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Myrcella's Wedding Room.
Saying she would make Robert pay wasn't just a crazy remark made on impulse by Myrcella to Cersei.
That was her oath.
In a world without Lynn, even if the Seven Kingdoms were turned upside down, what did it matter?
Whoever wanted her Lynn dead, she would make them die first!
Robert Baratheon... her nominal father, was no exception!
Myrcella stood up abruptly.
She knew hatred alone was useless.
Revenge required power, money, and meticulous planning.
She remembered her mother Cersei's words.
"War isn't just fought with lives, but with gold dragons."
Gold dragons...
In the entire Seven Kingdoms, who had the most gold dragons?
Her grandfather Tywin Lannister had money, but he wasn't in King's Landing; distant water couldn't quench imminent thirst.
Besides him, there was only that woman.
Sansa Stark.
The Master of Coin of the Seven Kingdoms!
Myrcella's nails almost dug deep into her palms.
She knew going to that woman was tantamount to asking for humiliation.
She would see the smug ridicule on Sansa's face, hear the most caustic sarcasm.
But so what?
For Lynn, not to mention mere humiliation, even if asked to kneel and lick the tip of Sansa's shoe, she would do it willingly!
Myrcella opened the door, no hesitation left on that beautiful face.
...
Tower of the Hand, Master of Coin's Office.
Although Sansa lived here, there was no trace of a woman's touch, only piles of parchment scrolls and the smell of ink and old paper permeating the air.
Sansa Stark sat behind that huge oak desk.
She was intently reviewing a tax report from the Reach.
She wore a simple grey dress, red hair simply pinned back.
In those beautiful blue eyes, there were no maidenly dreams, only a calmness and sharpness belonging to a person in power.
When the maid announced "Lady Lynn" was visiting, Sansa didn't even look up.
She let Myrcella stand at the door for a full quarter of an hour.
Until she finished checking the last number on the report and signed her name with a quill, she slowly raised her head, casting her gaze on the figure in a moon-white dress at the door.
"Lady Lynn."
Sansa's voice was like the winter snow of Winterfell, deadly cold.
"Newlywed, not staying properly in your wedding room, running to my place full of the stench of copper, what do you want?"
"To show off to me how brave your husband was last night?"
"Or do you want to tell me how much Lynn loves you in bed?"
Myrcella's body stiffened almost imperceptibly.
She ignored Sansa's sarcasm, walking straight to the desk.
"I need money."
Myrcella got straight to the point, her voice terrifyingly calm.
"A lot of money."
Sansa seemed to hear some huge joke.
She leaned back in her chair, letting out a chuckle.
That laugh was full of undisguised mockery and irony.
"Money?"
"Noble Princess, oh no, Lady Lynn."
"Now actually needs to ask me, a country girl from the North, for money?"
Sansa stood up.
She walked around the desk, slowly approaching Myrcella.
She was slightly taller than Myrcella, looking down at her.
"How much do you want?"
"Ten gold dragons? Or a hundred?"
"It doesn't matter; for Lynn's sake, I can give you some pocket money."
Sansa reached out a finger, gently lifting Myrcella's chin, forcing her to look at herself.
"Or did your noble mother not teach you what posture to use when begging?"
Myrcella's cheeks flushed red.
She gritted her teeth hard to stop herself from exploding on the spot.
"I want you to use the money in the treasury."
Myrcella said word by word.
"To buy weapons, armor, grain, everything Lynn needs!"
The smile on Sansa's face vanished instantly.
She let go, her blue eyes shooting cold rays.
"By what right?"
"Why should I help you?"
"Because you are his wife?"
"Because of that shameless kiss in the sept?"
Sansa leaned close to Myrcella's ear, her voice dropping extremely low.
"Don't be naive, my Princess."
"Do you think a kiss can tie him to your side forever?"
"What a man needs isn't just those tricks in bed."
"He needs power to help him secure his realm, gold dragons to fill his armory!"
"And these..."
Sansa straightened up.
"You can't give."
"I, can."
Myrcella's body trembled violently.
Every sentence of Sansa's stabbed precisely at her most painful spot.
Yes, she could give Lynn nothing.
Except for a title of princess, except for this reasonably beautiful body, she had nothing.
And Sansa, she controlled the purse of this kingdom; she could give Lynn the most practical help.
Looking at Myrcella's instantly pale face, Sansa felt not a shred of pleasure from revenge.
She just felt more irritable.
She thought Myrcella would scream, cry, get angry, or slap her directly to vent.
But she didn't.
Did nothing.
She just stood there, obediently enduring all her malice.
"As long as it helps Lynn."
Myrcella finally spoke again.
"I'll do whatever you ask."
"Even kneeling to you is fine."
Sansa was stunned.
She looked at Myrcella before her.
This girl she once regarded as a rival, as a spoiled fool.
At this moment, she suddenly felt they were so alike.
For that man, they could both abandon everything.
Dignity, pride, even life.
"Do you think I don't want to help him?"
Sansa's voice carried an uncontrollable tremor.
"Do you think sitting here, facing these boring ledgers day and night, makes me feel good?"
"Do you think watching him be driven to a dead end by that fool Robert, I can remain indifferent?"
Sansa turned abruptly, her back to Myrcella.
She didn't want her to see the fragility in her eyes at this moment.
"Everything I do is for him!"
"I hold the finances, I count the treasury every day, trying to find loopholes of embezzlement, just to save every penny for him!"
"I'm not unwilling to help you."
"As long as it's for Lynn, I can."
"I'm just... I'm just indignant!"
"Indignant that you got him so easily!"
"Indignant that you could become his wife under everyone's witness!"
"And I, can only stand there like an outsider, calculating expenses for your wedding!"
"By what right!"
"Clearly I fell in love with Lynn first!"
The room fell into a long silence.
Only the equally rapid breathing of the two women.
After an unknown amount of time.
Myrcella slowly walked behind Sansa.
"I apologize for my previous words and actions."
Sansa's body stiffened abruptly.
"But now, saying these things is meaningless."
Myrcella's voice returned to calmness.
"Robert must die."
Myrcella's calm tone spoke words enough to shake all of Westeros.
Sansa turned slowly.
She looked at Myrcella's burning green eyes in shock, wanting to see if Myrcella meant it.
Myrcella's eyes were full of hatred.
Not fake.
Then, Sansa nodded heavily.
"He deserves to die."
Two women who once regarded each other as enemies, at this moment, for the same man, formed the most dangerous and strongest alliance.
"If Robert dies, who succeeds?"
Sansa began to think from the most practical angle.
"Joffrey."
Myrcella answered without hesitation.
"He is the legitimate heir of the Seven Kingdoms."
A mysterious smile appeared on Sansa's face.
"Joffrey?"
"Very good."
"His head is full of a girl named Lyanna now, but that girl... is Lord Lynn's person."
"Joffrey is definitely much easier to control than others."
"Letting him succeed is most beneficial to Lynn."
A flash of surprise appeared in Myrcella's eyes.
She didn't expect Lynn to have placed such a piece long ago.
"Then the real threats are Stannis and Renly."
"Of course, a fool can't sit firmly on this seat."
"Although Lord Renly is popular, behind him is only the wavering House Tyrell; his foundation is unstable."
Sansa analyzed calmly.
"The truly difficult one to deal with is Stannis Baratheon."
"Robert's second brother, Lord of Dragonstone."
"That is a man as cold and hard as iron."
"He is rigid, stubborn, stresses law, values duty, but never knows flexibility."
"He firmly believes the Iron Throne should naturally be his."
"I think we should be able to use this."
Myrcella was somewhat worried.
"He has a Red Priestess named Melisandre under him, believing in some Lord of Light; it is said she can prophesy things invisible to others."
"Will our plan be discovered by her?"
Sansa smiled.
"You don't know this."
"In the North, Lord Lynn can also prophesy; I witnessed Lord Lynn perform miracles with my own eyes."
"Since Lord Lynn didn't find us because we had the thought of killing Robert, it means this matter won't be dangerous."
"If there were danger, he would definitely come to stop it."
"You and I just need to do it boldly!"
Myrcella wasn't clear what ability Lynn actually had.
But at the juncture of life and death, seeing Sansa surprisingly certain, presumably she wouldn't lie to her; Sansa would never joke about Lynn.
"Dealing with a rigid person like Stannis requires a fatal blow."
A trace of Lannister ruthlessness flashed in Myrcella's eyes.
"We cannot let him have a chance to ascend the throne."
"You mean..."
Sansa looked at her.
"Frame him."
Myrcella's smile looked exactly like her mother Cersei's.
"Since we want Robert to die, why not make his death more valuable?"
"We want everyone to believe it was Stannis trying to seize the throne!"
This plan seemed feasible.
Success, Robert dies, they achieve the direct goal.
Failure, acceptable too, provoking internal strife among the Stags.
No loss either way.
Sansa's heart beat wildly uncontrollably.
She looked at Myrcella before her.
For the first time, she felt this Baratheon girl might not be as harmless as she appeared on the surface.
After all, half lion blood flowed in her body.
Sansa had to admire Myrcella.
In her eyes, Myrcella was a Baratheon, and Robert's biological daughter.
Truly too ruthless.
This was enough for Sansa to trust Myrcella.
"How to do it?"
Sansa lowered her voice.