chapter 126 part 2
Tobho said gravely, "From now on, try to avoid him as much as possible."
Gendry looked at Tobho, who was wearing a serious expression, with some confusion.
Though Gendry's face showed nothing, his impression of Glynn was very good. He could sense that Glynn was not as pretentious as other noble lords.
Gendry was not skilled with words, but his heart was sensitive. At least among the noble lords he had met, Glynn was the only one who was different.
"Lad, this is an old blacksmith's intuition. That young noble gives me a very dangerous feeling. Standing next to him is like standing next to a drawn sword... If you can, avoid meeting him."
Gendry trusted the old blacksmith implicitly and nodded.
After a moment of silence, he said with a grim face, "I am just a lowborn bastard."
Tobho paused, but instead of comforting Gendry, he burst into laughter. "Lad, but you are a good blacksmith!"
Gendry's face was angular, and he looked up at his blacksmith master, a slight smile curving his lips.
...
Around the same time, Glynn had a servant bring Monton into his study.
Monton's belly would ripple with every movement. Glynn watched, unable to suppress a smile.
Monton noticed Glynn's gaze, looked down at himself, and chuckled.
"Monton, I have a task for you."
Monton nodded earnestly, his somewhat dazed eyes looking at Glynn.
"His name is Gendry, the young blacksmith we met today."
"Lord Glynn, I remember him."
After a pause, Glynn said, "Try to get to know him better when you have the chance. I hope you can become familiar with him."
Monton scratched his head in confusion but didn't ask further, nodding his large head earnestly.
*I actually love making friends... this shouldn't be difficult.*
After Monton left, Glynn tapped his fingers lightly on the desk and looked towards the map on the wall, his gaze resting on the Stormlands.
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The next day, the Red Keep.
Watching Mace Tyrell's retreating back, Glynn's eyes twitched slightly.
When Queen Cersei received Lord Mace, Glynn accompanied them throughout.
Queen Cersei's impatience was not deliberately concealed, yet Lord Mace seemed oblivious to it, his demeanor growing even more deferential.
Glyn lamented silently, *A mighty Lord of Highgarden, why do you not dare to cross Queen Cersei?*
Glynn sighed again at Lord Mace's ability to bend and adapt, a political maneuver that required true talent.
Glynn glanced at Queen Cersei, who wore an arrogant expression. At the very least, Lord Mace had pleased her greatly.
Cersei, having just displayed her authority before the Lord of Highgarden, was in a very pleasant mood.
Cersei, resting her chin on her hand, first looked at Jaime, then turned her gaze to Glynn.
Everyone could see she was in good spirits. "Lord Glynn, accompany me for a walk in the gardens."
...
Strolling in the gardens, various floral scents filled the air.
Cersei stopped before a flowerbed overflowing with roses of every hue.
By now, Queen Cersei's pleasant expression had vanished without a trace.
Her voice was cold. "Lord Glynn, I dislike the golden rose, and I detest Margaery Tyrell remaining in King's Landing."
As she spoke, Cersei reached out and mercilessly snapped a branch of golden roses.
*The little rose?*
*Could Queen Cersei have seen through House Tyrell's ambition for the queen's position?*
Glynn turned his head to look at Cersei.
Her hair, meticulously styled by her handmaidens and adorned with exquisite jeweled hair ornaments, perfectly conveyed the queen's dignity.
"Your Grace, are you concerned about Prince Joffrey?"
After hearing Glynn's words, Cersei showed a satisfied expression.
Glynn was Cersei's chief affairs officer, and she couldn't be bothered to find a suitable pretext, stating directly, "I will never allow Margaery to become Joffrey's bride."
After a pause, Glynn asked, "Are you concerned that... His Grace King Robert will bypass you to push through an alliance with the Golden Rose?"
Cersei scoffed lightly and said coldly, "That drunkard, he's capable of anything foolish!"
Glynn surmised that Cersei's aversion to Margaery was related to the prophecy from her youth.
Glynn's eyes flickered. He said, "Your Grace, I believe, given the current situation, King Robert will not be contemplating a marriage alliance with the Golden Rose."
He continued, "Before long, Lord Eddard will arrive in King's Landing. Their bond is deep, and King Robert is more likely to arrange a marriage alliance with House Stark."
*My son marrying the daughter of a Northern bumpkin?*
After hearing Glynn's speculation, Queen Cersei involuntarily frowned slightly.
Cersei scoffed, "Why would you think that? A wolf's daughter is no match for a lioness's son."
Glynn shrugged and explained, "I believe King Robert would do it to solidify the North, the Riverlands, and the Vale."
Cersei's beautiful eyes flickered, and after a moment's thought, she grasped Robert's intentions.
Cersei's voice carried anger. "That drunkard is wary of the Lannisters! Hmph, he has completely lost a warrior's courage, a pathetic and cowardly drunkard."
Glynn agreed, "Yes, Your Grace! You alone are capable of protecting Prince Joffrey! King Robert's actions are superfluous. When Prince Joffrey inherits the Iron Throne in the future..."
He paused, then continued, "The North, the Riverlands, and the Vale will instead become shackles upon Prince Joffrey."
Cersei's expression turned cold. "Glynn, this is merely your speculation!"
Glynn nodded slightly. "Your Grace, perhaps you could look at Lord Eddard's list of accompanying personnel. I believe Grand Maester Pycelle will soon receive ravens from the North."
Cersei asked, perplexed, "List of accompanying personnel?"
"Your Grace, if the name of a House Stark lady appears on the accompanying list, King Robert's purpose will be self-evident."
(end of chapter)