"But how could anyone from House Baratheon ride a dragon?" Margaery asked in puzzlement.
"Baratheon was a bastard of the Dragon King, so their blood is now the closest to dragonblood. That flatterer of a High Septon says Little The Smith is the darling of the Seven. Perhaps he could show us a few miracles."
"Your brother Garlan is already married, while Loras is devoted to knighthood and has no interest in women. My hopes now rest solely on your brother Willas and my sweet girl," Lady Olenna said.
"Thank you for taking such trouble, Grandmother."
"It is not all that much trouble, but we must find a suitable marriage partner. Those ancient royal houses would be best. Why have I not found your brother a match in the Reach? Because we already have enough marriage ties there. I am considering a marriage beyond our borders for Willas, but that is exceedingly difficult. As for you, my thinking is much the same."
Margaery thought for a moment. "There really are not many who can match our standing and are of a suitable age."
"Renly was originally one option, but he is a fool. The Arryn boy is too young, and the North is bitterly cold. There is no particularly suitable match in the highest circles."
Listening to her grandmother's analysis, Margaery knew she had passed over the best candidate, but Gendry did, after all, have Daenerys.
"I originally intended to send you to King's Landing, have you enter Daenerys's circle and build a good relationship with the future queen. If a suitable young man of distinction appeared in the Seven Kingdoms, I would arrange things for you," Olenna said. "But if dragons appear again, the situation will become even more complicated. A royal house with two territories and dragonriders will