A Western fantasy journey that began with Game of Thrones

There were no other surprises in the two days after that conversation, except that as the cheap foster mother's name day approached, the High Court became increasingly lively.

From Renly's point of view, the so-called name day is actually similar to a birthday. There are some slight differences, but the format is basically the same. A banquet is held and all friends are welcome to visit and wish them well.

However, in the mainland of Westeros, seventy-seventh or seventieth birthdays may be more grand, but there are no customs such as the sixth birthday here, so although the High Garden has become more and more lively recently, people who came here There were not many high-status people participating in the celebration, and most of them were small nobles nearby who could easily come over——

The relationship between a lord and his vassals is like that between a king and his princes. The princes may be respectful to the king and obey orders, but they do not need to fawn over them everywhere. Even in Westeros, they secretly want to unseat the prince. There are also many people in high positions.

In fact, in the Reach alone, the Tyrell lord family is not the strongest, nor does it have the largest territory directly under its jurisdiction. In Renly's opinion, the most powerful person in the Reach is the Hightower family of Oldtown. If nothing else, the headquarters of the academy and the church are in that city, and their territory is so huge that it is like Weiss. Tello is a hidden boss.

It's just that he keeps a low profile, doesn't seem to have much ambition for power, and never steals the spotlight from the Lord Tyrell family.

…

The approaching birthday party made the atmosphere in the castle intense. The busy figures of the servants did not hinder the leisurely chatting among the nobles at all. During this period, Renly had been hiding quietly, but someone would always come up to him to have a few words.

Some of the nobles who came here were familiar to him, but there were also quite a few strangers.

Although Renly had traveled around the Reach a while ago, he only visited some of the main nobles in the Reach, and he didn't care about the minor nobles at all.

However, the news about this matter had obviously spread throughout the Reach, so Renly could clearly feel that many of the visitors were in awe or curiosity towards him.

…

The Duke of Metz was not in the castle, so with the help of Lady Ellery, the Highgarden heir Vilas personally organized the celebration banquet. Although he had inconvenient legs and feet, his neither humble nor arrogant demeanor and humble and polite appearance still won him the favor. He won the recognition of many of his father's vassals and knights.

And his two younger brothers, Garland and Loras, followed some of the nobles of the same age who came to entertain them, but they were so busy that they could hardly be seen.

Renly was quite leisurely for a while. Apart from exchanging a few words with the few visitors, he spent most of the time preparing for his departure from Highgarden.

The main thing is to plan the route. Highgarden is very far from Dragonstone, and there are countless roads intersecting in between. How to take the appropriate route is a question that must be considered.

But just as he was in the room looking at the parchment map carefully, the little girl Margaery suddenly came to the door.

"Grandma said I won't come to you again." After opening the door and putting the little guy into the room, the lady said sadly to Renly, with an aggrieved expression and a pair of already moist brown eyes. Appear crystal clear.

"Why?" Renly was startled when he heard this.

"Grandma said you rejected her." The little girl said sadly, "Why did you reject her?"

The question was difficult to answer, so Renly denied it.

"How could I refuse? You were also present at the time, didn't you hear me?"

"But I didn't understand."

"Your grandmother fooled you." Renly replied with a smile, and raised his hand to pinch her little nose: "Besides, why are you crying? It has nothing to do with you whether I refuse or not."

"Grandma said she wouldn't let me come to you again." The little girl replied aggrievedly, lowering her head, and her long, silky brown hair seemed a bit messy.

"Then why are you here now?"

Margery's expression was startled when she heard this, and then she blinked.

"I forgot."

Renly was speechless, so he patted her forehead and said, "Now that you have remembered, go back quickly. If your grandmother finds out, you will be scolded."

"I won't go back!" the girl said, her deer-like eyes became crystal clear and moist again, and her nose began to twitch. "Grandma is unreasonable, why should I listen to her?"

"If you don't listen to her, who else can you listen to?" Renli said: "And you are so old, why are you always crying?"

"You are leaving, why don't you let me cry?"

As she spoke, she raised her sleeves and wiped away her tears: "Vilas said we won't be able to see you for several years."

Renly heard this and said nothing.

Although he had some conflicts with his cheap adoptive mother not long ago, this did not affect his sense of High Court. Over time, he had already become accustomed to the people and everything here. Now that he was about to leave, there were also many unfamiliar things. Abandon.

This era is not like modern society. You can communicate with relatives and friends anytime and anywhere by making a phone call or sending a text message. For people in Westeros, parting means separation for a long time, even very long. Maybe I will never see you again in my life.

Of course, their current situation is not that exaggerated, but at least speaking of it, the person who grew up with them is suddenly leaving, and it is still the kind of person who has not been seen for many years. The little girl is usually optimistic and cunning. Indifferent.

"You can write a letter," Renly suggested. "Write to Dragonstone or King's Landing."

Raven communication is not that convenient and expensive, but at least it is a method.

"I don't like writing." The little girl frowned upon hearing this.

"Forget it then." Renly rolled his eyes, stood up and continued to work on himself.

The other party sniffed when he saw this.

"I'm going to miss you, Renly. Can you sing me a song before you leave?"

"no problem."

The little girl's face brightened when she heard this, and then she began to wait quietly.

However, she stared dryly at the black-haired young man drawing outlines on the map on the table for a long time, but saw no movement from him, so she couldn't help but give him a reminder.

"Why don't you sing?"

"I haven't left yet?" Renly looked back at her in surprise: "Why are you so anxious?"

"Would you like to sing one now?"

"no."

"Sing one, Renly. None of them can sing it as well as you."

She raised her head and blinked in anticipation. The girl's expression when she acted coquettishly was particularly interesting. However, Renly did not accept this trick. Instead, he raised his hand and rubbed her smooth brown hair with several pigtails, causing the little girl to lose her power instantly. .

"Oh, you're so annoying!"

She hurriedly protected her forehead and stepped back: "My hair is difficult to comb!"

"If you say no, it won't work. Don't even think about it."

Renly replied with a sneer, turned around and continued to work on his own, not prepared to pay attention to this cunning brat.

Maybe the little guy was really sad at first, but then she was just acting, and her purpose was nothing, but this attitude must be dealt with.

"Stingy." The girl's dissatisfied voice came from behind.

Renly ignored it, and the woman yelled a few more words. When she got no response, she snorted and walked away angrily.

"I won't miss you, and I won't write to you after you leave!"

Hearing the slamming of the door behind him, Renly burst into laughter. Then he rolled up the map he had mapped out and put it in his desk drawer. He turned around and was about to check his other luggage, when another child suddenly came to the door.

"Sir, sir." This time, a little fat man came in, with a round face and black hair, a pair of short legs and a round body. He looked like a large rubber ball with limbs.

Facing Renly's gaze, the little fat man couldn't help but shrink his neck, lowered his head and timidly said: "You, your letter."

As he spoke, he handed over a rolled-up parchment letter with his fleshy little hands, and his trembling arms looked extremely nervous.

No wonder Randyll Tarly was angry, Renly thought.

This boy named Samwell is really very timid. He has been here for several days, dressed, run errands, and even poured urinals. He has been exposed to it a lot, but this guy is still so shy. It's really... …

The sigh in his heart did not affect him from taking the letter. After opening it and reading it, Renly couldn't help but frown.

The letter was signed by Kanth, a maester who belonged to the territory of Dragonstone, and the letter was about an attack on a vassal under Renly's command in a place called Crab Claw Peninsula.

Over the years, the maester named Kans wrote letters to report on things on Dragonstone from time to time, but most of them were things that Renly considered boring.

Only in my last letter, this person mentioned the Crab Claw Peninsula.

The Crab Claw Peninsula is a very special place, close to the bay where Dragonstone Island is located. In theory, it is under the jurisdiction of Renly's vassal, the Cetiga family of Crab Island.

But in fact, there has always been disobedience there. In other words, before the Baratheon Dynasty, the Crab Claw Peninsula was actually a direct vassal of the Targaryen family. It can be said that it is loyal to the Targaryen family and has even always claimed to be a dragon family. After the defeat of Targaryen, the peninsula was rewarded to the Celtigar family, but the people of the peninsula refused to pay taxes.

Because the place is really poor and full of swamps, with no value at all. The royal family is too lazy to pay attention to this kind of thing, and just asks the people of the Celtija family to solve it themselves——

As a result, they haven't collected any taxes from there until now.

Renly didn't care whether the tax was collected or not, because it had been like this for more than ten years, but now that the people of Crab Claw Peninsula dared to attack, he had to murmur in his heart.

Even if Targaryen has signs of recovery, he hasn't recovered yet. Those model subjects can't be so straightforward, right?

Who gave them such courage?

Feeling that there might be something hidden in this matter, Renly put the letter away after thinking for a while, and then patted the shoulder of the little fat man who had been standing cautiously in front of him, causing the other person to feel frightened.

"be prepared."

Renly ignored the coward's expression and ordered: "As soon as the banquet is over tomorrow, we will set off to Dragonstone immediately."