Conspiracies in the capital

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-Pov of Cersei lannister first moon 286 AC

"It's clear that Lord Arryn has favorites; just look at how the Prussians get everything they want."

"It's only a matter of time before the Small Council starts changing its members and puts those foreigners as advisers."

"The kingdom suffers the consequences of the Prussians' special privileges, and Arryn simply looks the other way because the Prussians are important to 'guarantee' his stability, while ignoring those of us who have ruled for generations."

"Did you hear what's happening in the Riverlands? The serfs are escaping uncontrollably to the Hohenzollern lands... and as expected, Arryn is waiting for his Prussian friend to fix things."

"How long will this farce continue...? It's clear that Arryn is a Prussian puppet... they should have bewitched him, it's not possible that this man always tries to please the Prussians!"

"Probably the Prussians bought him... you know how rich that lord is... the whole bank on that hill belongs to him and his vaults are filled with gold."

"He must be richer than Lord Lannister... now, with the tolls he charges on the Stepstones, his vaults must be bursting with gold."

"The richest man in the Seven Kingdoms will always be Tywin Lannister... that should be common knowledge," I said, looking at the group of nobles who were conspiring.

"Eh... certainly, my queen... we are only speculating about the possible wealth of Lord Hohenzollern... everyone knows that the Lannisters are the richest house."

"If you're going to be whispering, make sure to speak truths and not speculations," I said, slowly walking away from the castle gardens.

All this madness happening in the capital was due, as always, to Pycelle, who filtered the profits of the Prussians so that my father could have knowledge of how much Lord Hohenzollern generates. And this time, not only did it increase the Hohenzollerns' income from their huge harvests, the sale of their high-quality products to the nobility, the taxes they charge their inhabitants for living in their houses, or their income from trade with Essos or the North, but also the first contribution of gold that the Prussian toll made to the royal coffers.

And it was a huge dream... apparently, his idea of ​​taxing merchants seeking to pass through the Stepstones paid off, as soon as it was known that the place was safe again for trade, merchants began to pass through the place in droves, delivering gold to the Prussians simply to protect those rocks.

Obviously, all the lesser nobility, like the rats they are, began to complain. But this time, with good reason. Arryn's decision was made behind closed doors and with no one else present other than the Prussian representative Maximilien and the crown, they did not allow complaints to be launched, which resolved Arryn's decision, which was to hand over the Stepstones to the Prussians in exchange for a contribution to the crown.

As with the bank, many nobles tried again to gain the favor of the Prussians, but this time from a Prussian named Karl, who occasionally came to the capital in search of settlers for the Stepstones, which he had fortified and turned into cities for the defense of Prussian interests in the area.

The Prussians were everyone's constant headache, but especially my father's, since my engagement with the lord of the Prussians ended, they have dedicated themselves all the time to indirectly confront my father.

According to some rumors, it is said that it was the Prussian lord who sabotaged my dear brother's inability to retire from the Kingsguard as revenge for my father's decision to break our engagement, since he had the High Septon by the balls since he had to humiliate himself along with Wilhelm at the Sept of Baelor, which is his total rival with respect to religion.

Or that the reason my father did not get a seat on the Small Council was Maximilien's fault, as he managed to convince Lord Arryn that my godfather's presence was necessary in the capital.

'Ah... that wretched Maximilien, who thinks he's important just because he has access to the most expensive clothes and the best jewelry, or his bright smile. He's just a feminine idiot who only knows how to say the right words in the right ears to gain power, but he hides in his castle whenever he can... but since he married the sow Lollys, he's been spending more time in the castle strolling through the gardens like a pair of lovers.'

'Aaaj Speaking of that sow... there she is walking with her husband through the gardens.'

The biggest problem my father has had recently was the Prussian gold mine that was stolen from the Dornishmen. It's a lot of gold that seemed to destabilize my house, but apparently, my father had to humiliate himself before the Prussian by returning the humiliation for our broken engagement to avoid the main income of our house being affected.

Only to later discover the "genetic" superiority that the Prussians proclaim to have.

'Father wasn't happy to know that someone was better than him just by being born... and all the Prussian nobles had that blessing they were born with... Ahh, for days, everyone wanted one of their daughters to marry a Prussian noble to have those blessings... that was the hardest blow to father... to think that one of his family members could have had those blessings and he lost the opportunity, especially because the Hohenzollern lineage is one with more blessings than normal.'

'Aaayy The beautiful, beautiful Wilhelm, almost as handsome as Rhaegar... the only Prussian who is not a brainless brute, who only thinks about proving himself martially, or the effeminate Maximilien. If only father hadn't made such a hasty decision, I would now be Lady Hohenzollern, I would live in The Reach and not in this filthy city that only recently, thanks to my former betrothed, the smell improved. I could have married him... he would treat me well... he would love me... he would make me happy... we would have the most beautiful children in the kingdom and we would be the envy of all.'

'But here I am, trapped in a marriage with an animal that beats me, humiliates me frequently by sleeping with all the whores in the city or any maid who has had the misfortune of being near when that brute is hot... but luckily that idiot isn't smart and didn't suspect that I wasn't pregnant with his child... because I have no intention of giving that scum who calls himself a king any legitimate heirs.'

''My queen... I must say, you are as radiant as ever today... but an important letter from Lord Hohenzollern has arrived for the king and his family... I imagine you'll want to hear firsthand what this letter says," said Pycelle, showing me a letter he held in his hands.

"I only need to hear how the nobles will lament because each day they become poorer because of the Prussians, because their grains are worth less while the luxury goods of the Prussians are steadily increasing in price," I said, with little interest.

"Then accompany me, the king must be with Lord Arryn who is with Robert in the Small Council," said Pycelle, swaying his chains noisily.

We went straight to the Small Council, although my feet were already killing me because of how swollen they were.

"Robert... please, you have to act like the king you are... this meeting is important... Lord Hoster Tully sent a herald to inform us of the chaos that is brewing in the Riverlands due to the large number of serfs escaping every day. It's necessary for you to at least be seated on the throne so they think you care," said Lord Arryn, speaking to Robert, who was already drinking.

"It's hard to show that something matters to me when I don't care about anything... Maximiliam told me that the problem is almost solved and that any attempts by the Tullys or other minor lords will probably be to try to get something in exchange for Wilhelm," said Robert, without much interest.

"Certainly, Lord Hohenzollern managed to control the tide of serfs, but still many escape to The Reach. Due to the long border, we cannot expect Lord Hohenzollern to do everything. We must act," said Lord Arryn.

The sound of Pycelle's chains alerted my husband's animalistic senses and his Hand of the King, who was a Prussian puppet.

"Oh, my king... I hope I'm not interrupting your conversation with the Hand of the King about the kingdom's affairs... but a letter has arrived from the southern lord, Lord Hohenzollern, and the instructions specified that it must be read before the entire royal family," said Pycelle, showing the letter with the Prussian eagle seal.

"A letter from Wilhelm... read it quickly, he probably wants to invite us to some hunting or tournament," said Robert excitedly upon hearing who wrote it.

'That's all that matters to you, you oaf.'

"Well... Lord Hohenzollern sends his greetings to you, your majesty, and congratulates you on the birth of your new heir and hopes it will be a day of celebration. Lord Hohenzollern invites you to the celebration of his marriage to the beautiful Janna Tyrell in the eighth month of this year, to be able to count on the attendance of all the great houses of the Seven Kingdoms. Additionally, he informs that there will be all kinds of tournaments and the prizes will be personally paid by him... he plans to offer... well... half a million golden dragons," said Pycelle, surprised by the amount of gold that Wilhelm was putting into those prizes.

Arryn's eyes widened when he heard how much the prizes would be.

'An opportunity to see Wilhelm again.'

"HA, HA, HA, I KNEW IT! Wilhelm never disappoints with his parties... damn it, why does he inform with so much anticipation? Now I'll have to wait eight months to enjoy a real party... this time I'll beat Charles in drinking," said Robert after laughing loudly.

"Robert... this time we will be guests and... well, last time Lord Hohenzollern paid for everything. You shouldn't have drunk so much... you must behave, it's important not to insult Lord Hohenzollern... he's very serious about these matters," said Arryn.

"Bah... nonsense... he invites us to celebrate... did you see how well those Prussians celebrate? The strong liquors flow as if they were water at their parties," said Robert.

"Shall I prepare our belongings, my king? The journey will be long and the sooner we start, the better, although we have plenty of time due to Lord Hohenzollern's early notice," I said in a friendly tone.

"Eh... yes," said Robert, only giving me a brief glance.

"Very well, you may retire," said Arryn.

I began to walk towards the throne room.

"Well, Robert, let's go to the throne room, we must listen to Lord Hoster's herald," said Arryn.

And I heard how Robert sighed heavily.

Then what was expected happened, Lord Arryn was the one who paid attention, listening to the explanations of the Tully envoy, justifying his terrible governance over his lands and that Lord Hohenzollern took advantage of the foolish serfs, because in his lands the serfs are treated much better.

Robert was just sitting there completely bored, watching how everything unfolded.

In the end, Lord Arryn decided to send knights with orders from the king to help protect the river where the serfs were escaping.

The septons immediately jumped to complain that he should force the Prussians to return all the serfs who had escaped, since they were not safe in Prussian lands, because recently five septons were nailed to a cross and marked with hot iron for inciting the serfs to destroy the Prussians' crops in search of food.

Arryn acted like the perfect Prussian puppet, trying not to anger the foreigners as he always has... gaining more and more enemies.

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