"Duke Green, you are like a knight blessed by the gods."
Sunlight filtered through the dappled leaves, casting soft light and shadows in strands, as Green and Margaery walked side by side.
The Maiden's Garden bloomed with brilliant colors and exuded a charming fragrance.
"Miss Margaery, you are naturally blessed with all the best things in the world. The Seven Kingdoms all know you are favored by the gods above."
The two exchanged glances, Green with a perfectly appropriate smile on his face, and Margaery curling her fingers.
Under the shade of the trees, Margaery paused. She said softly, "Duke Green, since coming to the Red Keep, I often find it difficult to sleep. I took the liberty of inviting you for a walk under the pretext of state affairs…"
She looked up at Green: "I want to… find more familiar people. In this unfamiliar Red Keep, perhaps it can soothe my uneasy heart."
Green looked at Margaery's slightly pale face and asked with concern, "…Have you found the reason?"
Margaery put her hands behind her waist, smiled with pursed lips, and said, "I've thought about it carefully. Perhaps it's because the days before the wedding have been too peaceful…"
She paused, then suddenly said, "Perhaps it's because the last incomplete marriage… left too deep a memory for me."
Upon hearing this, Green frowned: "Miss Margaery, is someone discussing this matter?"
Margaery shook her head slightly: "I just… for some reason, I've been thinking about that time a lot recently. I mean… I suddenly got into a carriage bound for the Stormlands. At that time… I didn't even know what was happening…"
She seemed lost in thought: "I still remember that it was drizzling that night, and I was terrified, but I kept telling myself that I was a Tyrell of Highgarden, and no matter how scared I was, I couldn't cry. Later, I learned that I was actually going to marry Renly… I can't describe in words how desperate I was then, but I didn't dare show it. I could only play my role well."
Green sighed softly and said, "The situation at that time was too complicated. Renly almost misled the entire Seven Kingdoms."
He glanced at Margaery, whose eyes were slightly red, hesitated, and said, "My Miss Margaery, please do not worry. Although not many people talk about it, everyone actually knows about his… unusual preference."
He patted his chest: "Please forgive my presumption."
Margaery gently shook her head, her moist, deer-like eyes looking at him: "Duke Green, we are already good friends. I am very grateful for your honesty."
Her slender hand rested on Green's chest: "I also want to tell you that you are the most outstanding knight I have ever seen…"
She leaned in slightly: "I see the legendary knight praised in poems and songs."
Their gazes met. After a moment, Green's left hand gently clasped her hand, and then… rested on his right arm.
"To be honest, I've never been this nervous even when facing tens of thousands of troops, beautiful lady."
Green moved his right arm, his tone slightly helpless: "The knight's pounding heart has not yet calmed. Please allow me to continue our walk with you."
Margaery let out a clear laugh: "With pleasure."
She linked her arms through Green's and looked up at him: "Please lead the way, Knight Green."
After walking aimlessly for a while, Margaery suddenly exhaled softly, then she happily scanned the lawn, which was like a soft carpet, and said, "Perhaps what truly worries me is whether I can be a good King's wife and Queen of the Seven Kingdoms."
Having said that, Margaery first released Green, then slightly lifted her skirt and slipped off her delicate shoes. Green's gaze inadvertently caught sight of a pair of bare feet, made even whiter by the green grass.
Her instep arched gracefully, slowly stepping onto the tender green grass, and she murmured, "I love this feeling so much…"
She paced for several steps and said, "Duke Green, do you believe I can be a good Queen of the Seven Kingdoms?"
Green's eyes trembled slightly. She slowly approached: "Are you looking forward to the new Queen of the Seven Kingdoms?"
A look of hesitation flashed across Green's face. He moved his lips, preparing to speak, but Margaery, who had come closer, gently placed her raised index finger on his lips.
She looked at him: "Duke Green, if you are willing, I can promise you that the child of Joffrey and I… will be betrothed to your child."
Green's Adam's apple bobbed. After her finger left, he finally spoke: "May I ask what your condition is…"
Margaery smiled, staring at him motionlessly.
Green opened his mouth, then finally sighed: "Miss Margaery, please give me some time to consider."
Margaery was very gentle. She smiled softly: "Of course, wonderful things are always worth looking forward to, Duke Green."
Green rubbed his head, then looked at the sun and made a gesture to invite: "I will escort you back, Miss Margaery."
After bidding farewell to Margaery, once they left the Maiden's Garden, Ser Anguy approached Green and whispered, "My Lord, Osney Kettleblack has been following Miss Tyrell. He was just hiding in the garden."
Green nodded slightly: "Leave him be for now."
He glanced towards Maegors Holdfast, then looked back at the Maiden's Garden, and as he walked, he said, "Anguy, go tell the captain of the Gold Cloaks guarding the dungeon that this afternoon… I will visit Tyrion."
Maiden's Garden.
Megga Tyrell said with an exaggerated expression: "Oh, my poor Airo, stop looking. Duke Green has already gone far away."
Elora Tyrell's face flushed slightly, and she said, "I wasn't looking at him. I was just wondering…"
Margaery pursed her lips and smiled: "My Airo, what are you wondering about?"
Megga laughed heartily: "Miss Margaery, she can't answer you, I guarantee it."
Airo lightly punched Megga: "I think I saw a guard from Maegors Holdfast. Why would he be here… I've seen him before, he has a big hooked nose, very recognizable."
She punched Megga again, huffing: "I'll find my handsome knight very soon."
Megga hugged the blushing Airo and said playfully, "We'll all help you, my affectionate girl."
Margaery smiled and shook her head, saying, "Help me change my dress, Grandmother is waiting for me."
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Dungeon.
Tyrion lay on the bed, staring blankly at the bedspread above.
"Duke Crabb, the Lord Hand has ordered… uh…"
Hearing the commotion outside, Tyrion immediately came to his senses. He sat up and looked towards the cell door.
Soon he heard the sound of unlocking, then the door opened, and Green's figure appeared in the doorway.
Green walked in, casually looked around, and said, "It seems you're quite comfortable here, Tyrion."
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