Chapter 86 - Leda, The Blade of Aenar (I)
"Leda, Sword of Aenar." Aenar declared, looking at the naked woman, holding the legendary sword Dawn in her hands.
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Entering the room on the top floor of one of the towers in High Garden Castle, Aenar watched as Leda inspected her surroundings, checking for any possible hidden threats. Satisfied, he flopped onto the bed, staring at the ceiling.
"What do you think of House Tyrell, my Lady Commander of the Kingsguard?"
Leda continued to examine the room, running her fingers along the walls, searching for secret passages, before answering coolly:
"I don't like Lady Olenna. She seems irritating. Lord Mace is mediocre in battle, but reasonable in the administration of his lands. Lady Alerie lives in her own world. Lord Garlan is a decent warrior, but lacks the aggressiveness needed to command real respect on the battlefield. As for Lady Margaery and Lord Loras... they both want to lie with Your Grace."
She touched a suspicious stone on the wall and narrowed her eyes as she noticed a slight change in the texture. Without interrupting her analysis, she continued:
"Ultimately, House Tyrell is weak. They don't control the Reach completely. Houses like Hightower and Redwyne are extremely powerful and actually hold more influence than the Tyrells themselves."
Aenar smiled at Leda's blunt assessment. The girl rarely spoke much, but when she did, her precision was cutting. As for Margaery and Loras, he rolled his eyes. He repeated to himself: he only liked women. Loras might feel some impulsive attraction based on lust, but for Aenar, there was no romantic or physical interest in another man.
Still, Leda was right. The Redwyne Fleet was the strongest in the kingdom. The Hightowers had the support of the Faith of the Seven and colossal influence. If it weren't for the value of loyalty oaths in Westeros, Aenar wouldn't be surprised if the Tyrells were betrayed and replaced in some well-planned coup.
Suddenly, the sound of moving stones echoed through the room.