iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 542 Reasonable Remuneration

Willas paused for a moment, slowly folded up the letter in his hand, and said casually: "Gallan's fleet assembly is not going smoothly. Many people are worried that they will be attacked by the Iron Fleet when they go to recapture the Shield Islands."

As he spoke, he handed the folded letter to the waiter naturally, and said, "Ser Colin Florent once again stated that he would continue to defend Brightwater and would never surrender to Tyrell..."

[He is the younger brother of the Earl of Brightwater and the current acting lord of Brightwater. His daughter once slept with Robert Stannis and gave birth to an illegitimate son, Edric Storm.]

Lady Olenna held out her wrinkled and age-spotted hand and interrupted: "Show me the letter, Willas, unless it is filled with love words between you and a certain lady."

"There will be no secrets between you and me, grandma." Willas showed a helpless look on his face and gestured to the waiter.

Lady Olenna took the letter and said, "Don't worry, your grandmother won't become a disgusting old woman... um... let me take a look..."

As she spoke, she narrowed her eyes and slightly distanced herself from the letter: "Oh, it is indeed written by my stupid son. Does he have some amazing plan again?"

Willas shrugged and volunteered, "Father plans to hold a grand tourney in King's Landing, larger than the one Robert held for the Starks."

After hearing this, Lady Olenna put away the letter with a swish and said angrily, "It seems that our Boar Prime Minister has forgotten that the Shield Islands are still in the hands of the Ironborn. His poor vassal has not been redeemed yet."

After saying that, she picked up the teacup on the small round table and took a sip of red tea to suppress her anger.

Willas smiled and said reassuringly, "Father believes that I will handle these matters."

Lady Olenna put down her teacup with a thump. "That's a good excuse. I'm sorry to trouble you, Willas."

After a pause, the grandmother looked at her grandson carefully and said, "Although the Duke of Highgarden is obsessed with glory and cannot extricate himself, this little wealth will not cause you to lose sleep often, right?"

Willas's brown eyes moved, as if he was thinking about how to answer. After a moment of silence, he spread his hands and said, "I just don't like this... feeling of Tyrell being led like a horse. Maybe I should try to get used to it as soon as possible."

"Not used to it?"

Lady Olenna smiled toothlessly. "Are you not used to the proud Tyrells being ordered around by a former baron of the Crabclaw Peninsula?"

Willas shook his head slightly, his eyes revealing a complicated look: "Not only because of this reason, but also... I can't estimate the value of the queen's crown. It is like a carrot hanging in front, and Tyrell is still the horse."

"No, Willas, my grandson, what you said is still one thing." Lady Olenna's cloudy eyes stared at her handsome and elegant grandson, as if she wanted to see through him. "Now the Regent of the Seven Kingdoms, in your impression, is still the little messenger who stands in front of you and greets you respectfully - sent by Cersei (Chapter 70)."

She leaned back in her chair, placed her hands on the armrests on both sides, paused, and sighed, "Your crippled legs not only limit your mobility, but also blind your eyes, arrogant High Court heir."

Willas lowered his head slightly: "...Yes, grandma, this is the real reason why I can't fall asleep."

His voice was very low, as if he was admitting a fact that he had been reluctant to face.

"God bless you, my grandson is much better than my stupid son. At least our Duke of Highgarden never reflects on his own problems."

Lady Olenna looked at Willas with a loving gaze: "Yes, your legs are crippled, but you have servants. You shouldn't stay in this boring castle all day, even though it is beautiful."

Hearing this, Willas looked up at his grandmother for a moment, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "You want me to go to King's Landing?"

"Oh - thank the gods, 'he' didn't take away Tyrell's wisdom, but left it all to my grandchildren. This is a good idea." Looking at the emotional Lady Orian, Willas smiled helplessly: "Your compliments are always so special."

The two laughed for a while, and Lady Olenna's smile faded slightly, and her expression became serious: "Willas, if you continue to let him continue to serve as the Duke of Wild Boar, he will be 'tamed' by the Regent and become a real mount, and he has already refused to listen to Margaery's advice."

Willas nodded slightly: "Father loves Margaery the most, but he always treats her as a little girl."

After saying this, he motioned for the waiter to bring the teacup, and then said, "I thought you would visit King's Landing again."

"The old woman doesn't miss the smell of shit and piss there at all. It's your turn now, my Willas."

Madam Olenna took a sip of her tea, paused for a moment, and suddenly sighed: "I am old, and I no longer have enough energy to 'compete' with my stupid son..."

As she spoke, her tone changed and she said angrily: "He is an arrogant and greedy pig."

After a pause, she changed her tone again and said kindly: "Villas, as the heir to Highgarden, you need to learn how to get along with them as soon as possible. I mean the extremely smart regent and your extremely stupid father, the Duke of Highgarden."

Willas was silent for a while before he spoke: "Grandma, to be honest, I may not be able to do better than Margaret. Sometimes father will... be very persistent in his choices."

His eyes were sincere: "Only you can make father..."

Lady Olenna waved her hands irritably and interrupted, "They say old people like to reminisce about the good old days, but the more I think about it, the angrier I get. I've also experienced the pain of insomnia, which was caused by my stupid son."

Then, she signaled the waiters and maids in the room to leave. When only the two of them were left in the room, she slowly spoke: "Willas, Margaery wrote to tell me that the regent suspected that Tyrell was the real murderer of Cersei's death." Lady Olenna put down her teacup, "To be precise... Green thinks I am an old woman full of conspiracy and intrigue."

Willas stared at his grandmother for a long time, frowned and said, "What is Green Crabbe's intention? And how did Margaret know? This kind of... groundless speculation is a secret."

Lady Olenna showed a satisfied look in her eyes: "Villas, don't underestimate your sister, and don't underestimate Green's cunning. He may be telling us that he doesn't welcome an old woman like me. That's why I hope you can go to King's Landing."

After a pause, Willas nodded thoughtfully: "I understand. It seems that Regent Green does not want anyone to shatter his father's beautiful dream."

"No, Willas, my wise grandson, you do not need to rush to wake up the Duke of Highgarden who is unwilling to wake up."

Lady Olenna's deep gaze shifted over: "The Regent wants peace and tranquility, and this cannot be achieved without Rose Bread. The wheat in the fields will grow again. He has something to ask for, and that is the key, but we cannot continue to do selfless charity."

She drummed her dry fingers on the armrest. "Your father can continue to be generous, and he deserves fair 'reward' for his service. That is what you will do, Willas Tyrell."

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"Hahaha……"

In a luxurious tavern at the Dragonstone Pier, the hearty laughter of the Duke of Mace echoed.

(End of this chapter)