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The Sept had been scrubbed until not a speck of dust remained. Even the statues of the Seven had been freshly painted, making them look as if they were about to come alive. The Father's golden beard radiated a halo under the sunlight, and the Maiden's pearl-adorned eyes appeared holy and innocent.
The Mother, the Smith, the Warrior, the Crone, the Stranger—the characteristics of all Seven Gods were highlighted perfectly.
Presiding over Jon and Margaery's wedding was a High Septon who had traveled all the way from the Starry Sept. Originally, the Tyrells had thought about using some "coin power."
But the Starry Sept, headquarters of the Faith of the Seven, seemed to feel the threat of the Red God's faith and decided to make an appearance at this important wedding.
Margaery, the Rose of Highgarden, was famous far and wide, and Jon's legendary experiences were destined to be sung by bards. Not attending such a topical wedding would show a lack of sensitivity.
So when the High Septon of the Starry Sept expressed his intention to personally officiate and witness Jon and Margaery's wedding, even the "Queen of Thorns" was surprised.
At this moment, the Sept was packed with top dignitaries from across the Seven Kingdoms.
Queen Selyse went without saying; in fact, it might have been more pleasant without her. A group of Florents conspicuously occupied a large block of seats at the very front of the Sept.
According to the rules, that should have been where Catelyn sat with Sansa and Arya.
Besides Selyse, High Septon Balost stood beneath the statues of the Seven, waiting to preside over the ceremony and witness the marriage of Jon and Margaery.
Mace Tyrell, Duke of Highgarden and Warden of the South; Prince Oberyn of Sunspear; Catelyn, mother of the King in the North, who also represented Riverrun.
Below them were Rhaegar Frey, representing Duke Walder Frey of the Twins, and House Egen representing the Vale.
As for Earls, needless to say, throwing a brick into the Sept would hit a large swath of them.
It could be said that this wedding focused the eyes of the entire Seven Kingdoms.
"Although Margaery didn't become Queen, it seems a Queen's wedding would just be like this," Olenna said softly, sitting in her chair waiting for Jon and Margaery to appear.
She spoke so quietly that almost no one heard, not even Alerie sitting next to her noticed.
Olenna understood that Margaery's wedding receiving such treatment and attention was inseparable from Jon.
If Jon hadn't been so capable in battle and hadn't conquered Casterly Rock, Highgarden wouldn't have seen such a grand occasion.
Whether it was her or Mace and his wife, they had all recognized Jon's ability from the bottom of their hearts.
It was just that although the Lannisters were destroyed, new conflicts seemed to be slowly brewing.
When Stannis demanded Margaery marry Jon and then granted the West and Casterly Rock to Jon, he wanted to consume the Reach's strength and wealth.
But things developed beyond everyone's expectations. Jon pacified the West in just three months and conquered Casterly Rock, which everyone saw as an insurmountable moat.
The little money Highgarden lost was over-supplemented from the Lannister treasury.
The only card Stannis held now was that the legitimacy of Jon's rule over the West came from him. He even relied on this to make unlimited demands on Jon.
In Olenna's view, this was extremely unwise, but it seemed Stannis's luck was indeed a bit bad; he never expected Jon to distribute more than half of the things in the treasury.
Olenna knew that such a large outflow of treasures would definitely cause price fluctuations; the wisest approach should be to release them little by little.
It seems this kid isn't good at everything; at least Margaery will have to help him manage wealth, Olenna thought, but felt happy in her heart.
It wasn't good if a person was proficient in everything; people who were too smart might not live long.
She looked around and saw the only discordant note in this wedding—a large group of Florents.
Crowding around Queen Selyse, they occupied the position directly opposite House Tyrell. Obviously, these people were still dreaming of seizing Highgarden, thinking they could do whatever they wanted just because their family produced a Queen, even daring to speak rudely to a Duke.
The Tyrell, Hightower, and Redwyne families, the three major Reach houses, had long formed a blood alliance. Not to mention, even without them taking action, just sending Randyll Tarly would be enough to deal with them.
Today's groom was the invincible "White Wolf Knight." If they had even half a brain, the positions of House Hightower and House Redwyne below House Tyrell were what they should be plotting for.
Moving her gaze away from the Florents, Olenna saw Oberyn holding the hand of his bastard lover.
Dorne's culture was different from the rest of the Seven Kingdoms. Seeing that the two were fairly loving, Olenna decided not to dwell on this matter.
She focused her gaze on Catelyn's side. Her two daughters were excited and expectant. Seeing Sansa, she thought it would be good if Sansa could marry Loras or Garlan.
Unfortunately, it wasn't the time yet. But as long as Jon could integrate the West as soon as possible, then the North—Riverlands—West—Reach would form a powerful alliance. Even Dorne would tend to join their alliance because of Willas and Jon's relationship.
This alliance would become the dominant force in Westeros, and Stannis and his crown would be insignificant.
The only regret was that this alliance lacked a "leader" with enough weight; this was their shortcoming.
Leaving aside Stannis's level, his grandmother was Rhaelle Targaryen. This was also the source of the legal principle for the Baratheons to become Kings.
No matter how good Jon was at fighting, his background and qualifications weren't quite enough. Although legitimized and no one dared to call him Snow to his face, his bastard origin was a stain he couldn't wipe away.
The Reach had enough background and qualifications, but their external record was really not good-looking.
The North and Dorne were remotely located.
And there was the harassment from the Iron Islands, but the successor to the Iron Islands seemed to be Ned's foster son, which seemed not bad.
Thinking of this, Olenna shook her head, putting this thought aside for now.
Although her brain was clearer than most people in this world, the aging of the body didn't shift with human will.
Olenna thought she wouldn't see that day. In her opinion, it was good enough to see her granddaughter's child born, that is, to see her great-grandson. Few people in this world could compare to her.
She looked at the seven statues, and in a trance, she saw the scene of Mace and Alerie's wedding, and seemed to see the scene of her wedding with her late husband Luthor.
This old woman who had experienced a long life unknowingly moistened the corners of her eyes.
"Mother! Mother? Jon and the others are coming," Alerie reminded her from the side.
Olenna wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief and watched Margaery, wearing a veil, walking into everyone's sight on Jon's arm.
Margaery was still in a celadon green dress, wearing a pale green veil that matched the dress perfectly. She inherited her mother's beauty, and after careful dressing up, she naturally became the protagonist of today.
"After tonight, I'm afraid many talents will be heartbroken," Olenna said jokingly, looking at her eldest grandson Willas sitting beside her.
But Willas didn't respond. Usually, only Willas could catch her sharp tongue and jokes, and Willas seemed to enjoy it, never letting his grandmother's words fall to the ground.
But what was wrong today? He looked so solemn!
Olenna remained composed and found that he was looking at Jon.
Jon's formal attire was indigo blue. He was tall and slender, his demeanor elegant, looking perfectly normal.
Then in the next second, Jon also looked at Willas. Their eyes met, and without any communication other than eye contact, they seemed to have received a certain signal.
Willas beckoned to a "Flower," who nodded and left the hall through a side door.
What are these two boys plotting? Olenna was very curious but didn't ask.
One was Margaery's husband and the other was Margaery's brother; surely they wouldn't want to ruin this wedding.
Watching Jon and Margaery move slowly forward, the two walked hand in hand on the petals scattered by the flower girls, step by step toward the High Septon and the statues of the Seven.
In this process, music, flowers, cheers, and laughter together formed a picture like heaven.
The two came before the High Septon together. Jon's right hand interlaced with Margaery's left hand. The High Septon wrapped a pure white ribbon around their hands, symbolizing the two becoming one.
And no one noticed that outside the Sept, a slaughter was taking place.
In the stables, a guy smelling of horse manure was splashing oil. He poured oil on the straw and even on the backs of the horses. The turbid yellow liquid immediately emitted a pungent smell, and even the horses snorted.
Just as he was about to splash more oil, two armored knights directly cut off his head.
The smell of blood mixed with the smell of oil began to spread, but soon someone came forward to clean it up, washing the oil off the horses' backs with clean water and clearing all the straw on the ground with carts.
The whole process could be described as smooth and efficient.
At this time in the Sept on the other side, the High Septon responsible for the wedding began to declare: "In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity. Look upon each other and say your vows."
Guided by the High Septon, Jon and Margaery slowly turned to face each other. Beams of light fell from the dome above their heads, shining on the two of them, making them look somewhat holy.
On the other side, several guys who were also mutes were borrowing the light to add something to the wine to be sent to the Sept. Around them were stunned kitchen maids and attendants.
They were well-trained and cooperated seamlessly; dealing with ordinary people was no problem.
Just as they were about to take the wine out of the kitchen, they were blocked by guards at the door.
The tall bodies of the Highgarden guards directly blocked most of the light, and the light in the kitchen instantly became dim.
A burst of clanging sounds of swords being drawn rang out, and blood splattered freely in the kitchen.
"—The union of this young couple is ordained by the Seven—"
The wedding in the Sept was still proceeding as usual. The High Septon's voice had a "reverb" effect in everyone's ears, as sacred as a declaration of the gods.
Inside the entire Sept, there was no other sound except the High Septon's voice.
Jon observed out of the corner of his eye that when the High Septon said these words, Sansa followed along almost word for word. Although she didn't make a sound, it could be seen from her mouth shape that she was quite skilled.
It seemed she hadn't practiced less in private.
The angle Jon turned was just right with his back to Euron, but through his cheat, he could sense the black-red halo on this guy swaying wildly, like a dying candle in the wind.
"Don't let them run!" An officer with obviously more exquisite armor ordered loudly.
Euron's mute puppet sailors were scattered almost throughout Highgarden. Taking them all down at the same time wasn't easy.
When these things, which were unknown whether they were humans or puppets, felt the rapid disappearance of their companions, they temporarily abandoned their plans and began to flee. But Willas's arrangement was very meticulous. Not far after they ran out, someone blocked their way with a team of crossbowmen.
Before these mute sailors could react, they already had a dozen arrows in their bodies. As soon as they fell, servants carted away their bodies with carts and began to clean up the blood on the ground.
The wedding was still proceeding as usual. Jon continued to focus his attention on Margaery, looking at those bright brown eyes, and the two spoke at the same time: "Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger;
I am his/hers, and she/he is mine, from this day, until the end of my days."
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The voices of the two mixed together, echoing inside the Sept and reaching everyone's ears.
"With this kiss, I pledge my love and take you for my lord and husband," Margaery said in a clear voice, gazing affectionately into Jon's eyes.
She felt she no longer cared about that Frey girl. Margaery was confident in her appearance; she believed she could completely conquer the heart of the person in front of her.
"With this kiss, I pledge my love and take you for my lady and wife."
Jon also read "desire to conquer" in Margaery's eyes. From a certain perspective, the two would be the closest and most special allies in the future.
Jon wouldn't be stingy about spending effort and time on her to ensure the two were of one mind, which could avoid a lot of trouble.
The vows ended, and two pairs of lips pressed together, accompanied by the cheers of the crowd.
Feeling the moist lips and smelling the sweet scent on Margaery, Jon breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, there was no chaos at his wedding.
To be precise, no one even died, after all, those puppets controlled by Euron were basically just walking corpses.
As for Euron, lock him up first and kill him after the bedding.
Just then, a slight exclamation rang out not far away: "Ser Euron, Ser Euron."
Jon reluctantly let go of Margaery's tongue and turned to look behind him.
That wasn't Euron!