Having deduced the correct "guidance" no one cared about the exact content of the dream anymore. Daenerys, satisfied with the answer, smiled sweetly.
Then, she touched her lower abdomen, but secretly sighed.
None of Daenerys's reactions escaped Sulana's eyes, who was diligently observing her.
After a pause, Sulana said softly, "Your Royal Highness, please forgive my presumption, but before Duke Green left Eyrie, he instructed me to advise you at an appropriate time... not to worry about conceiving a child. He said... a child is the crystallization of love, and the anticipation itself is your sweet happiness with him."
After repeating her Lord's exact words, Lady Surana secretly sighed with relief. In truth, she occasionally wondered how the simple House Crabb had come to have a Lord with such a sweet tongue.
Looking at her future Lady, who was already immersed in sweetness, she paused and unconsciously smiled again.
"May the new and old gods bless you."
Knock, knock, knock.
A knock sounded, and Daenerys Targaryen put away her smile, sat up straight, and nodded gently to Sulana.
Receiving a response, Ser Barristan pushed the door open, "Your Royal Highness, Ser Reina, Guardian of Moon Gate Castle, requests an audience."
Then, the seated Daenerys saw "a pile" of silver hair enter the Prime Ministers study, and her beautiful eyes couldn't help but tremble.
After the greetings were complete, Ser Reina stepped forward and re-introduced, "Your Royal Highness, these are the silver-haired warriors carefully selected by Steward Herschel from Crab Claw Peninsula, as per Duke Green's instructions. They are as keen as the Hound, as fierce as a leopard, and each one can fight ten (she almost habitually said Valemen)... ten enemies."
After a pause, she continued, "In times of need, should you encounter unexpected danger, they will disguise themselves as you to draw away the enemies, ensuring your safety. Please believe that those standing before you are the most loyal warriors of House Crabb."
Daenerys's violet eyes slowly swept over the silver-haired Royal Guard present. Her chest gently rose and fell. Duke Green was always so thoughtful. At this moment... the True Dragon really wanted to ride him. Though it would be tiring, she was willing.
Pulling her slightly wandering thoughts back, she rose from her chair.
As she walked past the Royal Guard, each silver-haired female warrior, when her gaze met theirs, would tradition of Crab Claw Peninsula, strike their chest plate with a "thump" of their fist, to show their loyalty.
"My Royal Guard."
Stopping, Daenerys's gaze swept over them again, then she continued, "Welcome, and thank you for your loyalty. I, a princess who once wandered outside, the fiancée of Duke Green Crabb, I entrust my safety to you, and I bestow my trust upon you, and promise to treat your loyalty well."
Everyone puffed out their chests in unison, "Long live Her Royal Highness!"
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Jaime, guess why Cersei trusts Ser Osney...
Golden hair and black hair intertwined...
The main "guests" of the Red Keep's grand bathhouse were the Gold Cloaks, the King's Guard, and the Hand's private guards.
Ser Jaime rarely came here, but he came today.
"Lord Jaime."
When Jaime, wrapped only in a white bath towel around his waist, appeared, the King's Guard who saw him greeted him one after another.
Entering the bath, his body submerged in the hot water, Ser Jaime let out a long sigh of relief.
He looked around, then paused. Ser Jaime suddenly laughed mockingly. He didn't know why he was here. He just heard the news that Ser Osney came here to bathe every night, and he unconsciously found himself here.
Guess why Cersei trusts Osney...
Golden hair and black hair intertwined...
Recalling the often gloomy-faced Osney... He was truly laughable. How could Cersei be interested in such a fellow!
Ser Jaime smiled bitterly. Tyrion had good reason to hate him; he was an accomplice in his brother losing his former wife. He should understand his brother.
Then, he closed his eyes in pain. Father... would he really sentence Tyrion to death?
Perhaps he already knew the answer... When Duke Green told him about the dungeon secret passage, only he knew how relieved he was at that moment.
But he still didn't want to believe that his father would truly execute his brother.
He would wait until the last day. If the truth was indeed so cruel, he must let Tyrion go; he owed his brother.
If the Dornish anger could not be appeased, then let some fellows take his head; he awaited them!
More preparations were needed in the dungeon... And preparations for the Riverlands campaign could not be delayed. He had no time to waste on this boring game of suspicion now.
"Hey, Ser Jaime, I didn't expect to see you here. It's truly an honor."
Just as Jaime was about to leave, Ser Osney's voice reached his ears.
Opening his eyes, Ser Jaime saw Osney, holding a bath towel, with dark and thick chest hair.
Ser Osney grinned at Jaime, who was staring at him, and also entered the bath.
Jaime saw the even denser black hair between this man's legs.
The scene of Osney pressing down on Cersei suddenly flashed in his mind.
Golden hair and black hair intertwined... drenched in sweat.
With each thrust, Osney's long, narrow face would suddenly contract.
Jaime was struck by a sudden wave of nausea and couldn't help but lower his head.
He seemed to hear Cersei's moans of pleasure.
Immediately after, Jaime's throat tightened, and he vomited his dinner.
"Ser Jaime, what's wrong?"
"Are you drunk?"
"Lord Jaime, are you alright?"
"Lord Lannister..."
Jaime, bent over, waved his hand, his voice hoarse, "Sorry, I'll have someone clean it up."
...Golden hair and black hair intertwined...
Is that the answer?
Wiping the mess from his mouth with the back of his hand, Jaime climbed out of the bath and left the grand bathhouse without looking back.
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At the same time.
Candlelight flickered in the Prime Ministers study. Duke Green, Duke Tywin, and Lord Mace stood gravely around a table covered with a map of the Seven Kingdoms.
Duke Tywin's voice broke the silence, "I hope to quell the kingdom's unrest as soon as possible."
Lord Mace's eyes moved, and he stroked his beard, saying, "Who will be the future Duke of Storms End?"
Duke Tywin's golden-green eyes flickered slightly, and he said, "Stannis left fewer than five hundred soldiers in Storms End, guarded by Ser Gilbert Farring."
Gilbert Farring was a knight from House Farring in the Crownlands. He was currently the acting Lord of Storms End, and his son, Brylan Farring, was Stannis's squire.
He continued, "So, it won't be difficult for you to break through that castle. Lord Mace, your daughter and King Joffrey will not have only one child."
Lord Mace nodded slightly, his hand pausing on his beard, and he suddenly asked, "What about during this time?"
Duke Tywin stared at the map for a while and said, "Ser Garlan Tyrell will serve as the acting Lord of Storms End."
He turned his head to look at Lord Mace, whose face showed a clear smile, "But... House Tyrell needs to support the reconstruction of the Royal Fleet."
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