The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

It was time for Singh and his grandfather to go home.

I sigh when I miss you.

"I wish your grandfather lived in this mansion too"

"That's not how it works, well - if I give Yuzef the title, I'll let you stay longer"

My mother joked and shook her head, raising a single eyebrow.

"I don't like it, I can't believe your father's here every day. I'm going to lose my mind. Because you're tough."

"- Say what. Neither is a sweet father like me, no - I guess I'll raise the children you're born with, because both Yuzef and Vika have gotten more comfortable. I need to raise you as a kind child..."

"Well, that's terrible."

Stannis laughs and looks at the usual rewards of parents and children.

"If your brother gets married, he'll be busy guarding the Kaminski family's grandson."

"If we get married."

My grandfather and my mother sighed all together.

When I imitate and sigh, I get poked from my mother.

Uncle Yuzef is in the middle of thirty.

Though male, being single is about the rare age.

Married when I was younger, but with a weak wife - she died in a few years of marriage and has been single ever since.

I'm not asking my wife to do this.

And my uncle used to blur on my mother.

"While I think of a woman who just seems like my wife... etc., it's easier to be alone step by step and it's a pain in the ass..."

Finally, when I'm in the military, I often leave my house empty, and I don't feel the need for a family, he said. Mother is a troubled thing because the trace of the Count's house can't always be single, she had a sigh of sigh...

"How could Sylvia invite you to our home when she came to King's Landing?"

Oh, and I raised my gaze.

Was my grandfather staring at my cousin, Sylvia, the widow of the Marquis family?

My mother looked at my grandfather with a frightened face.

"Do you have Master Sylvia? Brother Yuzef, please forgive me."

"Well, we're talking hypothetical. When I was a little girl, Master Sylvia missed Yuzef, and she said it was an impossible hope, and if you wish, it would come true. Well... just ask me what you want."

Sylvia, I can do it.

Sylvia is a widow of the Marquis, but she is formerly the eldest daughter of the Count, and her family and position are commensurate with that of Uncle Yusef in his years...

Sylvia is officially removed from the Marquis this time to return her surname to "Heltling".

I don't even need the mood for the Marquis anymore, so the suitors - there will be more.

Besides, it's a good story for a baby born in the Duke's house (my no) if you two get along.

If my mother's brother and my father's niece become husband and wife, it leads to stronger bonds between themselves......

I suppose my grandfather would do a lot of calculations for Vaza's turf.

Mother replied, "I know what you mean."

My mother, who is close to my sisters, has the hard resolve to say Sylvia's "Marriage is a dustpan" and - because I know her temperament as a pretty stubborn person, I don't think I can do it.

I remember Dominic Kirchner - occasionally his gorgeous appearance and Sylvia's bitter smile when I met Sylvia at home - and I felt a little complicated.

One way or another, though I'd rather support Dominic than my uncle.

- I don't see a pulse there.

"Will the Count go to Canaan?

When my grandfather kissed my mother's cheek, then, and stood up, Henrik, wearing a good boy's mask, snapped his neck by my grandfather as he put his back hands together.

Fucking Henrik.

Henrik is also natural and close to his grandfather because Aunt Yoanna admires his grandfather, Count Kaminski, as "like his father".

"Yeah, lay down a major role as ambassador to Canaan. I don't care if you're a big player, but you're actually the caretaker of Lord Zigmund Lehm."

Henrik told me that the negotiations between Cardina and the West (Tice) are finally going to be reconciled, and my grandfather is going to Canaan for that discussion.

Because he has been an advisor in the diplomatic service for many years, for apparent reasons, it also means a bridge between a hard-line lame and a moderate prime minister, I'm sure.

"Take care of yourself"

"- Thank you, Henrik. Shall I buy Henrik some souvenirs, too? What do you want?"

Henrik thought for a second and (intentionally) smiled at the prankster.

"I like horses of the western species."

Stannis, who was silently serving, just stopped moving and sent Henrik a gaze blaming him for "I can't do it," which I imitated as well.

Idiot Henrik! How many horses do you think you're gonna have?!!

Henrik looked interesting at Stannis and my reaction, then gave him a bit of an edge of his mouth.

"My father - he's looking for a horse to celebrate my admission. Hey, Count. If you had a merchant who trades good horses, would you tell my father? - What? Remilia, that face. How dare I buy the Count a horse without courtesy? Out of my mind."

Henrik is Phew, man. But when I said it, I exaggerated my shoulders and spread my hands.

Dear Henrik, obnoxious......

Before my eyes caught on, my grandfather made a mild laugh and took the spot back.

"I thought it was cheap. Once it's signed, the logistics with the West will go back to normal - find the right, smart, beautiful horse for Henrik."

Yay! and Henrik rejoices.

My grandfather kissed Henrik on his cheek and then gave me the same goodbye greeting gently.

"Let's bring something Western-inspired to Master Remilia."

My grandfather's souvenirs are always fun things.

I found his brown eyes, yes! and nodded vigorously.