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95.65% A Song of Ice and Fire: Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon / Chapter 770: Chapter 770: Acting Master of Coin

Chapter 770: Chapter 770: Acting Master of Coin

"Farewell, Your Highness!"

"The small one will take his leave."

Afterward, the Joffrey-disguised stable boy hurriedly led Daenerys' mount back to his territory.

It was a stable next to the Red Keep.

And the silver-haired girl, watching Joffrey's evasive figure, slightly opened her mouth for a while, speechless. But for some reason, she felt no pleasure in seeing any harm come to the bad guy.

Instead, there was an inexplicable sense of boredom in her heart.

In the end, Daenerys was a kind-hearted girl. She wouldn't hold a grudge against Joffrey for a childhood squabble.

Fate is unpredictable, and the world is ever-changing.

Then Daenerys clenched her fist slightly, and stopped dwelling on this matter.

She turned her gaze to the Maegor's Holdfast in the Red Keep, took a deep breath, recalling the words Missandei told her, lifted her chin, and walked towards that direction.

"Your Majesty."

"Will my brother become the Hand of the King?"

Inside Maegor's Holdfast, Margaery, lazily lying on the bed after a fierce battle, with her eyes as clear as a little doe, looked at Viserys and asked.

Viserys Tyrell, Margaery's brother, had been in King's Landing for a month, finishing his work in Seagard, handling the transition, and spending another month on the road.

Viserys worked diligently, without any flaws in his attitude or abilities.

Now, he was not yet assigned a position in King's Landing. He still lived in the property the Tyrell family bought in King's Landing, residing together with his sister Margaery.

However, there were already rumors in the streets claiming that Viserys would succeed the ailing Westerlands governor, Myles Toyne, as the next Hand of the King.

So, Viserys had become a sought-after figure, attracting the attention of the elites in King's Landing.

Even several Small Council members visited, including the agriculture minister, Alistair Florent, the justice minister, Prince Oberyn Martell, and the former boss, Master of Coin Illyrio.

Everyone had heard that Master of Coin Illyrio was not having a comfortable time lately. He fell off his horse, breaking his leg, and even lost dozens of pounds. He seemed like a completely different person.

However, Illyrio's suffering was known only to himself, and he was like someone who had broken his teeth but couldn't spit them out.

According to the information revealed by Illyrio's close servant, the current Governor of Andalos was preparing to return to his fief for recuperation. He had already applied for sick leave from His Imperial Majesty.

Margery's question to Viserys was to satisfy her curiosity and to inquire about her brother's future arrangements.

"Viserys?"

Viserys was reading a biography novel when he heard his little lover's question. He gently closed the book and replied.

"As the acting Master of Coin, for now."

Myles Toyne's health was not good, and Viserys had visited him a few times. Under Dr. Ambrose's care, Myles had recovered somewhat.

If Myles Toyne wanted to resign, Viserys would promise him a return to his hometown. However, Myles seemed reluctant to leave the center of the empire so soon, struggling on the brink of death.

Viserys naturally wouldn't force him. After all, Myles Toyne had contributed a lot as one of the founding members of the empire, even though his work capacity had significantly decreased due to his health.

Viserys Tyrell came from a family that was defeated before the Second Conquest War. Before the war, the Tyrells did not recognize the situation and chose to surrender instead of rebelling. They actively prepared for war, attempting to resist the country's unification.

As a result, the army of House Targaryen dealt a thunderous blow to the Tyrell family on the battlefield in the Riverlands. The rose petals of Highgarden withered.

Viserys was indeed a capable and talented young man. However, the Toyne family were the founding heroes of House Targaryen. To ensure the nation's better development and longevity, a delicate balance needed to be maintained.

After all, during the Westerlands Campaign, more than half of the families and population in the Westerlands opposed House Targaryen. Would they discard these people after unification?

However, the country needed the joint efforts of the other half of the people for better development. But the soldiers and generals who were the founding heroes still needed special treatment; otherwise, it would chill the hearts of those who contributed.

Therefore, how to balance this delicate relationship was something Viserys Tyrell, as the Hand of the King, had to do. This was not only the problem of Viserys and Myles Toyne but also the responsibility of the emperor.

"Master of Coin?"

On the other side of the bed, the little lazy cat lying down heard Weselis's words and blinked her beautiful eyes.

"It seems suitable for Viserys."

"Viserys likes arithmetic. When he was in the Citadel, he delved into it. What kind of mathematics?"

Margaery remembered her big brother Viserys's days at the Citadel. He loved to study numbers, and he even told Margaery that numbers were the most romantic symbols in the world, containing endless truths.

However, Viserys's passionate speeches only made his little sister roll her eyes.

"Right."

At this moment, Margaery seemed to think of something.

"Your Majesty, Robb invited me to some feast today."

"Are you going to send him back to the North?"

The brown-haired beauty asked curiously.

Then she casually pulled the silk draped over her flawless body, covering only half of her tempting bosom. She jumped off the bed, lifted her long hair behind her ears, and walked towards Weselis.

"Yeah."

And Weselis looked at Margaery, who was sitting on his lap intimately, with a flame of desire rising in his body, although they had just had an intimate moment not long ago. His heart couldn't help but feel a little hot again.

"But I refused!"

The girl's fingers crossed Weselis's pajamas, making circles on his chest.

Margery spoke triumphantly, her beautiful face showing a shy blush, gently kissed Weselis's chest, and then raised her head.

"How will you reward me?"

Margery, a tempting little enchantress, ignited the flame in Weselis's body with her actions and words.

"Take off your clothes yourself!"

Weselis took a deep breath and then spoke.

"This is your order, Your Majesty."

And Margery, hearing this, smiled coyly, whispered in Weselis's ear, her voice was silky and soft.

The golden silk slipped off the ground.

 


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