Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King Chapter 125

  Chapter 125 Welcome

   "Sir Horace!"

  Princess Arianne raised her almond eyes, "What evidence do you have that I ordered Gero to do such a thing?"

   Before Horace could speak, he heard "Littlefinger" Petyr Baelish on the high platform whisper:

   "Actually, I have always had a doubt. Why did Sir Hopper go to the Godswood? How could he just meet Gerald Dayne?"

   This is indeed a very critical issue.

  Samwell was not too worried, because he had taken back and destroyed the two ribbons with words on them. This kind of key evidence was gone, and he didn't believe anyone could doubt him.

  However, Petyr, who is afraid of chaos in the world, seems to want to use this to make something happen.

  In fact, when Samwell planned this murder, he thought about whether to drag Princess Arianne into the water as well. He definitely didn't mind giving Dorndor some hatred.

   But out of prudence, he still didn't make any extra points.

   After all, this is his first time playing with conspiracy design, and it is incomparable with those old silver coins who are proficient in this. If the design is too complicated, it will easily reveal more flaws and cause unnecessary trouble.

   Sure enough, as soon as Petyr finished speaking, Horace echoed:

"That's right, Lord Petyr, I had the same doubts before. Moreover, I know that Princess Arianne still pretended to visit my brother after the martial arts match yesterday. It is very likely that she took this opportunity to ask my brother out. See you tonight!"

  Princess Arianne also had some anger on her face: "Sir Horace, your slander is simply baseless! What reason do I have to ask your brother out?"

   "My younger brother was frustrated because of his feelings just now, and it is the time when he is sad. With your status and beauty, you only need to seduce him a little..."

   "Horace!" Arianne was furious, "Just your idiot brother, is it worth my seduction?"

  Horace immediately retorted: "Hmph! Who knows. How long have you been an adult, Your Highness? Why haven't you been married? Could it be that you can't find a husband?"

   "Horace! You..."

   "Okay!" Lord Renly interrupted their bickering.

  He first gave Horace a soothing look, then looked at Princess Arianne, and asked:

   "Your Highness Arianne, when you went to see Sir Hopper, were there other people around?"

   "Ser Daemon is here."

  Damon Sand took a step forward when he heard the words, and said, "Yes, Lord Renly. I was there at the time. Her Royal Highness just comforted Sir Hobber, and didn't have any other thoughts."

   "Of course your own knight will help you speak." Horace said with a strange air.

   "I can swear before the Seven Gods!" Princess Arianne said loudly.

   "The oath of the Dornishmen...hehe." A river bend knight sneered.

   "As long as there are many benefactors, there will always be murder and death." Another river bend knight said pointedly.

   "The Dornishmen never knew true glory, and were never true knights."

   "Yes, and Geraldine died so coincidentally, why do I think you Dornish people are trying to silence you?"

   "This matter is a Dornish conspiracy from beginning to end!"

  Seeing the accusations made by the people of the Riverbend one after another, Princess Arianne almost gritted her silver teeth.

  She took a few deep breaths and forced herself to calm down.

  If it wasn't for her father's warning before she left, with her temper, she might have already drawn her sword and cut someone.

  Samwell was watching all this, and his mood was quite strange.

  If he hadn't planned this incident, he might suspect the Dornishmen now.

  No way, this is the result of a bad reputation.

   "Enough!" Duke Renly yelled loudly, and ordered the gold-cloaked guards to hit the floor with their spears, making a tidy thud, and the chaos in the hall was stopped.

   "The evidence for Jero Dayne's killing of Hobber Redwyne is conclusive. As for whether he was instigated by someone behind him, there is no evidence for the time being. We cannot slander a nobleman because of this. This matter ends here."

  Seeing what Duke Renly said, everyone at the scene regained their calm.

   However, Horace still stared at Princess Arianne and the others with resentment. Obviously, the Arbor Island did not intend to stop here.

"Besides," Duke Renly said again when everyone became quiet, "I just received news that His Majesty's car passed the Neck two days ago and will arrive in King's Landing soon. I am going to lead a small team to meet him. You can come with me if you want."

  The king's southward team has come to the banks of the Trident River.

  At this time, the sky was just dawning, and everyone was busy pulling out camp and preparing to set off.

Sansa Stark, the eldest daughter of the Duke of the North, led the little wolf lady on the path. She was wearing a blue velvet dress, and she had no gorgeous jewelry on her body, only a bracelet of freshly picked flowers on her wrist. The beautiful long maroon hair was neatly scattered behind her back, and there was a gentle smile on her delicate face like a porcelain doll, cute and soft.

  She found her sister Arya Stark and said:

   "Arya, hurry up and change into a decent dress, the queen invited us to take a ride in her wheel palace today."

   "I'm not going." Arya was helping her little wolf, Nymeria, to comb her hair. "I'm going to look for rubies on the river beach later."

   "Ruby?"

   "That's right." Arya rolled her eyes at her sister, "You don't even know this? It was here that His Majesty Robert killed Rhaegar Targaryen, smashing the ruby ​​on his armor with a hammer."

  Sansa glared at her younger sister: "You are not allowed to find the ruby! The queen invited the two of us, you must go with me!"

"I do not want it!"

  Sister's stubbornness and ignorance made Sansa tremble with anger.

   But she knew that it was useless to lose her temper with Arya, and instead it would arouse her sister to fight against herself even more.

  So, she took a few deep breaths and smiled softly again.

   "There are lemon cake and cocoa tea in the queen's wheel palace." Sansa said in a seductive tone.

  Unexpectedly, Arya yelled: "I don't like the queen."

  Sansa's eyes widened, as if she couldn't believe her sister said such a thing.

   She was terrified.

   At this time, a voice came from behind:

   "You don't like my mother?"

  Sansa turned her head and saw Prince Joffrey appearing behind her at some point.

  She was so frightened that she became more and more at a loss, and froze on the spot for a long while without moving.

   And the younger sister Arya also knew that she had said something wrong, and just as her little wolf Nymeria ran out, she also took this opportunity to chase the little wolf and run away without a trace.

   "Your Highness, do you need me to chase her back?"

  Sansa heard a rough voice, and only then did she notice that there was someone behind Prince Joffrey—

   "The Hound" Sandor Clegane.

  Half of the face of the prince's personal guard was completely disfigured by the fire, and he looked extremely frightened. Coupled with the terrible words he said, Sansa couldn't help trembling slightly.

  The wolf lady at the foot seemed to feel the master's fear, and stuck out her tongue to lick her palm.

   "Shut up, Hound, you scared my fiancée!" Prince Joffrey stepped forward and reprimanded.

  The loyal "Hound Dog" bowed to his master, and stepped back quietly.

  Sansa looked at the handsome and polite prince in front of her, the fear in her heart disappeared immediately, and sweetness and joy surged up.

   This is my knight, my prince, and my future husband!

  He looks so good! And such a gentleman!

  In the future, I will be his queen and give birth to a prince and princess for him...

   "Miss Sansa, are you alright?" Joffrey asked again seeing that the girl didn't respond for a long time.

   "I'm fine, Your Highness. Thank you."

   "It's my honor." Joffrey looked at the charming young girl in the twilight of the morning light, and smiled. "My uncle, Lord Renly, brought people to welcome us. Let's go back and meet them."

   "Okay." Sansa nodded again and again, leaving her sister Arya behind.

  Joffrey glanced at the direwolf under Sansa's feet: "Put your pet here so as not to scare others."

   "Okay." Sansa knelt down and hugged the little wolf, and said, "Lady, sit down and wait for me here."

   As expected, the little wolf curled up his hind legs obediently and sat on the ground.

   "Here comes the dog," Joffrey called.

  Sansa froze for a moment, and only realized when Sandor stepped forward that he was calling her guard.

   "You are here to take care of Miss Sansa's pet."

   "Yes, Your Highness." Sandor replied.

  The prince returned to the camp with his fiancée. The two talked and laughed along the way, and Sansa quickly forgot the little unhappiness just now.

   "The 'Red Viper' didn't come? What? He didn't dare to see me?"

  Sansa heard King Robert's rough voice from afar.

At this time, a group of people gathered outside the king's palace, and when she got closer, Sansa saw a handsome young man standing opposite the king. He was wearing dark green armor and holding a helmet with antlers. King is somewhat similar.

  Sansa guessed that this should be the king's younger brother, Duke Renly.

  She heard the duke say: "Your Majesty, the 'Red Viper' is repenting in the hall of the Seven Gods."

   "Bullshit!" Robert said disdainfully, "He will repent? I don't believe it! That guy must have sneaked off to some girls' house in King's Landing to have fun!"

   Duke Renly smiled and said nothing, pointing sideways at Margaery Tyrell and introducing:

   "This is Miss Margaery of the Tyrell family, daughter of the Duke of Metz."

   "Your Majesty, please allow me to bring you the greetings of House Tyrell." Margaery smiled sweetly and sent a bouquet of rose wreaths to the king.

"Mace, that ugly and fat guy actually gave birth to such a beautiful daughter as you. It seems that the grace of the gods is always so elusive. The wreath is good, I accept the kindness, but I have always only worn steel and iron. Something like that." Robert took the garland and passed it to the queen, "Cersei, here you go."

  Cersei took it casually, but didn't put it on, but threw it to the maid beside her.

   Duke Renly continued to introduce the nobles who came to welcome the king.

   When it was Samwell's turn, King Robert stared at the Baron of Eagle Mouth, without speaking for a long while.

  Feeling the dignified atmosphere, everyone has different expressions, some are gloating, some are worried, and some are watching with cold eyes.

  Samwell was calm and composed, still with a smile on his face, leaning slightly to pay tribute to the king.

   "Are you Randyll Tarly's son?" After a long while, the king spoke, but his tone was very cold.

   "Yes, Your Majesty."

   "Where is your father? Didn't come?"

   "Your Majesty forgive me, my father is ill..."

   "Bullshit!" Robert snapped mercilessly, "Can you find a fresher reason?"

  Samwell immediately told the truth: "Your Majesty, you are right. In fact, my father didn't come, just because he was worried about having another conflict with you."

   "What? He dare not fight with me again?"

   "No." Samwell looked at the king who seemed to be on the verge of rage, and his smile continued, "He dare not win you again."

  As soon as this remark came out, the audience fell silent.

  But just when everyone thought the king would be furious, Robert suddenly laughed:

   "Hahahahaha! What a boy! You are so courageous! You are indeed the son of Lando Tarly!"

  (end of this chapter)

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