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Chapter 50

Chapter 50: The Vision
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Third POV

One moon later

Inside a spacious, elegantly lit room in the Lionheart family mansion, Richard sat comfortably, his golden hair being braided.

Alicent stood behind him, fingers deftly weaving his hair into neat braids, her touch light and affectionate.

She giggled softly, her laughter a gentle melody that filled the room. Richard's lips curved into a warm smile.

His eyes were half-closed in contentment as he let her work, savoring the softness of her hands as she styled his hair.

As Alicent braided his hair, Richard looked over a stack of documents.

He reviewed the latest reports on Lannisport. The city had returned to its familiar rhythm, still bustling with life but no longer crowded with lords, ladies, and visitors from other kingdoms.

Those lords and ladies had left back to their respective land.

On the other hand Lord Tywin and his brothers Tygett and Gerion, who had departed with the prince, returned to King's Landing, while Elia, Oberyn, and Princess Nymeria had made their way back to Dorne.

Just like that excitement of the recent tourney was fading into memory, leaving the city's streets once more to its own people.

Now, as a lord, Richard no longer needed to reside in the squire quarters of Casterly Rock or in Kevan's keep in Lannisport.

This new status granted him freedom—freedom from the Galahad persona he'd worn.

With the tourney earnings, he had purchased a mansion in Lannisport, laundering his money to his family, who actually own the mansion.

He was also preparing to journey to his newly granted lands, but before that, he would celebrate Alicent's name day.

The recent tourney had been immensely profitable. The Lionheart family had earned over thirty thousand gold dragons from their ventures, with an additional thirty-six thousand gold dragons from Richard's own tourney winnings.

The fortune strengthened both his family's influence and their coffers.

Yet these funds would soon be put to use. Richard had already begun planning the reconstruction of Castamere and its surrounding lands.

Schemes were underway to install pumps to drain the water from the mines, and arrangements were being made to hire builders who would restore the castle above.

Each decision, each investment, was aimed at breathing new life into the ruins of Castamere, transforming it into a stronghold worthy of Richard's new house.

"Done, Richard! How does it look?" Alicent announced, reaching for a mirror. She held it up, positioning it just right so he could see her handiwork.

Richard looked into the mirror, admiring his blonde hair woven into intricate braids.

"It's perfect," he said, his smile warm and genuine, a flicker of pride shining in his eyes.

Alicent beamed at the compliment, but then turned to her notebook with a thoughtful frown. "But I don't like it," she muttered, crossing out a sketch of an Ironborn braid she'd drawn.

Turning the page, she revealed a new drawing—a hairstyle inspired by the Reach, elegant and refined. Above it was the title, Reachman Style.

"Is it necessary?" Galahad asked, glancing at her with a mix of curiosity and mild reluctance. She was clearly preparing to try yet another hairstyle on him.