GOT: My Secret Lover is sansa-Chapter 106 Margaery Tyrell

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Alaric left the Northern camp in the dark. Heavy rain beat down on him. He brought no wagons and no Northern lords. He only brought his black warhorse, five giant Blood Knights, and Rivy.

They rode hard all night. Thick mud stuck to his horse’s legs. Then, the sun came up.

A blue box popped up in Alaric’s vision.

[Passive Activated: Solar Forge] Stamina and Health Regeneration increased by 300%. Physical exhaustion neutralized.

The pain in his legs stopped. His breathing slowed down. The tiredness from staying awake all night disappeared. His muscles felt completely fresh. He kicked his horse to go faster.

They did not stop once for the next three days. Normal men and horses would have died from this pace. But Alaric didn’t get tired in the sun, and his Blood Knights didn’t need to breathe or eat. The heavy footsteps of the giant knights perfectly matched his horse. They just ran south down the kingsroad.

Twice, they ran into enemy scouts. The scouts drew their swords and yelled at them to stop. Alaric didn’t even look at them. He just kept riding. By the time the scouts turned their horses around to chase them, Alaric and his knights were already gone. They moved too fast.

On the afternoon of the fourth day, the mud turned to dry grass. The air felt warm. Alaric pulled his horse to a stop on top of a hill. He looked down.

Bitterbridge.

One hundred thousand men camped in the massive valley. Thousands of bright tents covered the grass. In the distance, men cheered at a tourney.

Alaric looked down at his own armor. It was covered in dried mud. He looked at his five Blood Knights. Their red and black armor was coated in road dust. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"Stay close," Alaric said to his knights. "Do not draw your weapons unless I tell you."

He made his tired horse walk down the hill and straight into the camp. He didn’t stop at the edge to talk to the perimeter guards. He just rode right past them. The camp was so big and crowded that nobody stopped him at first.

But as they got closer to the center, people started to notice. Soldiers stopped working. Knights backed away. They all stared in total silence at the five seven-foot-tall giants walking behind the dark rider.

Alaric ignored them. He looked around until he saw a massive green tent with a golden rose on it. House Tyrell.

Twelve Tyrell guards in clean green armor stood out front. When they saw the giant Blood Knights, their eyes went wide. They quickly crossed their spears in front of the door.

"Halt!" the guard captain yelled. His voice shook a little. "This is the Tyrell tent. Tell us what you want, or we will kill you."

Alaric got off his horse. His boots hit the dirt. He didn’t reach for his sword. His face showed no emotion at all. He walked right up to the sharp spear points.

"Tell Lady Margaery her appointment is here," Alaric said quietly. "I am right on time."

The guard captain swallowed hard. He stared at Alaric’s cold eyes, then quickly nodded to one of his men. The guard ran inside the large green tent.

Alaric held out the reins of his tired black horse. A young Tyrell squire was standing nearby, staring with wide eyes.

"Take him," Alaric said. "Water him. Do not feed him yet. Let him cool down."

The boy flinched, took the leather straps with shaking hands, and quickly pulled the horse away from the giant Blood Knights.

A moment later, the heavy green tent flap opened. Margaery Tyrell stepped out into the sunlight. She wore a bright dress of green silk and spun gold. Her brown hair fell perfectly over her shoulders. Right behind her walked a small, old woman with a wrinkled face and sharp eyes. Olenna Tyrell leaned heavily on her wooden cane, watching Alaric closely.

Margaery looked at the thick, dried mud covering Alaric’s dark leather armor. Then she looked at the five towering, silent giants standing behind him. She hid her shock well and put on a warm, polite smile.

"Lord Thorne," Margaery said. Her voice was smooth and welcoming. "Welcome to Bitterbridge. We have been expecting you."

Alaric just looked at her and gave a single nod.

"Please, come inside," Margaery said. She stepped aside and held her hand out toward the open tent flap.

Alaric turned his head slightly to his five Blood Knights. "Hold the door. Let no one in."

The five giant knights turned around in perfect unison. They faced the crowd of staring soldiers and crossed their heavy, dark weapons right in front of the entrance. The Tyrell guards quickly backed away from them.

Alaric stepped past Margaery and walked into the tent.

It was huge inside. Thick, colorful carpets covered the dirt floor. Large braziers kept the air warm. A heavy wooden table sat in the center, covered with silver plates of fresh fruit, cheese, and a pitcher of dark wine.

Olenna Tyrell walked past him and sat down in a large cushioned chair at the table. Margaery walked in right after him and sat in the chair next to her grandmother.

Alaric pulled out the empty wooden chair across from them and sat down. He sat up straight. He did not take off his dirty riding gloves, and he did not take off his heavy winter cloak.

Margaery picked up the silver pitcher and poured a cup of red wine. She slid it across the wooden table toward him.

Alaric looked at the cup, but he did not touch it. He kept his hands resting on his legs.

Olenna Tyrell leaned back, her fingers laced over the head of her cane. She studied the dried mud on Alaric’s boots with a look of mild amusement.

"A truly remarkable entrance, Lord Thorne," Olenna said, her voice smooth and polished. "One doesn’t often see the North arrive with such... intensity. We were just discussing your recent success. Capturing Ser Jaime is a feat that has set every tongue in the camp wagging. You must be quite exhausted from such a spirited journey."

Margaery leaned forward, her expression a mask of soft, curious warmth. She didn’t look at his armor; she looked only at his eyes.

"It is an honor to finally meet with you again," Margaery added, her voice like silk. "But surely, a commander of your standing has many duties in the Riverlands. To ride so far, and so fast... it suggests a matter of great importance. We are touched that you chose to share your limited time with us."

She paused, tilting her head with a graceful, smile.

"How may House Tyrell be of service to you, Commander??"

"I have come to offer a more stable foundation for your ambitions," Alaric said. He didn’t raise his voice, but the weight of it changed the air in the room. "I am here to propose a marriage. Between myself and Lady Margaery."

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