He murmured softly, "Attacking there isn't suitable."
Duke Mace's gaze shifted, and his stout finger pointed to the location of Storms End. He still intended to prove his art of war to his vassals and the entire Seven Kingdoms there.
And incidentally… to make up for the regrets of more than a decade ago.
Also… Duke Mace stroked his beard… if luck was on his side, his second son might become the Duke of Storms End.
Two Dukes… plus a Queen… who would dare question the nobility of House Tyrell then?!
After contemplating a wonderful future, Duke Mace quickly frowned. He was pondering… how to get Garlan of House Tyrell into the position of Duke of Storms End.
Hmm… the King's side… Lannister would definitely object… Hmm… Hmm… Duke Mace couldn't think of a good idea for a moment, so he decisively decided… to discuss his good ideas with Lady Olenna.
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"Father."
"Oh, our Queen Margaery, your beauty makes this place shine."
Margaery Tyrell, dressed in a blue, sleeveless gown, curtsied gently to her father.
"Come here, my Margaery."
Duke Mace smiled broadly: "Have you seen Lady Olenna yet?"
Duke Mace and Margaery arrived at Highgarden yesterday evening. He was eager for advice, but his mother, Lady Olenna, showed no welcome for her son's sudden "visit," and then… Duke of Highgarden happily went to rest first.
Margaery's voice was clear and pleasant: "Grandmother is having breakfast. We can wait for her here, Father."
Duke Mace's hand, stroking his beard, paused. He confirmed, "Ahem, Lady Olenna didn't say I couldn't see her, did she?"
Margaery smiled, pursing her lips, and shook her head slightly.
Duke Mace laughed heartily and said, "That's good. We need to arrange things quickly."
After a pause, he added, "There only needs to be one Queen in Maegors Holdfast…"
He looked at his daughter, who was about to become Queen of the Seven Kingdoms: "The eternal light of Highgarden."
Margaery's eyes reddened with emotion. She linked her arm through her father's sturdy one and leaned gently.
Feeling his daughter's affection, Duke Mace said spiritedly, "My Margaery, don't worry. If Lannister doesn't cooperate well, I will take Riverrun and cut off the Westerlands and the Red Keep."
Margaery's brown eyes moved slightly. She glanced at the letter on the table and said, "Father, are you planning to agree to Count Glynn's proposal to attack Riverrun together?"
Duke Mace's smile stiffened slightly. He shook his head and said, "It's not time yet, at least not a good time now."
He pointed to the Riverlands on the map: "We have already helped Duke Tywin defend King's Landing. This is Lannister's battlefield, so Tyrell's army doesn't need to enter the Riverlands unless they actively request our support."
After a pause, Duke Inflatable Fish shook his head and sighed, "Duke Tywin is old now. Lannister's Westerlands have been almost swept by a small Direwolf. If it weren't for our army, I don't think Tywin Lannister could even keep his grandson's Iron Throne."
Ever since the news of Stannis's defeat arrived, Margaery noticed that her father's state was a little off… there was a feeling of being overly happy.
Normally, Margaery would have said at this point… It's a pity there's no Duke Mace Tyrell in the Westerlands… Father loved to hear such praise. She had known for a long time… Father really wanted to surpass Duke Tywin and become the First Duke of the Seven Kingdoms.
Margaery deliberately restrained her praise. This subtle change in her father made her feel a certain worry, but she hadn't yet found the specific reason.
Moreover, she was also hesitant in her heart… whether this vague worry should be told to her grandmother.
Margaery's beautiful eyes trembled slightly. If her grandmother could notice it herself… that would be best.
… … … …
Little Rose naturally changed the subject with her curiosity: "Father, why would Count Glynn make this proposal, or rather… why would he set his sights on Riverrun?"
Her large eyes were filled with confusion: "I imagine the Eyrie isn't peaceful. Does he still have the strength?"
After hearing Margaery's words, Duke Mace couldn't help but pause. This… he really hadn't thought about it carefully.
Duke Mace's cheeks puffed out. He furrowed his brow in thought, then paused and said, "Glynn's purpose might not be to go to war with us…"
He withdrew his gaze from the map: "Could he have guessed House Tyrell's next move? Is that possible?"
Margaery blinked and asked, "Father, why do you have such a guess?"
Duke Mace stroked his beard with a hint of pride, saying, "If Cersei Lannister leaves the Red Keep, no matter how many military achievements Glynn makes, his family will still be excluded from the center of the Seven Kingdoms, just like…"
Just like his House Tyrell, because of that great war sixteen years ago, they have been unable to enter the heart of the Kingdom ever since.
Duke Mace felt there was no need to speak of past pain.
After a pause, he continued, "How can the loyalty of a knight surpass the interests of his family?"
Finally, he confirmed: "Glynn should be doing this for you, my Margaery."
Margaery's small face still held a hint of confusion, but in her heart… Yes, in the past, when her father encountered important matters, he would not express a clear attitude; it was almost always her grandmother who "helped" him behind the scenes.
Even for routine "analyses" like this, her father would not easily confirm his own views, except for his art of war.
Recently, her father had become increasingly confident, and she had to admit… such a Duke of Highgarden had always been Golden Rose's expectation, but… this made her feel some inexplicable unease.
… … … …
Duke Mace looked up at the sky and said, "Margaery, it's almost time. Let's go."
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