iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 475 King's Landing 2
The dense sound of horse hooves came from far away, shaking the ground slightly. Hundreds of marigold flags fluttered in the wind, and hundreds of cavalry gathered like a surging tide, as if surging through a gorgeous sea of ​​flowers.

The knights' armor gleamed coldly in the sun. Earl Matus looked up and could clearly tell from their coats of arms that these people came from the Valley, the Riverlands, and the Crown.

Among them, several captains of the city gate guards dressed in gorgeous armor and golden robes were particularly eye-catching.

Count Matus' neck rolled involuntarily, and a strong sense of uneasiness and vigilance surged in his heart... King's Landing was already under the control of Duke Green, or rather, he was about to take the entire city into his hands.

The Duke of Metz must enter King's Landing as soon as possible. Only in this way can the interests of the River Reach be protected. This is Count Matus's first judgment.

At the same time, he also knew clearly that Miss Margery must not become a bargaining chip for Duke Green to threaten the River Bay.

Thinking of this, Count Matus's broad chest rose and fell, and he exhaled slowly to keep himself calm.

He spoke slowly, his voice steady and firm: "Respected Duke Crab, the situation in King's Landing is in chaos. At this time, the friendship between Tyrell and Crab will be related to the stability of the kingdom. This friendship is particularly precious."

After a pause, he continued, "Especially at a time like this, if you don't allow me to accompany Lady Margaery, it is very likely that unnecessary misunderstandings will arise between Tyrell and Crabbe... and once a misunderstanding occurs, the consequences will be disastrous."

With his right hand on his chest, he bowed slightly to Green and said, "I will send my servant to report to the Duke of Mace. For the sake of the kingdom and the king, please allow me to follow Lady Margaery and fulfill my responsibilities and obligations as a knight of the Reach."

After listening to Matus' sincere words mixed with a hint of threat, Green's hand lightly tapped the ruby ​​hilt of the sword at his waist.

After a brief and solemn silence, Green's voice came over: "Give him a horse."

After saying that, Green threw his blue cloak embroidered with swamp marigolds and turned to walk towards the carriage.

Green's "concession" came as a surprise to Matus, who was stunned at first.

But he reacted quickly and reached out to take the reins handed to him by a man in a blue robe.

When he got on his horse and saw Matus's eyes sweeping over his guards, the voice of the captain of the Iron Gate Guard, Sir Damien Gort, came over.

"Lord Rowan, they have no horses."

The captain of the king's guard, Sir Ross Raggedett, laughed. "Yes, Lord Green's orders are to send him a horse."

"Your ragged guards have no place."

Amid the laughter of the gold-cloaked captains, Count Matus glanced at them coldly, gripped the hilt of his sword, and said, "I alone am enough."

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Bang, the carriage door was closed.

Sitting down slowly in the carriage, Green first took off his cloak and put it aside, then turned his head... his eyes met a pair of watery eyes beside him.

Margaret was wearing a grey coarse dress like a nun. She looked up at him with her head slightly tilted upwards, her hands folded in front of her belly, and she sat with her waist straightened, in a very graceful posture.

At this time, the Little Rose of High Garden had regained her usual composure. She smiled at him, her rosy lips slightly parted, like a blooming flower.

"Long time no see, my knight..."

At this moment, the carriage suddenly shook slightly, interrupting Margaret's next words.

The carriage with the marigold flag began to move slowly forward.

After a pause, Little Rose was about to continue speaking, but her eyes widened. Green suddenly came over, and she lay passively on the soft chair, while he looked down at her.

Margery's sandals fell onto the carpet under the chair.

The skirt had been pulled up to the waist. Little Rose moved her slender and round legs. She said in panic: "Duke Green, you...can't do this...um..."

The slightly cool lips pressed against hers, and Margaret's eyes opened wider. After a long while, she closed her eyes and gently responded to his kiss.

When their lips parted, Little Rose reached out and grabbed Marigold's hand to stop it from wandering around her body.

Margaery's breathing was a little rapid. She stared at him: "The kingdom is waiting for you, now..."

Then, she saw a hint of "pain" flash across Green's face, and she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She raised her hand and stroked Green's cheek, saying softly, "I will make it up to you next time, my knight. I just got my period."

.........

After Green sat down again, Margaret also stood up. She first adjusted her skirt, smoothed the wrinkled hem, and then smoothed her long brown curly hair.

Green untied the wine bag hanging around his waist, pulled out the cork, raised his head and took a big sip. After a pause, he suddenly said, "Miss Margaret, do you remember the first time we met?"

"of course."

Margaret gently tossed her hair back and nodded. She stared at him with her watery elk eyes and said gently, "You wanted me at that time, the Baron of Whispering Castle from Crab Claw Peninsula."

Green curled his lips, and after a moment of silence, he sighed and said, "I have to admit that I still underestimated your wisdom. I really didn't expect... Cersei would lose so quickly."

He took a sip of his wine. "Congratulations, Miss Margery."

Hearing this, Margaery's brown eyes trembled slightly. She shook her head and said sadly, "No, Cersei, and me, she and I... are actually both losers. We both underestimated the cruelty of the High Sparrow."

She leaned gently against Green's chest and whispered, "Just call me Margaery, my good knight."

After a pause, Green's voice came from above Margaret's head: "I feel that the wooden cart was not an accident."

Margery nodded slightly in Green's arms, then wrapped her arms tightly around his waist.

Green continued: "The dignity of the royal family was trampled upon by the Church of the Seven Gods in public..."

He lowered his eyes, and his sight was on Margaery's smooth hair: "...I heard that the High Sparrow intends to put you on trial for some of the charges. Are you still going to cooperate with him, Margaery?"

Margaery raised a hand. "I am thirsty too, knight."

Taking the wine bag from Green, she took a sip and then spoke slowly: "I am afraid of Sparrow's rudeness, but my groundless accusations..."

She sighed softly: "Perhaps only the trial of the church can prove my innocence."

With one hand on Green's chest, she looked up at him, her voice filled with helplessness and powerlessness: "As the king's fiancée, the future queen of the Seven Kingdoms, when I was framed by those people, I had no more choices, my dear Green."

(End of this chapter)