"..."
Hearing Lord Roose's mockery, Viscount Willas shook his head helplessly. "Among the Tyrells, neither men nor women are judged by gender, only by their ability and contributions to the family."
Lord Roose's pale eyes fixed on him for a moment. "A special blessing from the gods, making the women of the rose more outstanding than the men?"
Willas was silent a little longer this time before slowly speaking. "My lord, the transaction between Tyrell and Bolton has not yet concluded."
At those words, Lord Roose's eyes shifted slightly. "Viscount, it seems Dreadfort still retains some value in Tyrell's eyes."
As he spoke, his thin lips pressed together. "Forgive me for declining. In my eyes, Highgarden no longer has any value."
"No one likes surprises..."
The elegant expression on Viscount Willas's face remained unchanged. He shrugged and continued, "...Fortunately, amid this chaos, the Reach has still preserved its honor and strength, just as it did seventeen years ago."
"Seventeen years ago?"
Lord Roose sneered again. "Seventeen years later, the stag, lion, and falcon have vanished. The trout barely clings to life. Gryn the First has taken the Vale, the Riverlands, the Westerlands, the Stormlands, and the Crownlands into his grasp. Heh, the Golden Rose truly has preserved its honor."
Willas's handsome face stiffened for an instant, but the smile on it did not diminish in the slightest. "You missed one. The North is more or less... barely clinging to life as well."
Lord Roose clenched his fist and said coldly, "As long as Lord Stark remains, the North's honor will be reforged sooner or later."
His emotionless gaze shifted toward him. "Lord Tyrell, patience is a noble's most precious wisdom for survival."
"Yes, I must admit that."
Meeting Roose's gaze, Viscount Willas gave a slight shrug. "Stannis is dead. Though