Chapter 158: The Unwavering Position of Wright

Olenna Tyrell scoffed. "The Queen just gave birth to a daughter, and they have no sons. You know the situation with Renly. Before long, the northern part of the Reach will belong to the Baratheons."

Lord Eldon Estermont broke into a sweat. Noble marriages weren't supposed to be calculated this way!

Which noble wouldn't want their daughter to marry into a powerful house? Robert is still a young king, he could have ten more children, and Renly is the Lord of Storm's End, with many suitors rejected.

Lord Eldon Estermont: "Lady Olenna, you shouldn't say it like that. It should be—"

"Don't speak yet!" Queen Olenna interrupted him with a wave of her hand. She knew his temperament well. She continued:

"I wouldn't dare to speak ill of the King; his health is fine, I'm not worried about him. What concerns me is my granddaughter, Margaery."

Lord Eldon Estermont finally understood what she was getting at. "I see."

"Don't speak yet!" Olenna interrupted him again.

"Renly has a fondness for men, and our family is well aware of it. How could he possibly have heirs? Shall he adopt his brother's children?"

Lord Eldon Estermont thought for a moment. "When a noble family's direct lineage ends, it's customary for a brother's children to inherit the family's title. This is accepted by the kingdom's laws."

Queen Olenna Tyrell touched her two brooches, one representing House Tyrell's golden rose and the other the golden bunch of grapes of House Redwyne. "My granddaughter is pure, the Rose of Highgarden. How many nobles came to ask for her hand? She can't be Renly's widow. The Tyrell and Redwyne won't allow it."

Lord Eldon Estermont became a bit angry. "And isn't it Loras falut? If not for him—"

"Don't speak!" Olenna snapped.

"I'll speak if I want to!" Lord Eldon slammed his hand on the table. "The Stormlands and the Reach have prospered peacefully over the past decade. Which family's business hasn't been intertwined? A marriage between the two regions is the best choice, there's no other option!"

Queen Olenna Tyrell gave him a sharp look. "Who's responsible for that prosperity?"

Lord Eldon Estermont: "Of course, it's Renly and Wright!"

Olenna's gaze lingered on him as her hand continued to trace the brooches.

Lord Eldon noticed her movements. "Are you suggesting that Renly adopt Wright's children? But Wright doesn't have any children either."

Queen Olenna whispered, "Margaery cannot be Renly's widow."

Lord Eldon Estermont: "This is absurd! Brother and sister-in-law..."

"Who said that?" Olenna glared at him. "Once the child grows up, they may resemble the father. Wright and Renly are twins! Who could say they aren't Renly's children? If Renly doesn't father a child with my granddaughter, then Margaery can have one with Wright. What's the difference from adoption?"

Lord Eldon Estermont's mind was spinning. It really was no different from adoption, and it also carried the bloodline of the female side.

Queen Olenna Tyrell: "As for Renly and Wright, you should speak with them. I'm sure with their clever minds, the two mages, they'll easily come to terms with this."

Lord Eldon Estermont was still processing the idea. The notion of brother and sister-in-law was too morally complex.

Olenna stood up and left: "This can only be done by you! After the tournament, Wright will leave on a dragon. You don't have much time to think."

Queen Olenna, she cared nothing about kings, lands, or businesses—she only cared about dragons.

Only direct descendants of House Targaryen could ride dragons, and even bastards could only do so if their bloodline was pure from the first generation. With Wright, it shoud be the same!

Now, which noble family on the continent wasn't eyeing Wright? Unfortunately, Wright remained chaste!

The only option left was to focus on his offspring. Some nobles even deliberately delayed their marriages, or avoided sleeping with their wives, all just so that when Wright had children, their own children's age would be closer to his.

The Seven Kingdoms had been conquered by Aegon's three dragons, and a king without dragons could be destroyed at any time, only dragons could make the nobles submit. If Margaery bore Wright's children, the Highgarden bloodline would eventually flow in the ranks of dragonriders! This was Highgarden's closest chance to become a family of dragonriders, and they would do anything—even drug Wright to make it happen!

Queen Olenna walked into the garden and saw Margaery chatting happily with Nymeria and Tyene. She also saw Wright talking business nearby, and Margaery's eyes kept glancing toward him.

"Only Wright remains to be dealt with."

After the banquet, Wright prepared to return to the magic school.

Wright: "Time's almost up. Tomorrow, there's still the banquet hosted by Renly."

Margaery wrapped her arm around Nymeria's waist: "Nymeria isn't going back today, she'll stay with me. We need to have a long talk tonight."

Nymeria also put her hand on Margaery's waist: "You've been alone at home before the wedding, but Tyene will be staying with me. Now you go off and do whatever you need to do."

Wright opened his mouth but couldn't find the words, looking over at Tyene.

Tyene, along with the other girls, was admiring the embroidery on their clothes. She looked up at Wright: "You should head back. We'll be back in a few days."

"Alright!" Wright agreed immediately, turning to leave, finally looking forward to some rest!

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Renly's wedding was grand.

Nobles entered in order, and finally, it was Wright's turn.

"Lord Wright Baratheon has arrived." Wright had specifically requested they not announce his full title, since when his titles were read aloud, he would have to stand at the entrance awkwardly while everyone stared at him.

Wright carried a wooden box, with Nymeria by his side.

Behind them was Tyene, holding the Martell family banner as a squire knight. Balon Swann, the captain of the personal guard, held the Baratheon fire-stag banner.

Next came Wright's entourage: Lord Ashara Dayne, Lord Garlan Tyrell, Lord Aurane Velaryon, Lord Hobart Redwyne, Lord Alad Cygus, Lord Andrew Estermont, and Sir Dickon Tarly.

Now, Wright had some presence.

Wright approached and handed the wooden box to Renly, saying, "Your wedding gift."

Renly opened the box, and with both hands, pulled out an egg the size of a human head. But his expression was one of amused disbelief.

Wright had already mentioned the dragon egg to Renly before. However, the magic of Odawei's spell would still take some time. Now, the dragon egg had completely turned from fossil to living egg. Wright, being short on funds, had decided to gift Renly this dragon egg as his wedding present.

Wright took a closer look and saw that the egg in the box was covered in colored paper slips. What had once been a clean egg, licked by Odawei, now had eyes and a mouth drawn on its shell by Tyene.

Wright pulled out the parchment from the box and handed it to Renly: "This is the important part. Remember, read it and burn it. But I can't guarantee the success rate."

"Dragon egg!"

"Wright has a dragon?"

"Renly will become a dragonrider?"

Queen Olenna of Thorns watched the dragon egg and Renly, her face full of a smile, as if thinking of something.

Renly stood and embraced Wright: "Thank you!"

"I'll go have a drink with Robert now. There are still many people to greet. Congratulations to Margaery Tyrell for becoming the lady of Storm's End!"

Wright also congratulated the little rose. She smiled brightly: "Thank you, Lord Wright, for your sincere blessings."

Guests gradually entered the hall.

Wright was trying to avoid the bride.

Loras Tyrell and Elinor Tyrell, two unmarried youths, one male and one female, stood behind the bride and groom.

Renly and Margaery, dressed in wedding attire, sat in the main seats of the banquet hall, holding hands, accepting congratulations and gifts from the various nobles. But Margaery kept glancing towards Wright.

Wright pretended not to notice, drinking with Robert. Robert didn't care when the banquet started, as long as there was wine, they would drink first. A large group of nobles who considered themselves heavy drinkers gathered around, hoping to drink enough to go home and sleep early.

Nymeria also joined in drinking. Before long, she was a little drunk, her head resting on Wright's shoulder as she muttered drunkenly, "Margaery's body is really soft, just like Tyene."

Wright pinched Nymeria's face.

Nymeria leaned close to Wright's ear and whispered, "Also, when she's excited, she says your name!"

Wright: "That's absolutely impossible."