Ser Jaime pondered Duke Green's proposal seriously and said, "Eyrie?"
Green stopped and said, "Ser, if I had a younger brother, and... I sent him to Casterly Rock, how do you think your father should arrange things?"
He spread his hands, "Giving him too high a position isn't appropriate, and giving him too low a position is an insult."
After a pause, his tone was slightly helpless, "Besides... because of Queen Mother Cersei, Crabb's relationship with Lannister isn't exactly friendly."
Duke Green's analogy was very direct, and Ser Jaime immediately understood the difficulty, but he felt something was off and couldn't quite pinpoint it.
Ser Jaime shrugged and said, "Then where are you referring to?"
Green started walking again, "I haven't thought it through yet..."
He turned his head to look at the Kingsguard with flowing golden hair, "Jaime, I'll be honest with you, I'm actually very worried that Queen Mother Cersei will find a good reason to throw Tyrion into the dungeon."
Before Jaime could speak, he continued, "I know... we can find ways to refuse or block it, but what about next time? Also, what if she uses others to do it? Can we guarantee they will also be as concerned about Tyrion's safety as we are?"
After walking in silence for a while, Ser Jaime suddenly said, "Green, do you have a good idea? Hmm, Cersei might..."
As he spoke, he shook his head slightly, "This isn't a reasonable request. I... Tyrion... owe..."
Ser Jaime sighed softly, as if he had thought of something, and stopped speaking.
Green's gaze shifted slightly, and he reached out to pat Jaime's arm, saying, "There will be a way to solve it, Ser."
Maegors Holdfast gardens.
When Green and Jaime arrived at Maegors Holdfast gardens, Cersei Lannister was watching Joffrey and Margaery leave. At this moment... her expression was both gentle and relieved.
Wasn't Joffrey supposed to go to the armory? Did he change his mind at the last minute, or was it Margaery's persuasion?
"Queen Mother Cersei."
The figures had disappeared, and the observant Green noticed Cersei subtly rolling her eyes as she withdrew her gaze.
He had to admit, purely in terms of aesthetics, Cersei's little gesture... was quite beautiful.
Then, he couldn't help but glance at Jaime, who was standing beside her.
Queen Mother Cersei nodded at them, then sat down at the gilded white round table and said, "Miss Tyrell's dress is truly unique."
Her voice carried a hint of mockery. Lord Greene knew that Cersei was referring to the Highgarden armless gown Margaery was wearing (Chapter 27).
She took a small sip of summer red, holding the golden goblet, and said, "Since she is my son's future wife, the future Queen of the Seven Kingdoms."
As Green and Jaime had just taken their seats, Cersei's emerald eyes looked over, and she suddenly said, "Green, is Miss Tyrell charming?"
Upon hearing this, Green's eyebrows raised slightly, and he nodded, saying, "I admit she is indeed very charming."
As Cersei's face was about to be swept by a winter chill, he continued, "This is widely acknowledged, but you are different from her, just like..."
He pointed at Jaime, then continued, "Everyone knows Ser Jaime is one of the best swordsmen in the Seven Kingdoms, and so am I. If we were to truly compete, he wouldn't be my opponent."
Ser Jaime raised an eyebrow, "Let's find an opportunity to compete."
Green's lips curved slightly, and he said, "I must remind you, I was the champion of last year's King's Landing tourney."
Ser Jaime gritted his teeth, "That was a jousting competition. I'm talking about a sword fight."
Green shrugged, "At your service, Kingsguard."
Cersei looked at Green with amusement, saying, "Two knights known throughout the Seven Kingdoms are truly childish."
Ser Jaime gave a wry smile and said, "Cersei, a knight's life yearns for a strong enemy."
"Queen Mother Cersei, we all know that men wield swords, while women display beauty."
Green's voice was steady and gentle, making people listen involuntarily, "Ser Jaime's sword has conquered the Kingsguard, and Miss Rose has also begun to bloom in King's Landing, and your beauty... has already conquered the Seven Kingdoms."
Green understood her best!
Cersei's eyes were like two sparkling emeralds. She stared fixedly at him, raising her goblet in a toast. Her voice contained unconcealed pleasure, "Duke Green, may your sword become sharper and sharper."
Green also raised his goblet to Cersei, "Praise the masterpiece of the Seven Gods."
Hearing her joyful laughter, Jaime was stunned. Cersei was most charming when she laughed, like a beauty in summer.
How long had it been? Her laughter was both familiar and strange.
Then, Jaime couldn't help but look at Green's lips. He had to admit... he envied the other man's nimble tongue at this moment.
Sensing Jaime's strange gaze, the sharp Green leaned away slightly.
Seemingly noticing the disgust on Green's face, Jaime coughed lightly as if by accident, then awkwardly changed the subject.
"Cersei, I told Green about Tyrion and Prince Oberyn."
After speaking, he immediately regretted it. He seemed to have ruined the pleasant atmosphere that had just begun.
Ser Jaime looked at Green apologetically. Green, in turn, shrugged slightly, indicating it was fine. He actually quite liked Jaime, who was easily captivated by Cersei's beauty.
The charming Cersei had transformed into an enraged Lioness, "Again and again, how dare that Dwarf treat Myrcella as something he can trade away at will."
Ser Jaime quickly explained for his brother, "Cersei, this is clearly a House Martell plot. Tyrion was used by them."
Queen Mother Cersei slightly raised her chin and said, "Jaime, I haven't forgotten that it was Tyrion who first took it upon himself to propose a marriage alliance to Martell. This is the seed the Dwarf planted."
Contempt flashed in her eyes, "Please use your brain. Your good brother is not as innocent or kind as you imagine. His birth killed our mother, and now he wants to harm my daughter. He is an evil Dwarf; you should understand this as soon as possible."
After listening, Ser Jaime opened his mouth, frowning, and said, "Cersei, Tyrion is our brother, he is a Lannister."
Queen Mother Cersei curled her lips, scoffing, "Ser, you should tell that to the Old Lion."
She snorted coldly, picked up her wine glass, and added, "A true Lannister would never love a Dwarf who shames the family."
Ser Jaime clenched one fist, glanced at Green, who was admiring the clouds high above, and there was a hint of anger in his voice, "Cersei, please don't talk nonsense."
Cersei ignored Jaime's warning, elegantly sipped her summer red, and said, "There are no outsiders here, my Jaime."
After a short silence, Ser Jaime leaned back in his chair. He felt increasingly powerless when arguing with Cersei. His gaze towards her was complex.
Seeing that Jaime no longer retorted, Cersei, like a victorious Lioness, raised her chin. She seemed to be kindly reminding him, "The filthy Dwarf will sooner or later harm Lannister; you must be vigilant."
She swayed the wine glass in her hand, "Put away your useless pity. A Dwarf is just a Dwarf, Jaime Lannister."
Ser Jaime looked weary, "Cersei, Father would never allow you to harm a Lannister family member."
Cersei continued to gently swirl the wine in her glass, saying, "I already have a perfect plan. You just need to..."
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