galadriel groaned.
Again?! Will she cry every single time she discovers a plot involving my life? She keeps crying when some petty lord thinks of doing that! Ugh!
Galadriel wanted to scream but watched the Jorogumo crying in front of her again. She just sighed.
"Elise, my dear, please stop crying," Galadriel said softly.
Elise nodded as she snuffled one more time. "What should we do?" Elise asked with a worried tone.
Galadriel took a big breath. "Who plot this?"
"Uh, the younger brother of Lord Cargyll."
Galadriel groaned as she knew exactly who Elise was talking about. The younger brother of Lord Cargyll was, without a doubt, an idiot. And she believes that Lord Cargyll wanted no part in that stupid conspiracy. So, with that in mind, she decided just to let the Shadows Demon deal with it.
"Alright, I'll let the shadows' demons eliminate this stupid lord," Galadriel said. Elise smiled, but then she blushed deeply. And moved around, near Galadriel, and it was a rather funny sight. Watching a large woman spider act like a teenage girl.
"What?" Galadriel asked as she noticed how Elise seemed to want to say something.
"Could I…? Could I have him for me? I am hungry," Elise said, with a schoolgirl tone of voice, embarrassed and cute.
Galadriel sighed but smiled. It was not the first time she would allow Elise to do that. Down in Flea Bottom, there were a lot of people who deserved to kill, so. Elise had a large supply of food there.
"Alright, you can… try to be careful."
Elise squealed in delight as she bowed deeply and as silently as she came. Elise disappeared into the shadows. Galadriel stared at the darkness of her room with amusement. The NPCs have a personality of their own. I wonder if the Guardians back in Nazarick had a personality of their own? Galadriel wondered as she lay down on her bed one more time. Galadriel thought about something.
Wait, does she even need to eat…? Well, whatever…
The next day, Galadriel was once again in the council room, and the day was as usual. Tiresome for most. And annoying to others. But well, for Galadriel, who was used to standing in front of a computer for hours without end. It was a normal day of work. But she saw the rest weren't used to working in the same way she was.
Uh, what? Aren't they used to working 12 to 14 hours a day?! Pff, weakness disgusts me! This isn't even my final form!
"It seems a break would be for the best," Galadriel said as everyone in the room sighed deeply.
"Seriously, my dear niece, you work too much," Renly said tiredly.
"Truly, your highness, I have never seen someone who could just sit there and be ready and calculate things for hours," Jon Arryn said while taking a sit of wine.
"Well, we do have a lot of things to do. And we are only starting. The sewer system could bring new people to live in King's Landing and start fresh… no pun intended," Galadriel said, smiling, earning a few groans from the rest.
"It would be nice to get rid of that awful stench, I'll not deny it," Jon Arryn said.
"Indeed, having to hold your breath every time you walk near Fishmonger's Square and the River Gate is not thrilling," Renly added with a disgusting tone in his voice.
"And in the Street of Sister and Cobbler's Square," Varys added.
"Exactly. With this new sewer system, we could just breathe and also start repairing the horrible aqueduct. Also, we could expand and repair the wall's outer walls. Adding also that this project would surely bring gold to the capital. The more work it is, the better it is for the common folk," Galadriel said.
Galadriel knew it would take a few years for the sewer system to be rebuilt from the ground up. But she has time. Mm, I should create an insurance company in order to give workers safety. It would also bring a lot of people and workers from across the Narrow Sea.
"My dear, you need to rest… You can't keep on working like this," Cersei said in a mother's voice.
"True, my niece. You're a child, you should be out there, playing with other kids," Renly said.
"Mm, I don't really have friends," Galadriel said honestly.
"I think we should get a few ladies-in-waiting for you," Renly said with a smile. "I know a girl who could be just that."
The rest stared at Renly, already knowing his end game.
"My daughter doesn't need, Ladies-in-waiting. She is too young, besides her mother and queen. It will be my duty to provide her with decent young ladies, not you," Cersei said with a nasty voice. But Renly only scoffed.
"Mm, I think it would be good for her. To meet new people and friends. Margaery Tyrell has the same age as the princess. The Tyrell would be honoured to send their daughter to court in order to be the princess lady-in-waiting," Renly replied, looking at Cersei, who only glared at him.
"I'll be the one to decide it, lord Renly, not you," Cersei said arrogantly.
"Now, now, my lord, your grace. This is not the time to decide such a thing," Jon Arryn said, trying not to let things escalate.
Galadriel was quite amused by the whole thing. Yet, she could use it to her advantage. Ladies-in-waiting, eh? Mm, true, I am young. But if I could sway Margaery Tyrell to my cause. If I ended up charming her, it would surely make me hold reigns in the Reach.
"It's not really a bad idea," Galadriel muttered.
"My dear, don't think about such a thing. I know a few girls who would surely be decent enough for you," Cersei said desperately.
Galadriel rolled her eyes. You want to put spies at my sides and girls who you could control and bully, mother. I know what you think. Galadriel thought.
"Mother, I'll need to have people around me. And having a few companions could really help me to… Do you know? Don't be alone all the time. And I know Uncle Renly only wants the best for me," Galadriel said with the best cute face she could muster. Cersei saw desperately how she was losing control, but before she could say anything, Renly spoke with a huge smile on his face.
"Brilliant, my dear. I'll make sure to send a letter to Lord Tyrell. We are good friends," Renly said with a victorious smirk.
Petyr smiled secretly as he stared at the princess and Renly. But said nothing. However, Varys did glance at him.
"Great! Now, before we take a break, Archmaester, could you send a letter to the Citadel? I think we'll need more help, especially when it comes down to architecture and counting. Ah, also, since the workers will be working with quite dangerous equipment. I would like a few maester with silver chains, just to make sure no one gets hurt," Galadriel said, as the old Archmaester only nodded happily.
"Oh, o-of course, your highness! I'll send it immediately. I already know a few excellent candidates for this many projects!"
"Excellent; thank you all for coming today!"
As the meeting ended, Galadriel and the queen left the room, leaving the small council behind. And while everyone else was leaving, Varys looked at Petyr with a small smile.
"You're quite pleased with the sudden talk about the princess lady-in-waiting," Varys said.
Petyr only smiled. "The princess is very capable, smart, and resourceful. Yet, she is still a child and requires a bit of freedom. I am happy to see her finally get well-deserved friends."
"Of course you are, lord Baelish. However, I do wonder, why would that be?"
"You know me better than I do, my friend. Tell me, what should I be happy for, our princess?" Petyr replied.
Varys walked slowly to him and tilted his head. "Are you perhaps hoping to bring up friends of yours to meet the princess? After all, your sudden letters to the Vale have been quite numerous. And your abrupt trip there makes me wonder, what are you going to bring? Maybe a long-lost sister we didn't know of?"
Petyr laughed as he picked up his books.
"I'll go to the Vale in order to secure some investments for the princess. And, maybe, the princess would love to have someone around her. Who knows?"
"Indeed, who knows… but I doubt the queen would love to hear that a bastard girl is being brought to her palace," Varys said smoothly.
Petyr stared at Varys but then smoothly approached him. "I doubt it as well, my friend. But maybe, once the princess meets her long sister. She would convince her mother to allow her to live with them. And both of us know that the queen can't deny the princess anything," Petyr said, smirking.
"And why would you bother to do something like that? Why would you bet on it?" Varys asked effortlessly.
"I'll like to make the princes happy, of course. Who can't deny her anything? Or would you do something to stop it?"
"My friend, you wound me; I don't hurt children. Never children. Besides, I would love to make our dear princess happy."
"Then, both of us would do as we can in order to make sure the princess is well taken care of."
"Of course."
Petyr smiled as he then left the room, but before he went away, he turned around and stared at Varys. "Perhaps you should also give our dear princess a gift. I know you'll think of something."
Varys scoffed playfully as he then stared at the chair where the princess normally sits—and thought about it. "Yeah, a gift… a wonderful gift. But what kind of gift?"
Varys hummed before he also left the room.