Little Rose's eyes held a faint smile: "This might be a good suggestion, I will respect My King's command, Duke Green."
Green nodded slightly and said, "The King decides."
Joffrey examined Ser Dontos, who was kneeling below, for a while. He pinched his chin and said, "It seems you don't deserve a clean death today."
As if to make up for his earlier "impulsiveness," he specifically pointed to Margaery beside him and said, "Did you hear what my fiancée said? It was her kindness that saved your life."
He announced loudly, "Dontos, from today onwards, you are my new jester. You can put on a clown suit and sleep with Moon Boy."
Ser Dontos, who had just brushed past the stranger, was now fully sober. He said sincerely, "Thank you for My King's clemency."
He shifted his knees and said to Margaery on the high platform, "Thank you, kind Miss."
Joffrey waved his hand impatiently, and immediately two Gold Cloaks took Ser Dontos away.
Soon after, the Lord Steward came to the high platform: "My King, do you want me to summon a new opponent to fight Ser Anguy, or send in the next group?"
"None of them."
Joffrey shifted unhappily in his seat and said, "These people are all terrible. If today weren't a day of celebration, I would have them all executed."
Frowning deeply, he instructed the Lord Steward, "The tourney ends here. Get them all out of my sight."
"As you command, My King."
The Lord Steward bowed and was about to leave, but Tommen said unhappily, "Joffrey, I haven't fought yet!"
Joffrey looked at his brother with disdain: "I'm not interested in watching you fight scarecrows. We'll talk about it another day."
Chubby Tommen raised his tender voice: "But I want to participate, Mother has already agreed!"
Myrcella, the little lady who had been sitting quietly, also echoed, "Brother, Mother really did agree."
Joffrey looked very impatient. Margaery then said softly, "My King, are you taking me to see the Queen Mother?"
Hearing Margaery's words, Joffrey's expression softened slightly. He deliberately imitated his brother's tone and said, "Mother agreed…"
His tone then became scornful: "What a child."
Hearing Joffrey's mockery, Tommen's eyes immediately reddened. Princess Myrcella immediately said, "Brother, we are children."
Margaery linked her arm through Joffrey's and chuckled, "My King, I really like your sister and brother."
"Childish sister and brother."
Joffrey shook his hand and said to Sandor, "Dog, it's up to you to arrange it. Let Tommen play with the scarecrow."
Seeing his brother finally agree, Tommen happily exclaimed "Oh!" and waddled away on his fat little legs to prepare his armor.
Joffrey, however, was unwilling to sit back down and watch Tommen's antics.
Green looked at Margaery, then placed a hand on his chest towards Joffrey and said, "My King, please leave this to me. I am Prince Tommen's sword instructor, and I would like to observe the results of my teaching."
"Very good."
Joffrey pursed his lips, lifted his chin, and said, "Duke Green, you can accompany my brother in his play."
When he turned to his fiancée, he had already put on an elegant smile: "Miss Margaery, please allow me… to show you my armory, where you can admire many of my father's spoils of war."
After speaking, he raised his head.
Margaery curtsied lightly: "It is an honor. Your father's valor is renowned throughout the Seven Kingdoms, My King."
Green: "..."
Joffrey was going to take Little Rose to admire gleaming weapons? Well… it wasn't impossible.
Green withdrew his gaze. He recalled his time with Daenerys in his mind. It seemed their romance was a bit monotonous. In the future… it needed to be richer.
He secretly made a note of it and shifted his gaze to the tourney grounds.
Several Gold Cloaks set up a quintain at the other end of the tourney grounds and prepared a saddle for Tommen's pony.
Tommen's opponent was a child-height leather warrior with a wolf's head mask, filled with straw, standing on a rotating axis, holding a shield in one hand and a padded flail in the other.
With the help of attendants, Tommen had put on his elaborately carved silver-red miniature armor and a lion helmet topped with a large plume of red feathers. With the attendants' help, he clumsily climbed onto the saddle.
Once seated, Tommen raised his small sword and shouted in a childish voice, "Long live Casterly Rock!"
Casterly Rock? Green's eyebrows raised slightly. He had to admit… in some ways, Cersei Lannister's teaching of her children was very successful.
Tommen Baratheon squeezed the pony's belly with his chubby little legs, and the pony galloped across the hard mud, charging towards the quintain.
As the pony passed the straw man, Tommen bravely swung his sword, striking the quintain's wolf head squarely.
Immediately, the spectators in the stands applauded Tommen.
"Duke Green, Tommen is amazing!" Princess Myrcella couldn't help but praise.
Green seemed to recall something. He smiled and said, "Princess Myrcella, when our warrior Tommen is praised by others, it's very easy to…"
Before he could finish his sentence, as the pony on the field passed the straw man again, Tommen's small short sword struck the quintain's shield hard.
Then, the quintain spun around, its padded flail swung back, hitting Tommen on the back of his head, and he fell heavily onto the muddy ground.
Princess Myrcella gasped, covering her mouth: "Oh, Gods!"
Tommen was quickly helped up by the rushing attendants. His armor had protected his body well. After taking off his helmet, he even chuckled shyly in the direction of the high platform.
Tommen was carried away, and this small tourney, hosted by Queen Mother Cersei for King Joffrey, was declared over.
As Green and Princess Myrcella left, they saw Ser Anguy with an unconcealed look of sorrow on his face.
"Your Royal Highness, Lord Green."
Anguy had bathed with his horse early that morning and shaved his beard clean to perform well today, but he never expected… that because he encountered a drunken opponent, he wouldn't even get a chance to compete.
Green reached out and patted Anguy's arm, saying, "There will be many more opportunities in the future."
He added, "Go to Hook Alley and tell Leyton to meet me at Maegor's Holdfast."
After Anguy left, Princess Myrcella said as she walked, "Duke Green, I heard… when Miss Tyrell entered the city, Uncle Tyrion was at the Blackwater River Dock to greet the Prince of Dorne."
Green gestured to Brienne and Monton, who were following behind, and the Blue Cloaks slowed their pace, gradually increasing the distance.
The few handmaidens following Princess Myrcella also retreated at her signal.
"The Red Keep can also have a few secrets, Princess Myrcella."
"Thank you for your guidance, Duke Green."
"These are just some of my experiences. Perhaps you can consider them my small suggestions?"
Myrcella's eyes curved into crescent moons. She nodded gently and said, "I will bear them in mind."
Green smiled and said, "Princess Myrcella, you just mentioned the Dornish. Did you hear any news?"
"I don't know how to say it…"
Speaking, Princess Myrcella paused, then continued, "Recently… I've been feeling inexplicably uneasy…"
Her clear green eyes shifted to Green: "Today, when I heard that Uncle Tyrion went to greet the Prince of Dorne, this feeling… deepened even more…"
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