He looked up at Margaery, his gaze turning cold as he continued, "Besides, with the Citadel and the Faith of the Seven involved, things certainly won't be that simple. Among those gray-robed maesters at the Citadel, there are always some who think books and experiments can unravel every last secret of dragons."
"And on the surface, they seem to have spent all these years helping House Hightower obtain dragons. But from the information I've received, what they truly want may well be the exact opposite of what House Hightower believes in."
Having finished, Viserys seemed to try to put Oldtown's tangled affairs out of his mind for the moment. Daenerys, nestled in his arms, had kept her face tilted up toward him as she listened to his conversation with Margaery. She seemed to understand only part of it, but did not interrupt.
Viserys fell silent for a moment before speaking again. "But all that can wait for now. The Hightowers won't be riding dragons tomorrow, and those archmaesters in Oldtown still don't have the courage to reach directly beneath my Iron Throne. I also have ways to ensure they never get my dragons. Right now, the North is still our most pressing concern."
At that, he glanced at the horses, which had begun snorting uneasily, and continued, "So Dany and I will stay only one more night at Highgarden. At dawn tomorrow, we'll leave to deal with the Ironborn, then head straight for the Wall. As for the people following us from King's Landing, House Tyrell will have to arrange their accommodations."
Margaery nodded thoughtfully, knowing that Viserys must have something else up his sleeve to remain so calm. "I understand. I'll have supplies prepared tonight, and I'll see that the attendants arriving by ship from King's Landing are properly