MTL - Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King-Chapter 118 northbound rose

  Chapter 118 The Northbound Rose

  The huge convoy slowly drove out of High Court.

  Both sides of the road were crowded with people who came to see him off.

  On a luxurious carriage with hundreds of golden roses carved on the side, "Highgarden Rose" Margaery Tyrell lifted the curtains and waved to the crowd on the side of the road.

Whenever she passed by, the crowd erupted into cheers. Women raised their children to ask her to bless her. Men stared at her beautiful face and shouted her name. Children excitedly spread bright rose petals Sprinkle on the top of her head until her brown curls are colorful.

  The convoy drove for nearly five miles along the Rose Avenue, and the crowd of seeing off gradually thinned out.

  Margaery lowered the curtain, cleaned off the petals on her body with the assistance of the maid, and washed her face with warm spring water.

   "I'm afraid there is no nobleman who can win so much love from the commoners as you."

  Garlan Tyrell looked at his sister with a smile and said with emotion.

  Margaret untied the headband, letting her long, soft and curly hair hang over her shoulders, and said with a smile:

"How could it be? There are too many nobles who are more famous than me, Aegon the Conqueror, Nymeria the Warrior Queen, Savin the Mirror Shield... Everyone knows their stories. "

"It's different." Garland shook his head, "Aegon Targaryen's power and fame come from his dragon, Nymeria conquered Dorne with a halberd, 'Mirror Shield' Savin can be chanted The bard has been passed down to this day because he was able to defeat the dragon and save the princess, and people respect them more than they love them, but throughout the ages, there are really very few nobles who can conquer the people without relying on force."

   "What about Baelor I? He didn't rely on force to win the hearts of the people, did he?"

"'Blessed' Baylor did not rely on force, but he borrowed the brilliance of the Seven Gods, and he was too fanatical and made many stupid decisions." Garland looked at his sister with burning eyes, "This time Go to King's Landing, I believe you will be able to conquer the people there with your charm, and even win the love that no king in the history of the Iron Throne has ever received."

   "Brother, I'm ashamed of what you said. If outsiders hear it, they may think that our Tyrell family is a bunch of arrogant lunatics."

   "Hahaha..." Garland laughed, and stopped talking about the topic just now, and instead said, "I wanted Vilas to come with me this time, just to relax, but unfortunately he refused."

   Thinking of the grievances between her elder brother Vilas and Prince Oberyn, Margaery shook her head:

   "It's better not to, otherwise Vilas meets Prince Oberyn, who knows what will happen again."

   Garland sneered: "I just want my elder brother to come and watch Oberyn Martell stand trial, and even be convicted and beheaded!"

  Margaret changed her position on the soft recliner, and said a little uneasy:

   "I don't really want to see Prince Oberyn convicted..."

   Garland couldn't help but frowned, and reminded:

   "Sister, did you forget that this 'Red Viper' broke our brother's leg?"

"Of course I haven't forgotten. I haven't forgotten the hatred between Hewan and Dorne for thousands of years. But... you know, although it has been so long, every night when the night is quiet, I can't help thinking of The scene before Lord Jon Arryn died, his last cry always echoed in his ears..."

   "I often think about it too." Garland nodded solemnly, "Duke Jon is a respectable old man."

"That's right." Margaery stretched out her hand to brush the messy hair around her ears, and there was a little light in her brown eyes, "Duke Jon said before he died that he believed that Prince Oberyn was not the murderer who poisoned him, but he just didn't." I hope that my death will spark more violent conflict. If His Majesty convicts Prince Oberyn, perhaps all of Duke Jon's painstaking efforts will be in vain."

   Garland shrugged: "But guilty is guilty. The Seven Gods will not tolerate people like Oberyn Martell taking advantage of Duke Jon's kindness to get away with it."

   "Speaking of which, I actually don't quite believe that Prince Oberyn is the murderer who poisoned Duke Jon."

  Garland looked at his sister with an incredible gaze, and shouted:

   "Oh, Margaery, why do you have such an idea? You saw the situation at the time. Oberyn clearly wanted to kill Duke Jon. Everyone thought so."

   "No, not everyone." Margaery had a faint smile on her lips, "Baron Caesar also thinks that Prince Oberyn is not the real murderer."

   "What's the reason?"

"When the Duke's body was sent away that day, Sam once whispered to me that if Prince Oberyn did it, he would never appear at the banquet wearing armor and holding a halberd, because he was afraid that others would not suspect him as the murderer. ?"

Garland pondered for a moment, rubbed his chin, and said, "There is some truth in saying that. But it's also possible that Oberyn deliberately played this game to remove his suspicion. Besides, who else would Poison Duke Jon?"

   "I don't know about that. Sam guessed that some conspirator might deliberately blame Prince Oberyn for Duke Jon's death."

  Garland laughed loudly: "Sister, this Baron Caesar is very thoughtful. Does he know who this conspirator is?"

   "He didn't say."

Garland spread his hands: "So, this guy is also pretending to be deep and guessing randomly. There are so many conspiracies and tricks in this world. And among the people present at the time, I can't think of anyone else who has this ability and motivation To poison Lord Jon."

  Margaery grinned: "Brother, but grandma also agrees with Sam."

   "Grandma?" The smile on Garland's face disappeared immediately.

   Regarding Lady Olenna's judgment, Garland certainly did not dare to refute it lightly. The wisdom of this old lady is the key to the Tyrell family's ability to secure the position of Duke of Highgarden for half a century.

   After a while, Garland spoke again: "Did grandma say who was behind the death of Duke Jon?"

   "No. Grandmother doesn't seem too sure."

   "Then did she say what we should pay attention to when we come to King's Landing this time?"

   "Grandma said, let's come here to watch a big show." When she said this, doubts appeared on Margaery's delicate face.

   "A big show?"

"Yes. But grandma didn't say much. I guess, she should think that there may be follow-up to the death of Duke Jon. If this is really the trick of some conspirator, then the trial of Prince Oberyn this time, he may Will also make a move."

   Garland frowned and thought for a moment, and finally smiled in relief:

   "Forget it, even if there is a conspiracy, it is a conspiracy against Dorne, so let Martell have a headache. Since grandma just let us watch the show, it means that this conspiracy will not involve Highgarden."

  Margaery nodded approvingly: "Yes. Compared to this, there is another matter that gave grandma a headache."

  Garland immediately understood: "You are talking about Vilas's marriage, right?"

   "Yes." Margaery frowned slightly, and sighed, "I know my grandmother, she was really angry when Earl Alister Florent refused to marry his granddaughter to Vilas."

"Hmph! I also don't understand what that old guy in Brightwater City is thinking. Even if Vilas has a broken leg, he is still the heir of Gaoting. Isn't he worthy of his granddaughter?" Garland waved his hand angrily. He smashed the books in the small table heavily, "The old guy still wants to marry his granddaughter to Baron Caesar?"

  Margaery shook her head lightly: "No, I heard that the little Florent girl is engaged to Dickon Tarly."

   "Dickon? Not his brother?"

"No. However, in fact, the nature is similar. Grandma thinks that the Florens family clearly rejected the olive branch extended by the Tyrell family, and they are all thinking about building an alliance with the Horn-Tali family. Oh, yes, this alliance Plus Yingzui Island, and even Starfall City..."

"No wonder grandma is angry." Garland curled his lips, then suddenly thought of something, and said, "By the way, isn't that Baron Caesar the knight you handbooked yourself? Could it be that your charm can't make him approach High Court? "

Margaery rolled her cute eyes: "Brother, you overestimate my charm. In fact, although Sam didn't say it clearly, I know that during the last war with Dorne, High Court has kept silent. A rift has been carved in his heart. Hey, it may not be so easy to make up for it in the future. "

   "Who would have known that kid could fight so well at the time." Garland also shook his head and sighed, "I'm afraid he will be another Randyll Tarly in the future. We really miscalculated last time."

  Margaery also sighed, and fell into silence, her deer-like eyes were shining brightly, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

  Starting from High Court, head north along the Rose Avenue all the way to King's Landing.

  The speed of the Tyrell family's convoy was not fast, and they stayed at Bitter Bridge and the Royal Forest for a few days to rest. By the time they arrived in King's Landing, it was already more than 20 days later.

   "Loras!"

  Margaery leaned out of the car window and waved her arms to the third brother who came to greet her.

"Little sister, haha, long time no see, you look beautiful again!" Loras Tyrell came to the side of the wheel palace on a white horse, and when he saw his second brother poked his head out, "Garland, why are you getting fat again! "

  Garland threw the leftover nutshell at his younger brother, and scolded with a smile, "I'm not getting fat!"

  Loras smiled and avoided: "No, no. You are stronger."

   Garland snorted softly: "Boy, let's compare when we have time to see if your spear skills have fallen."

   "Okay." Loras readily agreed, "Let's go, I'll take you into the city!"

   Margaery lay by the window, looking at the towering city wall not far away, and asked:

   "Is His Majesty in the city?"

   "Not here." Loras rode on the side of the carriage, "Your Majesty has gone to Winterfell."

   "Winterfell?" Margaery's eyes flashed with surprise, "Is he going to invite Eddard Stark, the Duke of the North, to come to King's Landing as the Hand of the King?"

   "Exactly."

   "It's really Duke Ed." Margaery's mouth slightly turned up, "It seems that what grandma said is right, this Northern Wolf King is our king's real brother."

  (end of this chapter)