That is right, everything is arranged. Ideally, the Gift Lands army facing the White Walkers' attack should operate according to the plan like a set program, intercepting, resisting, and even defeating the army of the dead to protect the Seven Kingdoms. But the army is made up of people, not machines, and the residents of the Gift from the mountains and Beyond the Wall have no noble ideas like serving the people or giving their hearts for humanity. In this era, let alone the Night's Watch Commander, even the King sotis has to personally go to the battlefield.
Aegor himself is the highest military and political official in the Gift. Relying on his genuine position and a large number of legends spread intentionally or unintentionally, he possesses supre reputation and prestige, which makes his daily managent smooth and unimpeded. But at the sa ti, the price is that he, this hero, cannot shrink back and play the role of a strategist. The army of the Gift can only maintain sufficient morale under his command to maximize its combat effectiveness.
And King's Landing, even if Aegor wanted to strategize from a thousand miles away, that place is more than just a thousand miles from Crown Town.
Daenerys is the Queen, at least she considers herself so. He, this Commander, is one rank lower than her in class. It is impossible to just send a subordinate to negotiate with her. So, should he concentrate all his energy on the current war, facing the final battle without the Dragonglass Bomb as a trump card, or take the risk of possibly being labeled a deserter and make this dangerous trip?
Aegor was in a dilemma, deeply troubled, and his thinking also put Myrcella, who was standing across the desk from him, in an awkward situation. She was here to express her gratitude to Aegor. If the Commander was very busy, she would express her thanks and leave imdiately. But if Aegor was free, Myrcella would stay for a while, chat and talk, to avoid leaving him with a bad impression of getting to know you and flattering you just to make my two brothers' lives better, but actually not interested in you at all.
But now, the Commander was sitting behind the desk, clearly not doing anything, and had chatted with her for a while, but after only a few sentences, he had fallen back into a state of contemplation. This truly made it difficult for Myrcella to leave, and uncomfortable to stay.
...
Just as she was feeling uncomfortable, Aegor sighed deeply, leaning back in his chair in annoyance because he could not make up his mind, and rubbed his temples in frustration.
Myrcella saw a good opportunity to escape the predicant and quickly seized it. "Lord Aegor must be overworked from guarding the Wall and protecting the North. Shall I give you a massage?"
Although it was a question, she did not wait for an answer at all. She quickly walked around the desk to Aegor's back. The Little Princess's hands ca over from both sides like soone putting on headphones, replacing the man's own hands, and gently massaged the temples on both sides of his head.
"Huh?"
Aegor was montarily distracted, and then a little beauty was behind him taking over his head. At first, he was a little taken aback, but soon a sense of realization erged. No wonder Catelyn was willing to bring her, this little girl, so young yet so thoughtful and smooth, even obvious flattery could be done so gracefully that it was hard to dislike. No wonder no matter which tiline, no matter where she went, she was loved by everyone.
This is talent.
After thinking about it, the girl probably felt awkward because she had no way to repay him, so he let her massage him for peace of mind. The chaotic thoughts in his mind could not be sorted out for a while, so he thought slowly. Aegor was not at all awkward, he leaned back in the chair straightforwardly, organizing his thoughts while enjoying this royal luxury version health massage provided by the Princess.
The room was very warm, and the girl's small hands were also warm and soft. She was petite and not very strong, her movents were as gentle as water, and her fingertips were as smooth as if powdered. Although not very professional, she had grasped the key points, and even a casual massage could make one comfortable. In his lazy state, Aegor felt a faint, sowhat milky fragrance waft into his nostrils, which at first sniff was appetizing, and after inhaling more, made him feel completely relaxed and comfortable. After his head had enjoyed being massaged up, down, left, and right, the soft hands naturally slid down his neck to his shoulders and neck, adding a little strength to knead the man's tense muscles.
Is this also talent? Aegor even got goosebumps. Before he transmigrated, he had been to proper massages, but this was the first ti he discovered that just a light kneading could be so comfortable. At this mont, a strange thought popped into his mind. It is a good thing he sent Jai to Ice Canyon Port. If the Kingslayer knew his daughter was here kneading soone's head and shoulders, he might impulsively draw his sword and slash the Commander.
...
"Mmm." Feeling comfortable from the massage, Aegor could not help but let out a muffled groan from his throat. Feeling it was improper, he simply took the opportunity to speak, saying sothing casually to cover the awkwardness. "What did Joffrey and Tomn talk to you about? Did they ntion any difficulties in life, or if they wanted anything? Feel free to ask, as long as it is not excessive, it can be fulfilled."
Want anything? Joffrey wanted a lot, but Myrcella knew her brother. Satisfying him would only make him want more. As for the other good little brother, she thought for a mont and shook her head. "No, Lord Aegor, you must have soone keep a close eye on him. It is best to give him sothing to do, so he does not have nothing to do and overthink things, causing trouble. As for Tomn, well, Lord, do you know? There are many cats in the Red Keep..."
Next, Myrcella intermittently told Aegor stories about Tomn and the cats in the Red Keep. Which cat was closest to Tomn and liked to rub against his leg, there was one he fed every day but never managed to touch even once, one day he was eating at slices Tomn was feeding him but Joffrey suddenly rushed over trying to catch it and got scratched.
The Little Princess's voice was soft but not at all overly sweet. Although Aegor was not interested in the stories she told, her pleasant voice combined with the comfort from the massage on his shoulders and back, the two together surprisingly had a strong hypnotic effect. In a daze, Aegor only regretted not having a folding chair that could be reclined to lie down halfway. Otherwise, he would definitely take this opportunity to nap for a while and then think about that troubleso problem after he was well-rested.
After talking for a long ti, she finally could not recall any more stories about cats. Myrcella said while massaging, "Tomn himself did not ntion it, but he is the child who is most afraid of loneliness, and Joffrey is not a competent brother. If Lord could get one or two kittens to accompany him, he would be very happy."
So, she talked about the cats in the Red Keep for a long ti just to beat around the bush and introduce this request.
This little girl is not only emotionally intelligent but also quite intelligent. Robert and Cersei, one a drunkard and one a fool, plus Jai, a biological father with average emotional and intellectual intelligence. How did they raise such a daughter? Aegor could not help but laugh, but then felt a little heartache. The Little Princess of the forr House Baratheon now had to ask people in such a roundabout way just to give her brother a kitten. It was truly a sin.
"Okay, I will have soone keep an eye out and see if any family in the Gift has kittens that have just been weaned, and get two for him."
"Thank you, Lord Aegor." Myrcella could not hide her happiness, and her voice instantly beca cheerful. "Do not cross your arms anymore, put them down and I will massage your arms too."
"No need, my arms are not sore. It is just my shoulders that still feel a bit uncomfortable. Use a little more strength and press again, then you can go back and rest."
"Okay."
Having received another favor from Aegor, the Little Princess raised her two slender arms and worked harder. Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open without warning, and cold wind mixed with a small amount of snowflakes blew into the room. Aegor opened his eyes to see who dared to enter without announcent, only to see Arya standing at the door, eyes wide, looking at Myrcella standing behind Aegor in a strange posture with a look of shock.
(To be continued.)
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