Why so resolute? Facing the seemingly ultimatum-like words of the grandmother, the younger generations of House Tyrell and House Redwyne were all stunned, looking at each other, unsure of what to do.
“Haven’t I taught you that decisiveness is important when facing major events?” Olenna faced the children who dared not make a decision, feeling a bit angry at their lack of ambition. Was making a choice really that difficult?
“Mother, decisiveness is important, but when facing major events that concern fate, prudence is equally important. We want to know, why do you have such thoughts? And perhaps, you can tell me, what can we gain by doing this? What necessity do we have to take such a risk?” Paxter's freckles danced on his face as he raised a series of questions.
“You don’t need to take such a risk, it’s just that I want to take a risk.” Olenna gave her orange-haired nephew the most direct response, and after a slight pause, added: “If my adventure succeeds, it will allow our family to possess the power to rule this land.”
“What if we don’t participate?” Paxter asked again. He understood the meaning in Olenna’s words, which was essentially to bet everything on Margaery, but the question was, would it be House Tyrell or House Redwyne who gained the power? House Redwyne had no need to take such a risk.
“If you don’t participate, then you don’t participate. I will do my best to ensure your power and freedom.” Olenna assured Paxter.
“Then we won’t participate.” Paxter gave a decisive reply.
“What about you?” Olenna, facing her nephew and son-in-law who decisively withdrew, wasn’t too surprised, and turned to look at Willas and the others beside him.
“Grandmother, what do you need us to do?” Willas did not answer directly.
“Follow me to King’s Landing. From today onwards, we will go to the Red Keep and share power with the Baratheons. You three brothers will lead the knights who follow us to join the King’s army and learn new command techniques. Our territory will also be directly handed over to the King, to be managed by officials dispatched by the King.” Olenna stated her plan.
Hearing the Queen of Thorns’ words, Garlan and Loras hesitated, casting their gazes at their elder brother Willas.
“All of this for the Tyrells!” Willas didn’t look at his two brothers, directly bowing in agreement.
“Growing Strong.” Olenna responded to her eldest grandson with the Tyrell family motto, then looked at her nephew and son-in-law, Paxter Redwyne, and said:
“You don’t need to worry. Even if you don’t participate in this action, you can still exist as our pillar in the outside world. We will guarantee your interests.”
“House Redwyne will always be with House Tyrell.” Paxter understood his aunt’s intention in assuring him, and also pledged the loyalty of House Redwyne.
When Leonor learned in the Red Keep that Olenna had returned, and had even brought Garlan and Loras with her, he knew that House Tyrell was serious. However, he had already made his plans. No matter what conspiracy House Tyrell brought, he would accept it all. Now, the most important thing was to gather all the forces that could be gathered.
With the set goal in mind, Leonor concentrated and began corresponding negotiations with House Tyrell.
As the negotiations entered the formal process, time came to the 11th month of the 305th year of Aegon's Conquest. On this day, with a crisp cry of a baby, Leonor welcomed his first official male heir.
“Let’s call him 'Leonor'! He will be the second king named 'Leonor Baratheon', the sole and legitimate heir to my kingdom.” Leonor named the new child, making him the third in the family and the second king named “Leonor Baratheon,” designated as the crown prince.
With the birth of the true crown prince, the Red Keep was filled with joy, except for Nymelia.
“My poor child…” Nymelia held Baelor, who was already three years old, with tears streaming down her face. Margaery had given birth to a boy, and House Tyrell was about to hand over the Reach. Her Baelor had lost his only advantage.
“Nym…” Oberyn looked at his daughter, who was holding her grandson and weeping, feeling a bit distressed.
“…” Nymelia looked up at her father, not saying anything, and directly turned around with the silent Baelor in her arms, turning her back to her father.
“Nym, you don’t need to be like this. Leonor is not a…” Oberyn tried to comfort Nymelia.
“I don’t want to listen.” Nymelia interrupted her father Oberyn’s consolation. In the past, she never asked for anything from House Martell, but now she was filled with resentment towards House Martell and her father Oberyn, resenting the gap between House Martell and House Tyrell, and resenting her father Oberyn’s promiscuity.
“Mama…” Little Baelor was held in his mother’s arms, looking up at his constantly weeping mother, reaching out to touch her face, wiping away the tears.
“My darling, Mama is here.” Nymelia looked down at the child with his big, twinkling eyes, and the thousands of resentments in her heart turned into love, holding him tightly in her arms.
“Don’t worry, I will definitely make you the heir to the Iron Throne, I promise.” Nymelia promised the ignorant Baelor.
“Nym, you shouldn’t be like this.” Oberyn couldn’t help but say when he heard Nymelia’s words. Why let little Baelor join such a cruel struggle?
“Then what do you want me to do?” When Nymelia looked up at her father, she no longer had the admiration of the past, but more indifference. “I will definitely give Baelor the best, and not be afraid like you…”
“Afraid?” Oberyn was slightly stunned when he heard Nymelia’s description, then understood that Nymelia was resenting him for not supporting her like House Tyrell supported Margaery. But, but she was ultimately a bastard, and only a lover.
“Isn’t it?” Nymelia asked back, “If you could support me like House Tyrell, then Baelor at least wouldn’t have to be a bastard like me.”
“Even so, you shouldn’t let him compete for the Iron Throne.” Oberyn couldn’t refute it. He indeed couldn’t fully support Nymelia like House Tyrell, but there was no need to let Baelor enter the cruel Iron Throne competition.
“Does he have a choice? He is born with the blood of a king, this is a battle he cannot avoid. I will not tolerate him being as pitiful as I am in the days to come.” Nymelia said decisively.
“I…” Oberyn, facing his determined daughter, only had regret left in his heart.
“Haven’t I taught you that decisiveness is important when facing major events?” Olenna faced the children who dared not make a decision, feeling a bit angry at their lack of ambition. Was making a choice really that difficult?
“Mother, decisiveness is important, but when facing major events that concern fate, prudence is equally important. We want to know, why do you have such thoughts? And perhaps, you can tell me, what can we gain by doing this? What necessity do we have to take such a risk?” Paxter's freckles danced on his face as he raised a series of questions.
“You don’t need to take such a risk, it’s just that I want to take a risk.” Olenna gave her orange-haired nephew the most direct response, and after a slight pause, added: “If my adventure succeeds, it will allow our family to possess the power to rule this land.”
“What if we don’t participate?” Paxter asked again. He understood the meaning in Olenna’s words, which was essentially to bet everything on Margaery, but the question was, would it be House Tyrell or House Redwyne who gained the power? House Redwyne had no need to take such a risk.
“If you don’t participate, then you don’t participate. I will do my best to ensure your power and freedom.” Olenna assured Paxter.
“Then we won’t participate.” Paxter gave a decisive reply.
“What about you?” Olenna, facing her nephew and son-in-law who decisively withdrew, wasn’t too surprised, and turned to look at Willas and the others beside him.
“Grandmother, what do you need us to do?” Willas did not answer directly.
“Follow me to King’s Landing. From today onwards, we will go to the Red Keep and share power with the Baratheons. You three brothers will lead the knights who follow us to join the King’s army and learn new command techniques. Our territory will also be directly handed over to the King, to be managed by officials dispatched by the King.” Olenna stated her plan.
Hearing the Queen of Thorns’ words, Garlan and Loras hesitated, casting their gazes at their elder brother Willas.
“All of this for the Tyrells!” Willas didn’t look at his two brothers, directly bowing in agreement.
“Growing Strong.” Olenna responded to her eldest grandson with the Tyrell family motto, then looked at her nephew and son-in-law, Paxter Redwyne, and said:
“You don’t need to worry. Even if you don’t participate in this action, you can still exist as our pillar in the outside world. We will guarantee your interests.”
“House Redwyne will always be with House Tyrell.” Paxter understood his aunt’s intention in assuring him, and also pledged the loyalty of House Redwyne.
When Leonor learned in the Red Keep that Olenna had returned, and had even brought Garlan and Loras with her, he knew that House Tyrell was serious. However, he had already made his plans. No matter what conspiracy House Tyrell brought, he would accept it all. Now, the most important thing was to gather all the forces that could be gathered.
With the set goal in mind, Leonor concentrated and began corresponding negotiations with House Tyrell.
As the negotiations entered the formal process, time came to the 11th month of the 305th year of Aegon's Conquest. On this day, with a crisp cry of a baby, Leonor welcomed his first official male heir.
“Let’s call him 'Leonor'! He will be the second king named 'Leonor Baratheon', the sole and legitimate heir to my kingdom.” Leonor named the new child, making him the third in the family and the second king named “Leonor Baratheon,” designated as the crown prince.
With the birth of the true crown prince, the Red Keep was filled with joy, except for Nymelia.
“My poor child…” Nymelia held Baelor, who was already three years old, with tears streaming down her face. Margaery had given birth to a boy, and House Tyrell was about to hand over the Reach. Her Baelor had lost his only advantage.
“Nym…” Oberyn looked at his daughter, who was holding her grandson and weeping, feeling a bit distressed.
“…” Nymelia looked up at her father, not saying anything, and directly turned around with the silent Baelor in her arms, turning her back to her father.
“Nym, you don’t need to be like this. Leonor is not a…” Oberyn tried to comfort Nymelia.
“I don’t want to listen.” Nymelia interrupted her father Oberyn’s consolation. In the past, she never asked for anything from House Martell, but now she was filled with resentment towards House Martell and her father Oberyn, resenting the gap between House Martell and House Tyrell, and resenting her father Oberyn’s promiscuity.
“Mama…” Little Baelor was held in his mother’s arms, looking up at his constantly weeping mother, reaching out to touch her face, wiping away the tears.
“My darling, Mama is here.” Nymelia looked down at the child with his big, twinkling eyes, and the thousands of resentments in her heart turned into love, holding him tightly in her arms.
“Don’t worry, I will definitely make you the heir to the Iron Throne, I promise.” Nymelia promised the ignorant Baelor.
“Nym, you shouldn’t be like this.” Oberyn couldn’t help but say when he heard Nymelia’s words. Why let little Baelor join such a cruel struggle?
“Then what do you want me to do?” When Nymelia looked up at her father, she no longer had the admiration of the past, but more indifference. “I will definitely give Baelor the best, and not be afraid like you…”
“Afraid?” Oberyn was slightly stunned when he heard Nymelia’s description, then understood that Nymelia was resenting him for not supporting her like House Tyrell supported Margaery. But, but she was ultimately a bastard, and only a lover.
“Isn’t it?” Nymelia asked back, “If you could support me like House Tyrell, then Baelor at least wouldn’t have to be a bastard like me.”
“Even so, you shouldn’t let him compete for the Iron Throne.” Oberyn couldn’t refute it. He indeed couldn’t fully support Nymelia like House Tyrell, but there was no need to let Baelor enter the cruel Iron Throne competition.
“Does he have a choice? He is born with the blood of a king, this is a battle he cannot avoid. I will not tolerate him being as pitiful as I am in the days to come.” Nymelia said decisively.
“I…” Oberyn, facing his determined daughter, only had regret left in his heart.
