"Humans are strange, they judge each other based on things that don't matter, but even if they know they're wrong, change doesn't come instantly, they need a century just to start changing." Tyrion Lannister, Imperial Councillor of the Imperium of Mankind, before the Rebellion on the Planet of Forgan V.
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"King's Landing." Looking out of the carriage window, Margaery spoke with an excited tone. Around the carriage, ninety thousand men were marching towards the most important city in Westeros. Even though it was far away, the Red Keep could be seen behind the sun on the horizon.
"Granny, why don't we go straight to the Riverlands?" Margaery couldn't help asking with a hint of disappointment in her voice. She wanted to find Aenar as soon as possible, the image of the king was still vivid in her mind, including his words.
"Margaery, we are ninety thousand men, if we add the army of House Targaryen at this moment, it's almost two hundred thousand soldiers. Even we can't provide food for men and horses for such a large army." Olenna answered her granddaughter as she felt the carriage sway slightly.
The journey to King's Landing had already taken its toll on her body, she was no longer young and a journey of this distance left her body sore in many places.
Margaery understood with her grandmother's words, she had made a promise not to appear ignorant in front of Daenerys Targaryen, the wife/aunt/queen of Aenar.
"Grandmother, you were engaged to Daeron, why didn't you marry him?" Remembering something, Margaery asked curiously. If Olenna had been Daeron's wife, she would have had Targaryen blood and things would have been much easier.
"Daeron preferred to be in the presence of his own squires." Olenna replied in a calm tone, she had long forgotten about her former fiancé. "Besides, it wasn't him who ended the betrothal vows, but me."
Margaery was intelligent and understood the subtlety in her grandmother's words, obviously Daeron, Son of Aegon V was a Pillow Biter just like her brother Loras.
"Do you really want to go down that road, Margaery?" Olenna asked, looking at her granddaughter seriously. Being a mistress was a heavy price and if Margaery wanted to give it up, she would accept her granddaughter's choice.
"Yes, instead of marrying just any man, I find it more interesting to be at Court." Margaery rested her cheek on her hand and commented with a smile on her lips as she looked at the gigantic army marching alongside her.
Seeing that Margaery was determined to follow this path, Olenna stopped trying to make her give up. She had always believed that people should bear the consequences of their own actions, Margaery was no different.
Margaery's mother, Alerie Hightower, didn't comment at all on her daughter's decision, she no longer had much power in House Tyrell, even the right to educate her own daughter was taken away from her.
Looking at her stupid son's wife, Olenna narrowed her eyes and spoke in a calm voice. "Alerie, House Hightower refused to march with House Tyrell."
One of the reasons she took Margaery away from Alerie was because the woman was from House Hightower, a house that believed deeply in the God of the Seven Faces. If there was a more devout noble house, it was House Hightower.
This proved to be true when there was no House Hightower banner in the army at the time.
"My father hasn't answered my letters." Alerie answered Olenna's question with a soft, gentle tone.
Olenna looked deeply at Alerie and asked sarcastically. "If Leyton asked you to kill me, would you kill me, Alerie?"
Silence filled the carriage like never before. Margaery looked at her grandmother and mother with an expression of shock.
Knowing that her mother-in-law was suspicious of her loyalty, Alerie sighed helplessly. She doesn't like court intrigues or conspiracies, she'd rather be in a garden enjoying life than plotting against others.
"Ever since I married Mace, I've been a loyal member of House Tyrell." Alerie replied, looking at Margaery with the tenderness of a mother. The most important thing was her sons and daughters, nothing was more important than that, even her father.
"I hope so, because I won't hesitate to cut off your head and give it to the king." Olenna spoke harshly, without hiding her intentions.
As House Redwyne and House Hightower were too powerful for any vassal, Olenna had always been on her guard against these two powerful noble houses. Fortunately, with the arrival of House Targaryen and its dragons, House Tyrell's hold on the Reach increased like never before.
Even though she was a Redwyne and the current Lord of House Redwyne was her nephew, the moment she married Luthor, House Tyrell was her home. Even though he was related to her, Olenna never let her guard down, she promised Luthor that she would take care of House Tyrell and would do so until her last days.
Even Olenna was surprised to see her orders accepted so easily, it was something she never thought she would see in her lifetime. However, she understood that all this came with the arrival of the powerful and deadly House Targaryen and his dragons.
Seeing the atmosphere returning to normal, Margaery was relieved. She didn't want the two most important women in her life to kill each other in other people's plots.
'Power, I need power so that such a tragedy never happens. Margaery thought with a flame of ambition burning fiercely in her chest.
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On Daenerys' orders, 80% of the troops camped outside King's Landing and the rest of the troops accompanied House Tyrell into the city.
Just as Margaery was about to arrive at the Red Keep, two loud and powerful roars sounded above the city. At the same moment, shadows flew above her. The Rose of House Tyrell just stared wide-eyed at the two dragons, one black and the other bronze, flying side by side.
Queen Daenerys' dragon, Balerion, and the Dowager Queen's dragon, Vermithor!
She knew the names of the dragons because they had been passed on to her by spies from House Tyrell in King's Landing. It wasn't hard information to get, the commoners knew the names of the dragons, Daenerys didn't hide it and even promoted the names of the dragons.
So Margaery knew all the names of House Targaryen's dragons.
Caraxes, Moonfyre, Balerion, Syrax and Vermithor.
"Stop admiring those winged reptiles, we'll be arriving at the Red Keep any minute." Olenna said, seeing Margaery fascinated by the dragons.
Margaery rolled her eyes at her grandmother's words, who couldn't be fascinated by these beasts capable of reducing entire cities to ashes? She had seen Caraxes and the image of the crimson dragon was still vivid in her mind and perhaps she would never forget it.
Margaery didn't wait long to reach the gates of the Throne Room, then she heard the herald announce their arrival.
"I announce the arrival of Lord Mace Tyrell, Paramount Lord of Mander and Lord of the Garden of the Top with his wife, Lady Alerie Hightower and their noble children, Ser Willas Tyrell, Heir of the Garden of the Top, Ser Garlan Tyrell, Ser Loras Tyrell and Lady Margaery. Accompanied by House Tyrell, Lady Olenna Redwyne and the Lord of House Redwyne, Paxter Redwyne!!!"
With the words of the herald, the doors were opened and Margaery, along with everyone else, entered the Throne Room.
Margaery looked up at the Iron Throne. Iron swords protruded around the steps, like a mountain of steel. The steps of the throne were blackened and twisted metal, and above them, a black metal seat rose above everything.
Sitting on the seat was the most beautiful and delicate girl Margaery had ever seen. There was no way to describe Daenerys' beauty in words, only that she was inhumanly beautiful. Just as Aenar was beautiful, Daenerys was equally so.
Without any hesitation, all of House Tyrell and the Lords of the Reach knelt before the throne, Margaery being no exception.
Daenerys rose from the throne and descended the blackened steps. Stopping in front of the steps, she spoke with elegance and gentleness.
"In the name of King Aenar I of House Targaryen, First of the Name, King of the Andals, the Roiners and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm, I Queen Daenerys I of House Targaryen, welcome you to my halls and castles. You will be my guests and receive all that you are entitled to as vassals and my guests." Her voice carried throughout the throne room.
"I thank you for your kindness, Your Grace." Although Mace might be an incompetent Lord, the man knew how to behave in the face of such events. "It's an honor to be in your care."
Daenerys smiled and looked at the Lord of the Reach with a gentler gaze and spoke. "The feast is ready, let's eat!"
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