Cage

Inside the hall, everyone stood gathered around Mace Tyrell at the center.

Mace Tyrell wore splendid dark green attire, the Golden Rose sigil on his left breast gleaming brightly in the candlelight.

To his right, Count Mathis wore a solemn expression, his deep gaze quietly surveying everything around him.

To his left, Count Davos tried to maintain a proper smile, but after so long, the corners of his mouth had already stiffened slightly.

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Lord Mace raised a hand and lightly stroked his neatly trimmed beard. His gaze slowly swept over the crowd as he said with deep feeling, "Dragonstone's prosperity today could not have happened without the contributions of everyone present!"

Ever since the Crabb Trading Company began mining dragonglass deposits, the desolate Dragonstone had drawn an ever-growing population, and merchant activity had become increasingly lively.

"Lord Hand, Dragonstone's prosperity is thanks to the support of you and the merchants of The Reach!"

"Kind and generous Lord Hand, please allow me to offer you my respects!"

"Honored Lord Tyrell, the cloth from The Reach is extremely popular here!"

The lords, landed knights, and merchants of Dragonstone surrounding them expressed their gratitude while all speaking up to flatter the former Hand of the King.

For a time, praise rose and fell throughout the hall, weaving into a joyful melody as the atmosphere became ever more cheerful and lively.

Listening to their flattery, Lord Mace's smile widened. He raised his wine cup high and called out, "To Targaryen!"

"To Targaryen!"

"To Tyrell!"

"To Lord Hand!"

The resounding voices echoed through the hall. Everyone responded, raising their cups and drinking together, pushing the banquet's atmosphere to its height.

Outside the tavern, heavy clouds hung oppressively low,