Chapter 764: Diana

Aside from some unforeseen events, such as the former Stormland governor Jon Connington falling to an arrow during the Dornish rebellion, the current Hand of the King, Myles Toyne, expressed his desire to resign due to health reasons.

The other members of the Small Council still maintained the appearance of the early days of the empire, with only a few new positions added, without anyone being replaced.

Now, His Majesty the Emperor suddenly ordered the current Master of Coin, Illyrio, who had recently fallen from grace, to return home for a period of rest. While it wasn't a direct removal from his position, it served as a stern warning.

The next time might not be as lenient.

Recalling the recent events...

The Master of Whisperers, Ramsay, had an unparalleled ability to gather information throughout King's Landing. There was hardly any news that could escape his notice.

He was well aware of Illyrio's involvement in royal affairs. However, it seemed to have crossed a line for the Emperor. While the Emperor could forgive and tolerate Aegon, he couldn't overlook Illyrio's actions.

At that time, Ramsay believed the Emperor forgave Aegon, even appointing him as the High Septon of the Faith of the Seven. It seemed Illyrio had escaped scrutiny, but fate had other plans.

Yet, Ramsay felt no sympathy for Illyrio. His role and unique position prevented him from forming friendships with any influential members of the Small Council.

"Your Majesty."

The young man with dark hair and a pale face heard Varys's words. A shadowy smile appeared on his lips as he bowed once again and then retreated.

Highgarden, the imperial royal garden, no longer bore the scars of war. The walls were freshly painted, sword marks smoothed out, and the garden was adorned with exotic flowers and plants, resembling a natural paradise. Courtyards, ponds, and artificial waterfalls adorned the entire castle. Marble sculptures, fountains, and columns decorated the castle, with vines and roses adorning the walls.

From the tower of Highgarden, one could see all the estates and fields for miles around. The fields were full of flowers and golden roses.

In the sky above this wilderness, a red dragon with a body tens of meters long soared, covered in fiery red scales. Its majestic head, powerful body—its appearance was so formidable that it was hard to believe it was a female dragon.

On the balcony of Highgarden's white marble tower, Varys stood, basking in the golden sunlight of the setting sun, watching the red dragon circling and roaring in the sky. Ramsay had already left, and the room was now empty.

At that moment, the sound of the door opening suddenly came from outside Varys's study. A woman with silver hair walked in, wearing a sandy-yellow dress and adorned with golden jewelry.

"She looks a lot like your Belaerys, doesn't she?"

The newcomer was none other than Arianne Martell, the Grand Empress of the Empire. She approached her husband, placing her hand on the golden railing, and spoke softly.

The Empire's empress had lustrous black curly hair, olive-toned skin, large eyes, and hung by her ears were gorgeous golden earrings. She wore a sandy-yellow gown with a revealing neckline, and a shining golden necklace with a dazzling ruby hung between her ample breasts.

After more than seven years of marriage, Arianne's temperament had become increasingly mature and stable, resembling an empress who ruled the world.

Beyond her regal demeanor, the former Princess of Dorne still retained the charm and grace, making her a captivating figure.

"Yes."

Seeing his wife approaching, Varys turned his head to look at her, then reached out to hold her soft hand, glancing once again at the red dragon circling overhead.

"Vaegar is truly worthy of being the eldest sister of the five dragons back then. She indeed possesses the demeanor of an elder sister."

Varys, holding Arianne's hand, gently embraced her into his arms, smelling the fragrance on her, and added.

"Just like you... and Diana."

Arianne couldn't help but chuckle, covering her mouth.

As the eldest princess of Dorne, Arianne was supposed to inherit Dorne due to the kingdom's culture and customs, but her father, Prince Doran, did not want Arianne to inherit Dorne. Therefore, he used her as a political marriage gift and married her to Varys.

However, Varys rose in the East and even recaptured the Iron Throne from Westeros, proving that Prince Doran's judgment was accurate.

As for Varys and Arianne's daughter, Diana, although she was still young at the age of six, she had already shown the dangerous temperament inherited from her mother.

Diana's character was strong. She disliked wearing dresses that girls of her age liked and preferred simple and comfortable coats and trousers. While most girls her age had grown their hair, Diana still sported short silver-gold hair.

Moreover, she refused to learn the skills of embroidery and how to be an elegant and noble princess from court ladies. Instead, she preferred to practice swordsmanship with her father's two attendants, Robb Stark and Jonadry.

The female knights of the Imperial Iron Guard were her teachers.

Although Diana's personality was lively and active, she couldn't be classified as a tomboy. She perfectly inherited her father's beautiful silver-gold short hair, sparkling like the sun, and her pair of crystal-clear, light purple eyes were even more pure and translucent than her aunt Daenerys Targaryen's bloodline.

Little Diana Targaryen was undoubtedly a stunning beauty, and anyone who had seen this little princess could foresee that she would undoubtedly become a beauty in the future.

Of course, the premise was that she was willing to wear long dresses.

Fortunately, facing the obvious problem with their daughter, Varys and Arianne, as easygoing individuals, were at a loss. This was their first child, and they were reluctant to scold her.

But fortunately, Varys and Arianne were both easygoing individuals, and their perspective was more open-minded than people of this era. Arianne had spent seven years sleeping with Varys, and her views were influenced. In the end, the two of them chose to let it be.

"Roar—"

"Vaegar, charge!"

Now, Varys and Arianne, husband and wife, embraced each other on the tower of Highgarden.

Hoo~ In the sky, the silver-haired girl tightly grasped the saddle strap on Vaegar's back, and the wind on the cloud stirred her hair. Her beautiful eyes bent into crescents.