Game of Thrones: King of Magic

Chapter 64

Solomon. King's Landing.

- "So, what do you think of this?" I asked, taking a sip of wine while Lady Olenna considered my story.

Following the typical rules of etiquette of high medieval society, I gave her the big picture of what was about to happen, namely, the arrival of an "unknown" enemy whose goal was the destruction of all life. There was no point in beating around the bush, and so I opted for a relatively straightforward method.

As stated earlier, the main three forces in the clash, according to my plan, were the Starks, Tyrells and Baratheons. That said, I wanted to give them varying degrees of information and see which way would be most effective. The Baratheons, in the form of Stannis, knew everything, the Starks knew next to nothing, and the Tyrells knew a little bit of everything.

And besides, for Olenna Tyrell, it seemed to me, the method chosen was the most preferable because of her character and the time she had left. She would not accept a minimum of information, even given the possibilities I had shown her, and too much information would have caused unnecessary panic and publicity.

Of course, if something went wrong to the point where I had to intervene, there was nothing left for me to do but act. And since I had already increased my influence over the world and its institutions, as with Shireen, Ned, or the Servants, for example, and the world's response had not been noticed, I could go a little wild.

- "We started out so well, Lord Solomon, but then it all descended into vague predictions and nonsense," she grinned after a moment, "The kingdom has its own worries, and you speak of something only a foolish child would believe."

- "Nevertheless, there is no lie in my words, Lady Olenna," I said calmly, "It will happen in a few years, but it will happen, and I'll take that for granted. The only question is whether you'll be a part of it, or whether you'll be alive by then."

- "Huh. That sounded like a threat, and I'm sure you realize it yourself," Lady Olenna laughed, "But what can an old woman do with one foot in the grave? And if I should believe you and follow your advice, what would I get in return?"

- "I'm glad you asked, Lady Olenna," I smiled, and stood up from the table and walked over to her, then put my hand on her shoulder, to which she raised an eyebrow, "I've heard of you and have seen first hand what your goals are."

- "Oh, enlighten me, Lord Solomon."

- "You lead the Tyrell family and are willing to fight for it to the end, which is very commendable. That said, you are well aware of the time you have left, as well as the fact that you are the pillar upon which your house stands. And so you use the time you have left to train your granddaughter in the hope that she will take your place."

- "Oh, I didn't realize. Anything else?" she said in her usual manner, "If there's nothing else, I've wasted my valuable time."

- "There is," I said and channeled mana into her body, "But everyone forgets one detail."

- "What's that?"

- "Every life has a value, as we both agree, and the value of your life at the moment is valued as a temporary replacement until your granddaughter is competent enough to replace you. More specifically, it is the only thing you can do at this point in time," I continued and created a mirror in front of her. And when she saw her reflection, her eyes widened instantly and her hands came up and rubbed her face, "This is what I propose to you when this is over. If House Tyrell does what is required and survives, so will you."

I used mana as a conduit of life energy, causing her body to transform, regaining the appearance of an eighteen year old blooming maiden. Long brown hair without a single drop of gray, a smooth oval face without a single wrinkle, exquisite skin without any creases or irregularities, lush lips and breasts, a neat nose, an exquisite neck, and, most importantly, shining eyes with life in them.