In the original story, after Tywin died, Cersei appointed him Master of Coin to Tommen Baratheon.
At the time, all of King's Landing's food came from Rosby and Stokeworth. King's Landing had a population of half a million, which meant Rosby, at least at present, had to be very wealthy.
Besides, Stokeworth was not far from Rosby. He could settle his army's supply problems here. Surely he could not end up relying on the Reach to provide everything.
After all, he had already taken Margaery. If he let the Reach supply all his army's provisions as well, how was he supposed to deal with her afterward? Viserys did not trust her completely. She was a very ambitious woman.
The only reason he had taken her before was that he had lusted after her beauty.
Once Earl Gyles finally recovered from his shock, he took the lead in kneeling before Viserys. The minor nobles behind him followed suit.
"Your honored Majesty, Viserys." He raised his head, his voice breathless and somewhat shaky, punctuated by bouts of coughing.
"I am Gyles Rosby, Earl of Rosby. I... I am willing to surrender and pledge you my allegiance. I ask only that you spare my family and my castle."
Tyrion had considered him a man "too sickly to flee and too craven to fight." There seemed to be some truth to that assessment. He looked like a gravely ill old man. No wonder Roland had been so eager to prove himself.
Even so, barring any unforeseen mishaps, Gyles could easily live another seven or eight years.
In the original story, he had been forced to face the Baratheon royal family's mountain of debt and endure the furious envoys of the Iron Bank of Braavos hounding him day and night. On top of that, Cersei