iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 575 Endless life
"Hmm..." After pondering for a while, Mace Tyrell nodded slightly and chose to continue listening.

Seeing this, Little Rose spoke softly, "His Majesty Green is not a fool like Robert. He knows very well that the new king should be extremely wise and kind."

The roses outside the window of the small hall swayed gently in the breeze. Mace withdrew his gaze and suddenly said, "My daughter, do you mean... that His Majesty does not want the blood of the Stark family to be stained on his hands?"

Margaret smiled and nodded: "Yes, although our king is a little strict..., we have to admit that he is indeed generous enough to his own people."

Upon hearing this, Prime Minister Meis's expression was slightly complicated, and he murmured: "He is too kind to the old ministers of the Long family."

Margaret chuckled, and in her hand, she gestured to her father with the teacup with a golden rose tattoo on it: "Although we are all old retainers of the Long family, who can compare to you?"

Prime Minister Mace was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. He could hardly hide his pride: "When talking about our first meeting in Highgarden, Green often said it was arranged by the gods. He was so dazzling. Later, I occasionally sighed, how great it would be if he was my child!"

Stroking his beard, he felt proud and relieved: "But it's not bad that he can sit on the Iron Throne!"

Was everything arranged by the gods in heaven? Margaret was distracted for a moment.

When her father mentioned the Iron Throne, her eyes suddenly trembled and she gently put down the teacup.

After a pause, she flexed her fingers and showed the most standard smile of a noble lady on her face: "Father, do you have a plan for the marriage between Tyrell and Crabbe?"

"I'll find a suitable wife for Vilas as soon as possible, er, er."

Prime Minister Mace answered without thinking, and after a pause, he looked at his daughter and sighed, "My Margaery, you have done well enough. The Tyrell family will remember your contribution."

He stretched out his big hand and patted the back of his daughter's hand. "Life will never end, my daughter. The Tyrell family needs a queen's crown."

He sighed again, "Queen Daenerys, like 'Aegon the Conqueror', has entered the Seven Kingdoms with three dragons. The Tyrells must not take any risks. The Gardeners have already informed them of the consequences of doing so."

He paused, as if something suddenly occurred to him, and added: "Her dragons are still just ponies, but they will grow into black deaths sooner or later."

Under the small round table, Margaery clenched her fingers, then she shook her head gently: "Father, please rest assured, it was Tyrell who raised me, and I have never forgotten my responsibilities and obligations."

Hearing this, Prime Minister Mace was delighted: "You are indeed my most beloved child. I am proud of you, my Margaery, the light of the Reach."

"Father~"

Seeing his daughter's shy look, Prime Minister Mace became even happier, and his hearty laughter echoed in the small hall.

Crash---

When the laughter died down, Margery picked up the teapot and poured tea into Prime Minister Mace's cup, and the aroma filled the air.

"Father, do you have any choice for my marriage partner?"

Although his daughter's tone was normal, it still made Prime Minister Mace frown slightly.

She didn't seem to notice the Duke of Highgarden's strange behavior at that moment, and called softly, "Father?"

"Oh? Oh!"

Prime Minister Mace picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then said, "Don't worry, Margaery. I will definitely choose an outstanding man for you who is worthy of the light of Highgarden."

He put down the teacup, paused, and then continued: "At the banquet a few days ago, His Majesty Green talked to me privately about the matter of integrating the Iron Islands into the Seven Kingdoms. At that time..."

As Mace observed his daughter's expression and spoke slowly, Margery suddenly sighed softly.

Her eyes were slightly red: "Father, in order to live up to the expectations of the family, and to play the role of a qualified wife..."

Her face was very haggard: "...I first convinced myself to fall in love with Robert, then Renly, Joffrey, and Tommen. My heart was broken again and again, and I had to mend it again and again. I told myself that I had to be strong, because I am Tyrell, your proud daughter, and I cannot let you down."

A drop of crystal water overflowed from the corner of her eye and slowly slid down her cheek. She looked at her father with watery eyes: "I'm so scared, I seem to have lost the ability to love men, Ming, father."

Prime Minister Metz stood up quickly, not knowing what to do: "This, this, this, this..."

Little Rose's eyes were filled with tears: "You are all I have, father. I just want to stay in the Reach. I am afraid to leave you and my family."

Looking at his weak daughter, the old father felt extremely guilty. "Okay, okay, okay, I promise you, I will choose a man from the Reach to be your husband. I will never let you get hurt. This is the promise of the Supreme Leader of the Reach."

"Thank you, thank you, father."

Mace Tyrell patted his daughter's back gently with his big hand, and the old father's heart was very distressed. No matter how outstanding his daughter was, she was only seventeen years old!
Ugh!
Margaret wiped her face with the back of her hand. She seemed a little uneasy: "Grandma..."

The old father, who felt extremely sorry for his daughter, waved his hand and said, "I am the head of the Tyrell family!"

"Thank you, father. Being born as your daughter is the true gift of the Seven Gods to me."

Prime Minister Mace narrowed his eyes and nodded, as if he finally felt the "pleasure" and burden of being depended on by his daughter... that of a father.

"Villas will arrive in King's Landing soon, but Steward Garth's health is worrying. When you return, I will order you to take charge of the government affairs of the Reach."

[Gars Tyrell is Mace's uncle. When Duke Eddard was Prime Minister, he recommended him to be Chancellor of the Exchequer, Chapter 154]

He patted his daughter and said earnestly, "I will also leave the matter of raising military funds to you. I am looking forward to your performance."

"As you command, Lord Highgarden!"

"Yeah, haha!"

The atmosphere was very warm. The Duke of Metz was in great spirits and took his daughter for a walk in the garden. He really enjoyed the father-daughter relationship at this moment.

Roses of various colors are blooming next to the neatly trimmed hedges.

The warm yellow afterglow dyed the rose garden orange-red. Margaret gently held her father's arm, and the two of them strolled along the cobblestone path.

"Do you think... um... Queen Daenerys would be interested in leading the troops?"

After comforting his daughter, the war artist began to worry about his position as commander-in-chief of the "army to conquer Winterfell".

As they strolled, Margaery shook her head slightly. "As far as I know, the young dragons cannot be separated from the care of the Targaryens. His Majesty Green, who is familiar with the True History, will not allow her to take risks with them."

She looked up at her father. "During the first war to conquer Dorne, the dragon Meraxes, who could swallow a horse in one gulp, was shot through the eye by the Dornish with a crossbow, and died together with Queen Rhaenys."

Upon hearing this, Prime Minister Mace couldn't help but agree: "Yes, Green would not make such a mistake. The growth of the young dragon still requires protection."

Margaret's elk eyes sparkled. She suddenly said, "Perhaps His Majesty Green is waiting for your initiative to recommend yourself."

Prime Minister Mace couldn't help but curl up his lips. He said reservedly, "I am the Prime Minister in front of the King. The Kingdom's political affairs cannot do without me."

With a faint smile, Margaret stopped and suggested to her father, "Perhaps you can invite His Majesty Green to go hunting with you in the Royal Forest. This will help the King and the Prime Minister understand each other's ideas."

Prime Minister Metz frowned and thought: "The king is very busy with affairs, I'm afraid he won't have time to spare in the short term..."

Margaret smiled and said, "In a few days, you might as well hold a hunting party in the name of my farewell party. His Majesty will agree. I have already invited him in advance (Chapter 553)."

Prime Minister Mace's eyes lit up: "Then may I trouble my beautiful daughter to prepare a hunting banquet that will satisfy the king?"

Margery lifted her skirt gracefully and bowed gently: "Please rest assured, father, everything will be as you wish."

(End of this chapter)