Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

"liquor!"

King Robert yelled, "Damn it, didn't you see my flagon was empty?"

The servant Lancel Lannister hurried to change a jug of wine.

Robert gulped down a swig, then blew his nose at the squire again and scolded:

"Damn it, undress me! None of you Lannisters can give me peace of mind!"

Lancel lowered his head and stepped forward to help the king undress.

As soon as he unbuttoned his collar, he heard the door knocking.

Lancel ran to open the door again, and saw the king's younger brother, Lord Renly, standing outside.

"Your Majesty hasn't slept yet?"

"No."

Lord Renly entered the room, greeted his brother, and waved Lancel away.

When there were only two brothers left in the room, Robert glanced at his younger brother expressionlessly, and said angrily:

"What are you running here for?"

Duke Renly smiled slightly, stepped forward to pour a glass of wine for his brother himself, and handed it to him:

"Long time no see, let me visit my brother, can't I?"

Robert sneered, as if he had known his younger brother's tricks for a long time, and said bluntly, "Tell me, what do you want this time?"

Duke Renly showed a hurt expression: "My dear brother, do you think my brother is a person who only knows how to take but doesn't know what to give back?"

"As long as you honestly be your Duke of Storm's End, that is the greatest reward for me."

"Don't worry about this brother, the nobles in the Stormlands are very loyal to me."

"Shit!" Robert sneered again, "Smiling at you at the banquet, and a few more flattery is loyalty? It hasn't been tested by blood and fire, isn't their loyalty shit!"

Lord Renly was wise not to quarrel with his brother on this point, and instead said:

"Brother, I came here this time to give you a gift."

Robert took another sip of his wine and said casually:

"what gift?"

"A delicate rose."

"What roses?" Robert waved his hand impatiently. "You might as well give me some barrels of good wine."

Duke Renly had no choice but to explain:

"Brother, I mean the rose from Highgarden, Miss Margaery Tyrell, you saw her before. Pretty?"

Robert rolled his eyes and said angrily, "Beautiful! Of course it is beautiful! But brother, it's no problem for you to find a woman for my brother, but can you find someone who is not so troublesome? No matter how beautiful that rose is, but I If I fuck her, won't the Tyrell family bother me to death?"

Duke Renly smiled: "Then you should marry her. In this way, the Tyrell family will only be grateful to you!"

"What nonsense idea is that!" cursed Robert. "Are you going to find me a woman, or get me into trouble? What about Cersei's lioness after marrying that rose?"

"Hurry back to Casterly Rock." Duke Renly said lightly, "Anyway, you've already been tired of her."

"I'm sick of every woman who stays in my bed for more than three days. Do you want me to change my queen every day?" Robert added, with a flash of memory in his eyes, "except Lyanna, but she's dead .”

Duke Renly tentatively asked: "Brother, don't you think that Miss Margaery is very similar to that Miss Lyanna?"

"Bullshit," Robert cursed again, "you've never seen Lyanna Stark, what nonsense."

A trace of astonishment flashed in Duke Renly's eyes, but he still persuaded:

"Even so, Margaery is much smarter and more sensible than Cersei, and the Tyrell family is not as ambitious as the Lannister family. If you marry..."

"What's the matter with you today?" Robert looked at his brother suspiciously. "Did that idiot Mace Tyrell look for you?"

"Of course not." Lord Renly denied immediately.

Robert snorted heavily: "Cersei was well-behaved and sensible back then, and that old lion of Tywin helped me capture King's Landing and gave me the Iron Throne. If I drive her daughter back now, Tywin will swallow it What about this? And Cersei gave me three children anyway, so as long as she doesn't make too much noise, I can bear it."

Lord Renly's eyes flickered, and he seemed to want to say something, but he hesitated for a while, but he still didn't say it.

After a moment of silence, he spoke again:

"But brother, that son Cersei gave birth to you, Joffrey, hehe, don't you know what he looks like?"

"Enough!" Robert slammed his glass on the table. "I don't know why the gods gave me such a son! But what can I do? He is my eldest son, heir to the Iron Throne! So, Renly , you'd better show him some respect."

Lord Renly seemed to have something more to say, but Robert had lost his patience and interrupted:

"Okay, that's all for this matter, if you want to say one more word, get the hell out of me and go back to Storm's End!"

"Yes." Duke Renly said helplessly.

Robert's expression slowed down a little, and he asked instead, "How is the situation in King's Landing?"

"Everything is fine. It's just that there were two more deaths in the Reach and Dorne." Lord Renly briefly described what happened to Hobber Redwin and Gerald Dayne.

After hearing this, Robert sneered: "For a woman? Hehe, these two sides can really quarrel!"

But he was obviously not interested in this incident, so after taking a sip of wine, he changed the subject:

"How are the preparations for the trial about the murder of Jon Arryn going? Are the 'Red Viper' and the nobles present at that time all present?"

"They're all here. But Lady Lysa hasn't arrived yet."

Robert frowned. "Is Lysa Tully still in the Eyrie?"

"Yes. She seemed genuinely frightened. I wrote three letters and she didn't want to come to King's Landing."

"How can this be done. This trial is to bring justice to his husband. How could she not come? Besides, Jon's son is also in her hands?"

"Yes, Robert Arryn. He is only six years old. He is said to be in poor health and often falls ill."

"The child is named after me. I have to help him find a suitable adoptive father, otherwise what will happen if he grows up in the hands of a woman." Robert paused, and then ordered to his brother, "You personally Go to the Eyrie! Bring their mother and son back to King's Landing."

Duke Renly didn't expect that what he had been planning for so long would fail, and that he would be hit on the head by such an unlucky errand, but seeing his brother's serious eyes, he had no choice but to nod:

"Okay, brother."

...

next morning.

Facing the bright morning light, the king's mighty team set off again.

Samwell rode in the procession and saw Duke Renly leaving the large army with dozens of guards and heading east.

Rubbing his chin, he guessed the whereabouts of the king's younger brother, and whether he had recommended Margaery Tyrell to his elder brother.

However, seeing Duke Renly being driven away, Samwell felt that this guy's plan was mostly rejected by the king.

"Hey! Sam, what are you thinking?"

A crisp and agile voice sounded behind him.

Samwell turned his head and saw Margaery Tyrell riding a horse to his side. She didn't wear a long skirt today, but changed into tight brown breeches, which outlined a pair of shapely and straight long legs. She was wearing a light green chiffon shirt with a gold rose brooch on her upper body, and a crown on her head. Playful velvet hat with a circle of water waves decorated with gold thread on the brim, shining brightly in the sun.

It was rare to see the heroic side of "Highgarden Rose", and Samwell couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"I was thinking, Miss Margery, why are you in such a good mood today?"

Margaery gave Samwell a white look: "Should I be in a bad mood?"

Samwell smiled mysteriously, and said in a low voice: "Shouldn't you? After all, your dream of becoming a queen has been shattered."

The expression on Margery's face froze slightly, wondering how Samwell would know such a confidential matter, but immediately, she heard the baron say again:

"Prince Joffrey is engaged to Miss Sansa of the Stark family. You shouldn't be heartbroken."

Margaery stretched out her hand to brush the messy black hair around her ear, and she was slightly relieved.

However, she also had a little doubt—why did Sam seem to be testing herself on purpose?

It was the same in Starfall City last time, he wouldn't know anything, would he?

impossible.

She immediately dismissed the idea.

It should be just a coincidence.

"His Royal Highness Joffrey and Miss Sansa are very suitable. As for my dream..." Margaery smiled, "Which little girl hasn't had an unrealistic dream? She didn't really expect it to come true."

Samwell took a deep look at her: "But it doesn't make you happier, does it?"

"The sun is so beautiful, the breeze is so warm, and the flowers, plants and butterflies are all around you, why not be happy." Margaret said, the smile on her face became brighter and brighter than the summer sun.

In fact, after learning from her younger brother Loras Tyrell last night that the king had rejected Duke Renly's proposal, she felt an uncontrollable sense of relief and joy.

She really didn't want to marry King Robert.

After all, which lady has never dreamed of Prince Charming, and the fat and old king who likes to drink and flirt with girls obviously has nothing to do with Prince Charming.

However, when her grandmother told her that the Tyrell family wanted to make her queen, Margaery did not object.

She knew that this was her duty as a Tyrell.

The family has given her excellent living conditions, an incomparably noble status, and a reputation that everyone admires, but it also requires her to make sacrifices for the interests of the family when necessary.

She didn't want to live up to her grandmother's expectations, and she didn't want to shatter her father's dream, but occasionally in the dead of night, she would secretly pray to the Seven Gods.

And now, it seems that the Seven Gods have responded.

Although a little guilty, Margery is really happy.

"There is still a chance, I believe you will be able to realize your dream." Samwell sincerely sent blessings.

"Really?" Margaery giggled, "Then when I become queen, I will definitely invite you to the wedding! And I will give you the best position!"

Samwell also laughed:

"Okay! Then I will definitely prepare the best gift for you!"