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Kapitel 50: -50- Council Chamber (end)

The talk about Stannis's presence can end here.

Gallen has already achieved his initial goal, and now it's up to Petyr's planning.

This matter isn't a high-level intrigue. It's the perfect time to expose the incident in the Hand's study. As long as the planner hides their identity, it'll work out fine.

There's no need to remind the shrewd Petyr to conceal himself in the shadows, while Gallen hides behind him.

At this point, both parties will choose to keep each other's secrets, which is the political tacit understanding of schemers.

-----

The Royal Hunt, though its name implies hunting, is essentially a royal activity organized by the queen to gather noblewomen from the realm for an excursion.

Royal activities equate to kingdom affairs, so all the gold dragons for the Royal Hunt naturally come under the purview of the Master of Coin, Petyr Baelish, for approval and disbursement.

Gallen glanced over the documents handed to him by Petyr, and, combined with the lists from the stewards, his brow subtly furrowed.

Two thousand gold dragons!

Ah, but it's the noblewomen of the realm who will enjoy it!

The queen's affair officers had been busy for a full three months organizing the Royal Hunt, and the procurement of necessary supplies had already been completed.

No wonder he suddenly found himself in charge of the Royal Hunt. When he encountered the officers in the hall of Maegor's Holdfast, Gallen didn't show any signs of dissatisfaction, instead being unusually friendly compared to usual.

The spoils had already been divided up among the officers, leaving only the difficult task of arranging the escort. They were practically begging for someone to take over, making it all too easy for him.

Gallen felt a twinge of jealousy. He envied his colleagues who could simply walk away after eating their fill without having to do the dishes!

The noble Queen Cersei wouldn't know, nor care, about these matters.

This was Cersei's trust in him, and Gallen could only do his best for the realm.

Gallen's character didn't dwell too much on missed opportunities.

---

Petyr spoke up: "I was actually surprised to hear that you took over the Royal Hunt at this time. The most important procurement of supplies had already been completed, and all that's left are the mundane tasks like providing security. There's not much to do here, but it will make Her Majesty appreciate you even more."

Gallen shrugged: "It is my duty."

Petyr spread his hands out to the sides, his gaze sincere: "Lord Gallen, as I've said, we're already friends, and within my ability, I'm more than happy to help my friends."

Gallen's excellent memory reminded him that Petyr had just about repeated the last sentence he uttered during Gallen's "visit" to him late at night.

Petyr continued: "Although I'm the Master of Coin, to avoid unnecessary trouble, I can only add another ten thousand gold dragons for you, my friend."

Gallen understood what Petyr meant; ten thousand gold dragons was Petyr's gesture of reconciliation.

The Master of Coin adding to the expenses of the Royal Hunt fell within government affairs, and such news couldn't be concealed.

But as the person in charge of the Royal Hunt, Gallen could manipulate things slightly, not only making this Royal Hunt more splendid than before for Queen Cersei but also skimming off a good portion for himself.

Gallen estimated in his mind that with a bit of extra effort, he could possibly retain half of it.

At this moment, Gallen no longer felt envious of his colleagues.

Gallen nodded in agreement: "I will remember your kindness, Lord Baelish."

---

Red Keep, outside the council chamber.

After bidding farewell to Petyr, Gallen noticed Jaime Lannister with a somewhat grim expression.

Jaime Lannister, who had already gained the title of Kingslayer, seemed normal on the surface, but there was a hint of self-abandonment in his demeanor, and his heart could only hold Cersei Lannister.

Regardless of family or power, Jaime Lannister has no interest; Cersei has become his sole belief.

As for Jaime Lannister being such, Gallen didn't want to make too much of a judgment. Based on his usual impression, he temporarily classified him as someone emotionally unstable and disenchanted.

---

Gallen pretended not to notice Jaime's scowl and greeted him proactively: "Ser Jaime, did Her Majesty summon me?"

Jaime handed over a golden bag embroidered with a crown and stag: "Little Half-Wild, this is a reward from Prince Joffrey for you."

Jaime wasn't acting normally. Why did he revert to calling me "Half-Wild"?

Gallen reached out, felt the weight of the bag, then handed it to the loyal Anguy standing behind him. "Please convey my gratitude to Prince Joffrey."

Jaime glanced at Gallen with a somewhat disdainful tone. "Let's go, Princess Myrcella wants to see you."

Princess Myrcella?

Gallen followed Jaime, who had already started walking, with a puzzled look. "Ser Jaime, may I ask why Princess Myrcella wants to see me?"

Jaime glanced at Gallen again. "She heard the story of the mermaids."

The story of the mermaids?

Gallen hadn't forgotten that he had arranged for Hershel, the chamberlain, to spread the legend of the mermaids to increase the allure of Mermaid Harbor while in Whispers.

Has the legend of the mermaids spread to the Red Keep? Is this considered going mainstream?

Hershel had done a good job. At this moment, Gallen even missed Hershel a bit!

At the same time, the astute Gallen finally figured out why Jaime seemed to harbor some inexplicable hostility towards him from time to time.

Myrcella is only eight or nine years old, right?

In Gallen's view, Myrcella is literally just a child. What idea could he possibly have towards her?

After recalling everything, Gallen confirmed that he hadn't done anything that could be misunderstood.

Gallen felt a bit annoyed. Is Jaime only showing this attitude towards him? Or is it to everyone?

Gallen remained composed. "So Princess Myrcella heard about the story of the mermaids?"

Jaime's face stiffened, nodding indifferently.

"The story of the mermaids originates from Mermaid Harbor..."

Gallen actually harbored a bit of revenge in his heart. After pausing for a moment, Gallen deliberately asked, "Ser Jaime, since it is my first time meeting her, should I prepare a bouquet of flowers for a good impression?"

Seeing Jaime's face turn stiff as soon as he heard his words, Gallen chuckled inwardly.

Jaime clenched his hand around the hilt of his sword. "Princess Myrcella is still young and won't accept flowers from strangers."

Gallen nodded in agreement. "Right, Princess Myrcella's status is noble, and although she's still young, we need to take precautions."

After hearing Gallen's words, Jaime's lips finally curved slightly.

Gallen continued, "But I'm different. I don't think I'm a stranger."

Jaime stopped in his tracks.

Gallen noticed Jaime stopping and looked around, puzzled. "Ser Jaime, why did you stop?"

Jaime felt a bit displeased in his heart, but he was also helpless. Upon further thought, Gallen was innocent.

Blame it on Tyrion's stupid ideas. His love for his brother had already diminished by one.

Jaime resumed walking. "You don't need to bring any flowers."

Realizing that his words were a bit lacking in empathy, Jaime coughed lightly and added, "Little lord, Princess Myrcella doesn't like receiving gifts from others."

Gallen shrugged. "Then I will do as you say."


Kapitel 51: -51- A loyal knight

Red Keep, Maiden Vault, Garden.

Gallen followed Jaime to the garden and noticed the petite figure of Princess Myrcella.

Under the escort of maids and septas, Princess Myrcella looked towards Gallen's direction.

A joyful expression appeared on Princess Myrcella's little face, and her little body seemed eager to move.

At that moment, an elderly septa cleared her throat.

Upon hearing the septa's signal, Myrcella straightened her small waist and immediately restrained the expression on her face.

With a somewhat "arrogant" look, Myrcella raised her chin.

Myrcella Baratheon was the second child of Queen Cersei. She had fair skin and a head of golden curls.

This was Gallen's first encounter with what looks like a mini version of Cersei, Princess Myrcella.

During lunch at Maegor's Holdfast, Myrcella was also present. At that time, Gallen only glanced at Myrcella's little face before shifting his gaze away.

---

Before Gallen and the others could offer their greetings, Myrcella, imitating Cersei's slight tilt of the chin, opened her small mouth and spoke with childish innocence, "Forgive me, Gallen..."

The septa behind Myrcella cleared her throat again, and Myrcella immediately stopped her childish words, blushed, and subconsciously lowered her head.

Gallen, with his sharp wit, felt he had found a way to leave early.

As the overseer of the royal hunt, Gallen was very busy and had no time to play with the boss's children.

Gallen bowed and saluted, "Greetings, your highness."

Myrcella returned the courtesy, "Lord Gallen, it was presumptuous of me to summon you, I hope I didn't disturb you."

Gallen smiled and replied, "To be summoned by the Princess is an honor."

Upon hearing Gallen's response, Myrcella's small face was filled with a happy smile.

Seeing this, Myrcella's septa hesitated and remained silent.

Myrcella's smile was like ripples in a clear spring, overflowing from the corners of her lips and spreading across her small face.

Myrcella's clean and pure smile seemed to dispel all the gloom in Gallen's heart.

At this moment, Gallen somewhat understood Jaime and gained a bit more patience in dealing with the boss's children.

Myrcella's clear blue eyes sparkled as she asked, "I heard the story of the mermaids. They said Mermaid Harbor is your territory. Have you ever seen mermaids?"

This question almost stumped the eloquent Gallen.

Gallen squatted down, facing Myrcella, and a hint of amusement flashed in his brown eyes, "Does your highness want to see mermaids?"

Because they were having a conversation, Gallen and Myrcella were only a few steps apart.

Myrcella noticed that Gallen had lowered his body, and her small neck suddenly relaxed because she didn't have to keep tilting her head up all the time.

Gallen was a detail-oriented person, and Myrcella's fondness for Gallen increased by one point.

---

Myrcella's expression was conflicted for a moment, and she finally shook her head, "It's fine, mermaids are very shy, let's not disturb them."

Gallen nodded slightly, "Although we haven't seen them, we can wish the kind and beautiful mermaids a lifetime of happiness."

Myrcella nodded, "I will bless them. Thank you, Lord Gallen."

Gallen couldn't help but admire the little girl's precocity.

Myrcella's gaze passed through the window of the sitting hall and looked into the distance, as if murmuring to herself, "I envy their freedom in the sea..."

The veiled septa cleared her throat again.

Gallen felt he could leave now.

The always gentle-eyed Gallen suddenly became cold.

Gallen stood up, his right hand gripping the sword hilt.

Gallen's cold gaze locked onto the veiled septa, his posture already in the stance before drawing his sword, "It seems you're quite daring, to repeatedly offend the dignity of the Princess in front of the courtiers."

The situation changed too quickly, and the people in the sitting hall were still in the dark.

Jaime, who was ready to step forward to stop him, felt that what Gallen said kinda make sense.

The veiled septa who reminded Myrcella's behavior with coughs was called Yagris. She was mainly responsible for teaching Myrcella etiquette.

Usually, teaching was considered fulfilling her duty, but now, with an "outsider" present, Sister Yagris' actions did indeed offend the dignity of the princess.

---

Facing Gallen's intimidating momentum, Sister Yagris instinctively took a step back, "What, what are you..."

A hint of coldness in Gallen's eyes, ready to draw his sword.

But of course, Jamie, whom Gallen has been waiting for, appeared beside him at the right moment.

Jaime's hand pressed down on Gallen's hand holding the sword hilt, and he said in a low voice, "Lord Gallen, you cannot draw your sword in front of the Princess."

Always ready to draw his sword at anytime, Jaime felt that he hadn't misjudged Gallen by calling him a Half-Wild.

The maids in the sitting hall were slow to react, and then they exclaimed.

Myrcella, with a stern face, ordered the maids to be quiet, and the sitting hall finally returned to calmness.

Myrcella's clear blue eyes swept over her maids, with a hint of warning in her gaze.

The maids subconsciously slowed their breathing.

Myrcella stepped forward and said to Gallen, "Lord Gallen, thank you for your concern, but I believe Sister Yagris meant no harm."

Myrcella's words and actions as a princess were impeccable.

Gallen quietly concealed the coldness emanating from him: "If there's a next time, I will hang your head on the city gate."

Sister Yagris was shocked: "You...you, I am a septa of the Seven Gods, you are blaspheming the Seven."

The coldness that had already been suppressed in Gallen resurfaced once again: "You can try, and we'll see if I dare or not."

Sister Yagris clearly felt that the young lord opposite her was not just talking, tremblingly said, "I..."

"Enough, Sister Yagris!"

Myrcella's tender voice interrupted Sister Yagris, who was about to speak.

Sister Yagris glanced at Princess Myrcella, quickly lowered her head, took a few steps back, and stood with the maids.

"Lord Gallen, I believe there won't be a next time."

Gallen glanced at Jaime beside him, withdrew his hand from the sword hilt, and said respectfully, "Your highness, please forgive my impertinence and for disturbing your mood."

Myrcella shook her small face: "Lord Gallen, you are a righteous and loyal knight!"

As Myrcella's words fell, Jaime's face darkened once again.

---

Crackclaw Point, Mermaid Harbor.

The sunlight spilled onto the calm sea, and a gentle breeze blew, creating sparkling ripples.

The Black Betha slowly docked at the pier of Mermaid Harbor.

Lord Stannis Baratheon, the Master of Ships, stood with a tense expression on the deck of the Black Betha, gazing at the already bustling Mermaid Harbor.

Lord Stannis Baratheon was tall and broad-shouldered, with skin hardened by long exposure to the sun, as if it were as hard as iron.

Despite being only thirty-three years old, Lord Stannis Baratheon had only a row of black thin hair left on his head. His beard was short and tidy, covering his square chin and cheeks.


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