"Determination is an admirable trait." Leda Dayne, Lady Commander of the Royal Guard.
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Seeing Tyrion enter with a somber expression, Aenar couldn't help but laugh, knowing the reason for the Hand of the King's expression.
No one would be happy to inherit an astronomical debt from their father. As Tyrion was the new Lord of the Rock, he naturally inherited Tywin's entire debt.
"You look terrible, my Hand of the King." Aenar commented as he took a sip of wine, the bruises and wounds having disappeared by this point. He looked young and without any scars.
"House Lannister will pay 70% of the debt while House Baratheon of Stannis will pay the rest." Tyrion replied with a still somber tone.
Even seeing the great and powerful Tywin Lannister chained up like an animal in a cage didn't make him happy. Remembering the expression of pleasure on Tywin's face, he really wanted to rip his bastard father's head off.
"Fortunately, the Iron Bank knew that it was impossible for such a large debt to be repaid, so they divided it into smaller amounts that House Lannister and Baratheon would have to pay every year for fifty years!" Tyrion said with a sigh.
He never thought people's hearts would be so dark. Fifty years of paying off debt, perhaps he was the first Lord of the West who was in debt. The irony was that the Westerlands produced Westeros' gold!
"Your gold mines are running out, how do you plan to pay them off every year?" Aenar asked curiously. House Lannister really was almost bankrupt. The gold mines that sustained House Lannister's huge army were coming to an end, and along with the end of gold, House Lannister's hegemony over the economy of Westeros.
Remembering this fact, Tyrion's expression became even darker and more uncertain. He really was in a lot of trouble. For a moment, he saw himself as the first poor Lord of House Lannister.
He never really thought that the words "poor" and "Lannister" would be used in the same sentence.
"I'm leaving for the North today, I'll leave you in Lannisport for a while, but come and meet me at the Wall after everything settles down." Aenar didn't continue to tease Tyrion and spoke in a calm tone, his eyes couldn't help but show an excited gleam.
He could feel it, R'hllor and the Cold God were facing each other with even more fervor. With the Red God's believers increasing by the moment, the Cold God was retreating. Obviously, the gap between the gods had been reversed.
This was the perfect moment to attack the Night King!
Tyrion was surprised for a moment, but remembering that the fate of humanity lay before him, he nodded with a solemn expression. "Yes, Your Grace."
Seeing his expression, Aenar stood up and walked towards the exit, but before he left, he spoke in a calm tone. "You don't have to pay tribute for twenty years, so don't worry about it."
Tyrion was surprised, he looked at Aenar's back with a complicated look. He really admired and hated the young man in front of him, but he really couldn't even entertain the thought of rebellion.
Letting out a sigh, Tyrion poured himself a glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp.
"Uncle." As Tyrion finished his glass of wine, he heard a gentle, sweet voice. Looking back, he saw Myrcella with a determined expression.
"My dear niece, your beauty grows every day." Tyrion smiled gently and complimented the girl before him. He really wasn't lying, Myrcella looked like a smaller version of Cersei.
However, noticing the expression on her face, Tyrion sighed and spoke in a calm tone. "But you don't seem to be standing in front of me to hear my compliments."
"Yes." Myrcella didn't deny it and nodded. "I want to protect Tommen."
Tyrion shook his head and replied. "You don't have to worry about that, House Lannister and Baratheon would protect both of you, and the king doesn't want either of your lives."
"Uncle, I'm not so innocent." Myrcella spoke with a calm and solemn expression. "Although the king doesn't wish my life, but his supporters might kill us to get into the king's good graces."
Tyrion stopped what he was doing and looked surprised at Myrcella, he hadn't expected the sweet, innocent girl to have changed so much after a few years. However, Myrcella's concern really wasn't unfounded.
Although the king had forgiven Myrcella and Tommen, anyone could see the antipathy the king had towards House Baratheon and Lannister. Any reason could make the king destroy both Great Noble Houses.
It was no secret how much pain House Lannister and Baratheon had caused House Targaryen. That the king could pardon Robert's sons was already a miracle in the eyes of many lords of the Seven Kingdoms.
The king could pardon the crimes, but he would never care if House Lannister and Baratheon disappeared or were killed, perhaps even celebrate once it happened.
So Myrcella's concern was definitely not unfounded, many wanted Robert's sons and daughters dead.
"What do you want to do?" Tyrion asked with a serious expression.
"The same thing my sister tried to do to the king." Myrcella didn't hesitate to answer, causing the wine goblet Tyrion was holding to fall to the floor and the wine to splash in many places.
"That's impossible." Tyrion denied Myrcella's proposal without any hesitation. What Myrcella was doing was like throwing meat on a lion's bed and asking it not to eat it.
"As Lord of House Lannister and your uncle, I won't let you lose your future for the sake of your safety." Tyrion said with a solemn expression. Although he didn't agree with many things his father said, he also believed that a united family was stronger.
He would never throw Myrcella into Aenar's bed!
"I'm not asking your permission, Uncle." Myrcella shook her head and showed a determined expression. "Yesterday I saw a servant putting something in Tommen's food."
"No matter how much gold and armies House Lannister possesses, we can't stop the murderers of every noble in the Seven Kingdoms!!!" Myrcella finally showed an angry expression, remembering the scene she had seen last night. If she hadn't seen it, her sweet, gentle brother would have died.
Tyrion showed an angry expression listening to the assassination attempt, but the words he was about to utter didn't come out of his mouth. His niece's expression was so determined that Tyrion thought he saw Jaime's shadow on the girl.
Closing his eyes, Tyrion leaned back in his chair without any force. He lowered his head and rested his head on his two joined hands. Although he wanted to stop Myrcella, he himself knew that the only way to stop the assassination attempts was to actually have the king's support.
As for himself? Tyrion didn't think he was that important, especially after noticing that many of the powers of the Hand of the King had been taken away and other people had taken on those responsibilities. It was obvious that the king was decentralizing power, making all the ministers weaker.
After a while in silence, Tyrion finally spoke. "I can put you in his room, but don't show any murderous intent or bring any kind of weapon, the Lady Commander of the Kingsguard will kill you the moment you show either of those things."
A smile appeared on Myrcella's lips, she looked at her uncle gratefully and left the tent without any hesitation.
"Cersei will want to kill me when she finds out about this, I have to send the woman to the Stormlands so she can take care of that monster in the tower." Tyrion muttered with a helpless expression.
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Just as Aenar was about to take a short rest after discussing the march north, he stopped at the entrance to he tent and raised an eyebrow. Leda didn't even need the king's orders and entered the tent with her hand on the hilt of her sword.
The gray eyes of the Lady Commander of the Royal Guard soon fell on the girl sitting nervously on the bed. She immediately recognized the former princess and daughter of Robert Baratheon.
At that moment, the girl was wearing something not at all suitable for an unmarried lady, especially inside a married man's tent.
Leda couldn't help but frown. "Like daughter, like mother." She said sarcastically, remembering the seduction she had seen from Cersei in front of all the lords.
Myrcella felt her cheeks burn intensely from the shame she was feeling at that moment. She lowered her head and didn't dare look at Leda, who stared at her indifferently.
Stepping forward, Leda began to search Myrcella's body, making the girl even more ashamed to feel the unscrupulous hands of the Lady Commander of the Royal Guard.
Leda stepped back when she saw that the girl wasn't carrying any weapons. After that, she started checking the whole tent for anything that could hurt the king, be it a weapon or even poison.
Three minutes later, Leda came out of the tent and nodded to Aenar, who entered the tent with calm steps. He looked curiously at Myrcella and then looked away. Approaching the girl, he took the sheet from the bed and wrapped it around her almost naked body.
Don't get it wrong, Aenar didn't care if he slept with such a young teenager, he had killed hundreds of thousands of people and he didn't care if he had sex with someone underage.
But that didn't mean that Aenar liked children. Not caring about having sex and enjoying having sex with children were two different things.
Aenar felt no sense of excitement at the sight of Myrcella's body.
Myrcella couldn't help but be surprised by Aenar's actions, she hugged the sheet covering her body and looked at the king in confusion. She had no doubt that her actions were obvious.
Aenar was about to reply that she wasn't exciting enough, but thinking that this might cause low self-esteem for the girl, he simply replied in a calm tone. "You're too young."
Myrcella couldn't help but show disappointment at Aenar's words. She also knew that she was too young, even ladys get married at fourteen, she was about to turn eleven and was three years away from that.
But without sleeping with Aenar, how could she save her brother?
Biting her lip, the girl removed the sheet covering her body and looked at Aenar teasingly.
Leda couldn't help but roll her eyes at the girl's actions. She thought the girl was brave. Aenar was over two meters tall and Myrcella barely reached the king's waist.
Even Leda couldn't see how someone so small could have such courage. She had personally seen someone like Arianne suffer in Aenar's bed, let alone Myrcella, who hadn't even had her menarche.
"Girl." Aenar looked calmly at Myrcella and spoke in a calm tone. "I killed your father, uncle and I will kill your grandfather."
As soon as Aenar said this, Myrcella's expression showed a struggle between hatred, resentment and determination.
Aenar looked at this with shining eyes, the control of the girl's emotions in front of him was impressive. Worthy of being the mother of his son, Lion, a powerful demigod of his Golden Lineage.
After a long time, her determination to save her brother overcame the hatred and resentment they were feeling at the moment. She knelt down and said, hiding her expression.
"I beg you to save my brother's life, Your Grace." She continued speaking. "I can be your slave, no matter what you ask, I will do it without any hesitation."
Aenar certainly knew what Myrcella was talking about. Although he had forgiven Robert's sons and daughters, he didn't really care about the life and death of members of House Lannister and Baratheon.
He could even see that many wanted to kill Tommen and Myrcella just to please him. This wasn't uncommon, especially in the Age of the Hundred Kingdoms, where flattery could actually make the continuation of an entire lineage.
"In the future, I want you to have a child by me." Aenar spoke directly without hiding anything. "Your brother and family will have my support."
Myrcella showed a conflicted expression. Having a child with the murderer of her father, uncle and grandfather was not what she wanted, but thinking of Tommen's sweet, adorable smile, the girl's expression became determined again.
"I thank you for your mercy, my king." Myrcella knelt down even further and spoke in a calm, neutral tone.
Aenar smiled and rested her head on his hand, he could see that the girl harbored a great hatred towards him, which wasn't really surprising, half her family died at his hands.
"You may go, Lady Myrcella." Aenar said with a wave of his hand, shooing the girl away directly.
Myrcella got up and left the tent with a sheet wrapped around her body. She walked through the tents with a calm look on her face as she was seen by everyone, who was surprised by her appearance.
"She's just like her mother, a whore."
"A rich whore!!!"
"The king must have taken advantage."
"HAHAHA!!!!"
Myrcella felt tears streaming down her face listening to the cruel, cold and slanderous words of all the men around her, but the girl continued walking with slightly faster steps.
She could have chosen another path without being seen, but to show that she was the king's mistress, she had to walk in the eyes of everyone, because only then would she and Tommen be safe.
The actions were under the eyes of Aenar and Leda.
"The girl is really determined." Leda commented with a slight hint of admiration.
"Although she's not Robert's daughter by blood, she still carries some of her adoptive father's characteristics." Aenar said with a smile.
Leda nodded and remained silent again, behind Aenar.
"In two hours we'll march north." Aenar said as he closed his eyes, ready to use his Prescience once again to see the future of the war.
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