After she finished speaking, Green pondered for a moment and said, "Could it be because… we once discussed a marriage alliance with the Dornish?"
Princess Myrcella stopped, looked up at Green, and said, "I very much hope it's still about the marriage alliance. That way… at least I'll feel at ease."
Green lowered himself to her level, looking her in the eyes, and said, "Then, what are you worried about, Princess Myrcella?"
"I… I…"
While Princess Myrcella was still hesitating, Ser Jaime's voice came from not far away: "Your Royal Highness, Lord Duke."
Seeing Green rub his head in frustration, Myrcella couldn't help but chuckle softly.
As Jaime's footsteps approached, Green spread his hands and said, "Princess Myrcella, I have to admit… I sometimes really dislike this Ser."
Ser Jaime, with a dark expression, stopped in front of them. He gritted his teeth and said, "Lord Duke, I deeply apologize for not being to your liking."
Green shrugged: "Occasionally."
The little lady Myrcella let out another clear laugh. She curtsied lightly: "Good day, Uncle Jaime."
Ser Jaime's dark expression immediately vanished, replaced by a gentle smile. He said, "Myrcella, Cersei is waiting for you at Maegor's Holdfast."
Before leaving, Princess Myrcella suddenly said, "Duke Green, I'll tell you next time."
This sentence made Ser Jaime's face darken again.
Green looked at Ser Jaime, a hint of disdain in his voice: "Speak, why are you looking for me, Ser?"
Ser Jaime's face was stubborn: "It's because Cersei was looking for Myrcella… that's why I came."
Green's eye twitched slightly. Making the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard run errands? Cersei certainly might do that, but something like this today was impossible.
He turned impatiently: "Ser, I'll see you at the banquet tonight."
Seeing Green about to leave, Ser Jaime blurted out, "Wait… wait a moment, I also… have a small matter."
Green stopped and looked at the tsundere Jaime in front of him, saying, "Ser, as I expected…"
Speaking, he paused, then suddenly said, "Queen Mother Cersei?"
Green calmly looked at Ser Jaime on the surface, but his thoughts were racing. Could it be… that Cersei and Margaery had already clashed so quickly?
He quickly dismissed this possibility. This was the Red Keep, where the Old Lion resided. Even if the Lioness roared, she would do so in secret.
Moreover, he knew that the Old Lion had just warned his children. If nothing tricky happened, Jaime would not come to him for Cersei's matters.
Green's brown eyes flickered imperceptibly. The answer was — Tyrion and Cersei's matter.
The sun was dazzling, and Green frowned slightly. With Tyrion's intelligence, he shouldn't… Could it be because of the Dorne Envoy?
Ser Jaime nodded slightly, his words confirming Green's guess: "Cersei received reliable intelligence that Tyrion and Prince Oberyn mentioned the marriage alliance for Myrcella."
Green said in surprise, "Is that considered reliable intelligence? Ser Jaime, you should know very well that Tyrion would not choose to provoke Queen Mother Cersei at a time like this."
Ser Jaime sighed softly and slowly said, "After the Dorne Envoy entered King's Landing, they rested at the place Hand of the King Tywin had prepared for the Dorne Envoy. Prince Oberyn and Tyrion went directly to Tasha's brothel. It is said that Prince Oberyn first sounded out Tyrion about Myrcella's marriage alliance, and Tyrion's response was…"
Green raised an eyebrow: "What was it?"
Ser Jaime shook his head helplessly and said, "Tyrion told Prince Oberyn that a marriage alliance was possible, but on the condition that the House Martell family 'marry' a suitable prince to King's Landing."
Green tilted his head back and laughed, saying, "Well done…"
His pupils contracted slightly: "It couldn't be… did Oberyn agree to Tyrion's jest?"
Ser Jaime's smile was bitter. He nodded and said, "Prince Oberyn agreed and said that he would formally propose the marriage alliance to the Small Council when he met Hand of the King Tywin."
Green rubbed his head and said, "With the hatred between Martell and Lannister unresolved, they would send a Martell prince to Hand of the King Tywin, to be a hostage that could be used to threaten themselves… Tyrion knows this very well. With his clever mind, he would easily spot the anomaly."
His gaze shifted slightly: "What happened next?"
Ser Jaime shrugged, "Tyrion offered himself, saying he was willing to 'marry' to Sunspear, saying he longed for the… passion of Dornish women, and then… Prince Oberyn laughed loudly, and then… that was it. That Red Viper closed the window."
"Closed the window?"
Green looked up at the midday sun and said, "Ser Jaime, who brought the intelligence to Queen Mother Cersei?"
Ser Jaime hesitated, then said helplessly, "Cersei has ears hidden among the Gold Cloaks guarding the brothel. I only just found out myself."
Green's eyes twitched slightly: "This ear doesn't seem like a coincidence, Ser."
Ser Jaime opened his mouth and said, "Cersei… uh… she doesn't like Tyrion much… as you know. After returning to King's Landing, she has always arranged for people to secretly monitor Tyrion's every move. The person in charge of this is Osney Kettleblack."
His expression was somewhat complex: "She deliberately kept it from me. I only just learned all of this."
Green first offered a perfunctory comfort: "Everyone knows you love your brother."
Then, he said doubtfully, "Ser Jaime, with Hand of the King Tywin's protection, even if Queen Mother Cersei is very angry, she won't make things too difficult for Tyrion, will she?"
Ser Jaime sighed: "I'm worried Cersei might impulsively do something irreparable. She's been a bit… sensitive lately?"
He moved his lips. He couldn't possibly say that Cersei hated Margaery Tyrell for some inexplicable reason. He understood her; he had merely temporarily suppressed the Lioness's fangs.
At the same time, precisely because he understood Cersei's character, he also knew that after some time, her attention would be diverted by other matters, and then… she would abandon her original target.
His judgment was that Cersei needed some time to dilute that inexplicable murderous intent, but he didn't want to see Tyrion become her another "outlet" target.
Hearing Jaime's vague answer, Green did not press further. He began to walk, saying, "Let's go."
He continued as he walked, "Have you ever thought about letting your good brother move to a fresh, good place, Ser?"
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