"Tyland, why don't you sign this contract instead?"
Jason Lannister was still making one last desperate attempt to wriggle out of it, so he tried to drag his younger brother in to take the fall.
But Tyland Lannister was no fool. Although Jason's words made him flinch inwardly, he still said calmly,
"Does that mean you intend to give up your position as heir to Triumphal City, Brother? I imagine the person they truly want is the heir to House Lannister!"
At Tyland's words, Jason immediately fell silent.
The earls of the Westerlands who had tricked the brothers into coming to Golden Tooth also hurried to persuade him,
"Young Master Jason, think about it. The Vale is Queen Aemma's homeland, and the North, the Riverlands, and the Reach have now attached themselves to Princess Danyla. The Stormlands already has the House Targaryen Bloodline, while Dorne remains apart. Only our Westerlands has distant ties to the royal house."
"If we don't make plans early, any future change to the Iron Throne will put our Westerlands at a severe disadvantage. Was the lesson of House Hightower not harsh enough?"
"Exactly! Once you sign the marriage agreement, whether my House Baratheon or House Velaryon takes the Iron Throne, you will be the new royal house's closest relatives."
The foolish Borros exposed his ambitions before everyone just like that, drawing sidelong looks from all around. Laena's and Laenor's expressions darkened at once. They were still too young to conceal their emotions.
"Aegon united the Seven Kingdoms with the Three-Headed Great Dragon. Aside from Vhagar, the only dragons in the royal house with any real fighting strength now are Vermithor and Cannibal. But one is asleep on Dragonmont, and the other is bound on the beach of Holy Flame Island. Neither can join the fight."