The wheels of the Royal carriage slowly turned, eventually coming to a halt, as a breeze stirred up dust.
When the attendant opened the carriage door, King Joffrey was the first to emerge, one hand on his hip, chin raised, proudly surveying the bowing crowd.
After adequately demonstrating his royal majesty, Joffrey slowly descended the wooden steps from the carriage door.
Once he stood firm, his lips pursed, and he announced loudly, "My Lords and Ladies! It is my honor to introduce to you my fiancée—the future Queen of the Seven Kingdoms—Miss Margaery of House Tyrell!"
With that, he elegantly extended a hand towards the carriage door.
Buzz!
When the figure of the Little Rose of Highgarden appeared under the gaze of the crowd, cheers immediately erupted.
Even before she arrived in King's Landing, the bread from the Riverlands had already earned her the love of the people of King's Landing, and today… her beauty continued to conquer the city.
Lord Greene raised an eyebrow, seeing the shyness on Margaery's small face; was she playing the part of a demure… lady?
Green's gaze shifted slightly, and he glanced at Joffrey, who was currently beaming with pleasure; he preferred noble… vases.
Sometimes… Joffrey was very good at disguising himself, truly the son of the Lioness.
Feeling Margaery's gaze, Lord Greene returned a slight smile.
The nobles, according to their rank, stepped forward one by one to greet the King and his fiancée, making the whole process tedious and lengthy.
More than halfway through the greetings, just as Green was feeling bored, King Joffrey seemed to hear his thoughts.
He impatiently waved his hand at the crowd: "That's enough."
Then, turning to the Little Rose, he said haughtily, "Miss Margaery, to welcome your arrival, I have prepared a tourney, let us go directly there."
Margaery first nodded gently and politely to the embarrassed nobles, then looked up at Joffrey, her beautiful eyes curving into crescents: "I very much enjoy watching tourneys, you are so thoughtful, My King."
Joffrey's face showed clear excitement: "You like them too? I will order them to put on the most spectacular fights for you, they would never dare to disappoint you."
Margaery's eyes trembled slightly, and she smiled like a blooming flower: "Unparalleled courage deserves everyone's praise, I am very honored, I look forward to it immensely, King."
Joffrey's face flushed slightly, and he smiled and nodded, eagerly leading the Little Rose away.
Ser Kevan now approached Joffrey, and politely said: "King, they are waiting to offer you and your fiancée their sincere blessings."
Joffrey frowned and said, "You arrange another time, I am very busy, move aside."
Ser Kevan moved one step, once again blocking Joffrey who was about to leave, and he leaned in slightly: "King, most of the remaining people are your Crownlands vassals, they have prepared for a long time for today."
"You…"
Joffrey glanced at Margaery beside him; his fiancée was right there watching, yet Ser Kevan repeatedly offended the King's authority, which added a hint of anger to his voice: "Do as I command, I have more important matters, move aside!"
The surrounding sounds gradually quieted, and Joffrey scanned his surroundings, his face turning crimson.
Ser Kevan's expression was amiable, and he still stood motionlessly, blocking Joffrey's path.
Just as Joffrey was about to roar, Hand of the King Tywin's voice rang out: "Ser Kevan, please entertain our esteemed guests on behalf of the King, the King's mother has prepared a sumptuous lunch at Maegors Holdfast."
Ser Kevan patted his chest, and gracefully stepped aside, clearing the path for Joffrey.
With a cold snort, Joffrey cast a triumphant glance at Margaery; she carefully grasped the hand he extended, and the Little King immediately raised his head proudly.
Subsequently, Joffrey helped Margaery onto a snow-white horse led by a Kingsguard, while he himself leaped onto another, more robust white horse, and the two rode directly into the Red Keep.
Watching Joffrey lead Margaery directly away, Lord Mace was still immersed in the joy of his daughter soon becoming the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, while Green rubbed his head in a headache, and seeing Hand of the King Tywin's gaze shift towards him, he shrugged helplessly.
After a period of silence, Ser Kevan, at Hand of the King Tywin's signal, appeased the Crownlands nobles who had not been able to meet the King.
As the Duke of Casterly Rock's younger brother, he introduced the delicacies and fine wines Queen Cersei had specially prepared for them at Maegors Holdfast, like an attendant, and the atmosphere quickly became lively again.
Looking at the "active" Ser Kevan, a smile flitted across Green's lips; at this time, Queen Cersei was indeed needed to soothe people's hearts, she was the King's mother, very suitable, and very reasonable.
It must be admitted that as long as Queen Cersei remained in the Red Keep, much of Lannister's power would be difficult to circumvent her; conversely… she could also influence Lannister's power.
Once Joffrey and Margaery had completely disappeared, Green suddenly thought of another issue.
Normally, Joffrey and Margaery should have first gone to Maegors Holdfast, where… Queen Cersei and a group of high-ranking noblewomen were waiting for them.
But judging by Joffrey's demeanor, he had already ignored this thoughtful arrangement.
Margaery being taken by Joffrey to watch his small tourney, according to the Lioness's personality, she would surely view this action as the Little Rose's provocation towards her.
As for the "mastermind" Joffrey… how could her son make a mistake!
It must have been the cunning Little Rose who incited her Joffrey!
"Duke Greene Crabb."
Hearing the voice, Green turned around, revealing a slight smile, and patted his chest: "Good day, Lady Olenna."
He again patted his chest and said, "I apologize, I was just about to greet you, but… a small mishap occurred here."
"The old woman also saw that surprise."
Lady Olenna grasped her cane with one hand, walking with a shuffle, followed by her personal guards, the twin brothers Alyn and Allar.
She looked Green up and down with a benevolent gaze, and said: "Duke Green, the young people of Highgarden most enjoy discussing you at banquets, I remember… they used to most enjoy discussing Lord Randyll."
She sighed: "Young people yearn to gallop on the battlefield, but they never see the dangers there."
She sighed again: "Beautiful wives can only stay at home, anxious, watching those poor children who wash their faces with tears all day long…"
Pausing slightly, she continued indignantly: "This old woman truly wishes to send them another husband."
People around them were gradually entering the Red Keep, and Green couldn't help but laugh: "Kind Lady, although it is… well-intentioned, the husbands who have already gone to war would go mad."
Lady Olenna smiled, her deep eyes gazing at the Red Keep, as if she was lamenting: "If the women in the Red Keep act recklessly, the men of the entire Seven Kingdoms will go mad."
Green's eyes flickered imperceptibly, and he too followed Lady Olenna's gaze towards the Red Keep, saying with a smile: "It seems neither the King nor the Hand of the King Tywin can go to war."
Lady Olenna withdrew her gaze, stared at Green for a moment, then suddenly asked: "Will you go to war?"
Since there were no other people around, Lord Greene chose to speak truthfully: "Lady Olenna, I am like most people; I hope the Seven Kingdoms will end the war as soon as possible. If needed, Crabb's army can be dispatched at any time, but Hand of the King Tywin does not currently need assistance from others."
Lady Olenna lightly tapped her cane on the ground a few times, and said: "Isn't Hand of the King Tywin the one who most hopes for an end to the chaos?"
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