Endless Vitality

"Mmm..." After pondering for quite a while, Mace Tyrell nodded slightly and chose to keep listening.

Seeing this, Little Rose finally spoke softly. "His Majesty Gryn is not a foolish ruler like Robert. He understands very well that a new king ought to be both exceptionally wise and exceptionally benevolent."

The roses outside the small hall's windows swayed gently in the breeze. Mace withdrew his gaze and suddenly said, "My daughter, you mean... His Majesty does not wish to have Stark blood on his own hands?"

Margaery smiled and nodded. "Yes. Although our king is somewhat... severe, we must admit that he is indeed generous enough toward his own people."

At those words, Hand Mace's expression became somewhat complicated. He murmured, "He has been too merciful toward the former retainers of Dragon House."

Margaery gave a soft laugh and raised the teacup patterned with golden roses in her hand toward her father. "Though they are all former retainers of Dragon House, who among them can compare to you?"

Hand Mace was momentarily stunned before bursting into hearty laughter, unable to conceal his pride. "Whenever we speak of our first meeting at Highgarden, Gryn often says it was an arrangement of The Gods. He was so dazzling. Later, I would occasionally sigh over how wonderful it would have been if he were my child!"

Stroking his beard, he looked both proud and gratified. "Still, the fact that he was able to sit the Iron Throne is not a bad outcome either!"

Was everything truly an arrangement of The Gods? Margaery's thoughts drifted slightly.

Yet when her father mentioned the Iron Throne, her eyes suddenly trembled, and she gently set down her teacup.

After a pause, her fingers curled slightly, and the most impeccable smile of a noble lady appeared on her