Chapter 84 - House Of Tyrell (III)
"I want him, even if I never really have him all to myself." Margaery Tyrell, the White Rose.
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Sitting at the head seat of the High Garden table, Aenar looked at Olenna and commented with an amused tone.
"Before I came to the High Garden, I flew over King's Landing. They were happy to see Caraxes spitting flames over the city."
Olenna stopped her drinking and looked deeply at the king. Her lips curved into a sarcastic smile.
"Tywin must have loved the show."
The Queen of Thorns knew that the young king's words had another purpose: a warning to House Tyrell. Basically, he was saying that everyone knew he was coming to High Garden and that no one would believe that House Tyrell wouldn't bend the knee to survive. It was quite a shrewd move and, considering his age, Olenna knew that the young king was not inexperienced in court affairs.
"He's probably more desperate to fill his coffers." Aenar said, bringing the glass of wine to his lips, not caring if it was poisoned.
Olenna looked at Aenar with a brief expression of surprise. Tywin worried about gold? She would never have thought that such words could be associated with the rich and powerful Tywin Lannister.
Olenna's mind quickly searched for options that could make Tywin worry about gold and found the answer.
"Are the gold mines running out?" Olenna asked with a glare. If that were really the case, then House Tyrell would currently be the strongest House in Westeros. Without money, the Westerlands weren't so dangerous, as they couldn't support an army of fifty thousand men.