Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King
Chapter 130: failed plan

  Chapter 130 The Failed Plan

"liquor!"

   King Robert growled, "Damn it, didn't you see my flagon was empty?"

  The attendant Lancel Lannister hurriedly went to change a jug of wine.

  Robert gulped down a big gulp, then blew his nose at the attendant again and scolded:

   "Damn it, undress me! None of you Lannisters can give me peace of mind!"

   Lancel lowered his head and stepped forward to help the king undress.

  Just as he unbuttoned his collar, he heard the door ring.

   Lancel ran to open the door again, and saw the king's younger brother, Duke Renly, standing outside.

   "Your Majesty hasn't slept yet?"

"No."

   Lord Renly walked into the room, greeted his brother, and then waved Lancel back.

   When there were only two brothers left in the room, Robert glanced at his younger brother expressionlessly, and said angrily:

   "What are you doing here?"

   Duke Renly smiled slightly, stepped forward to pour a glass of wine for his brother himself, and handed it to him:

   "Long time no see, let me visit my brother, can't I?"

  Robert sneered, as if he knew his younger brother's tricks well, and said bluntly, "Tell me, what do you want this time?"

  Duke Renly showed a hurt expression: "My good brother, do you think my brother is a person who only knows how to take but doesn't know what to give back?"

   "As long as you honestly be your Duke of Storm's End, that is the greatest reward for me."

   "Brother, don't worry, the nobles in the Stormlands are very loyal to me."

   "Bullshit!" Robert sneered again, "Smiling to you at the banquet, and a few more flattery is loyalty? It hasn't been tested by blood and fire, isn't their loyalty shit!"

   Duke Renly wisely knew not to quarrel with his brother in this regard, so he turned to say:

   "Brother, I'm here this time to give you a present."

  Robert took another sip of his wine and said casually:

"what gift?"

   "A delicate rose."

   "What roses?" Robert waved his hand impatiently. "You might as well send me some barrels of good wine."

   Duke Renly had no choice but to explain:

   "Brother, I mean the rose from Highgarden, Miss Margaery Tyrell, you have seen her before. Pretty?"

Robert rolled his eyes and said angrily, "Beautiful! Of course it is beautiful! But brother, it's no problem for you to replace a woman for my brother, but can you replace someone who is not so troublesome? No matter how beautiful that rose is, but I If I **** her, won't the Tyrell family bother me to death?"

   Duke Renly smiled: "Then you should marry her. In this way, the Tyrell family will only be grateful to you!"

   "What kind of **** idea is that!" cursed Robert. "Are you going to help me replace a woman, or help me replace trouble? Marry that rose, and what about Cersei's lioness?"

   "Hurry back to Casterly Rock." Duke Renly said lightly, "Anyway, you've already been tired of her."

"I'm sick of every woman who stays in my bed for more than three days. Do you want me to change my queen every day?" Robert added, with a flash of memory in his eyes, "except Lyanna, but she's dead .”

   Duke Renly tentatively said: "Brother, don't you think that Miss Margaery is very similar to that Miss Lyanna?"

   "Bullshit." Robert cursed again, "You haven't seen Lyanna Stark, what nonsense."

  Duke Renly's eyes flashed a trace of astonishment, but he still persuaded:

   "Even so, Margaery is much smarter and more sensible than Cersei, and the Tyrell family is not as ambitious as the Lannister family. If you marry..."

   "What's the matter with you today?" Robert looked at his brother suspiciously, "Did that idiot Mace Tyrell come to you?"

   "Of course not." Lord Renly denied immediately.

Robert snorted heavily: "Cersei was well-behaved and sensible back then, and that old lion of Tywin helped me capture King's Landing and gave me the Iron Throne. If I drive her daughter back now, Tywin will swallow it What about this tone? And Cersei gave me three children anyway, so as long as she doesn't make too much trouble, I can bear it."

   Duke Renly's eyes flickered, and he seemed to want to say something, but he hesitated for a while, but he still didn't say it.

   After a moment of silence, he spoke again:

   "But brother, the son Cersei gave birth to you, Joffrey, hehe, don't you know what he looks like?"

"Enough!" Robert slammed his glass on the table. "I don't know why the gods gave me such a son! But what can I do? He is my eldest son, heir to the Iron Throne! So, Renly , you'd better show him some respect."

   Duke Renly seemed to want to say something more, but Robert had lost his patience and interrupted:

   "Okay, that's it for this matter, if you want to say one more word, get the **** out of me and go back to Storm's End!"

   "Yes." Duke Renly said helplessly.

  Robert's expression slowed down a bit, and he asked instead: "How is the situation in King's Landing?"

   "Everything is fine. It's just that there were two more lives in Riverbend and Dorne." Lord Renly briefly described what happened to Hobber Redwin and Jero Dayne.

  Robert sneered after hearing this: "For a woman? Haha, these two sides can really quarrel!"

   But he was obviously not interested in this incident, so he changed the subject after taking a sip of wine:

   "How are the preparations for the trial about the murder of Jon Arryn going? Are the 'Red Viper' and the nobles present at that time all present?"

   "They're all here. But Lady Lysa hasn't arrived yet."

  Robert frowned: "Lysa Tully is still in the Eagle's Nest?"

   "Yes. She seemed genuinely terrified. I wrote three letters and she didn't want to come to King's Landing."

   "How can this work. This trial is to bring justice to his husband, how can she not come? Besides, Jon's son is also in her hands?"

   "Yes, Robert Arryn, who is only six years old, is said to be in poor health and often falls ill."

"The child is named after me. I have to help him replace a suitable adoptive father, otherwise what will happen if he grows up in the hands of a woman." Robert paused, and then ordered to his brother, "You personally Go to the Eyrie! Bring their mother and son back to King's Landing."

  Duke Renly did not expect that what he had been planning for so long failed to succeed, and instead he would be hit on the head by such an unlucky errand, but seeing his brother's serious eyes, he had no choice but to nod:

   "Okay, bro."

  …

  The next morning.

   Facing the bright morning light, the king's mighty team set off again.

  Samwell rode in the team and saw Duke Renly leaving the large army with dozens of guards and heading east.

  He rubbed his chin, guessing the whereabouts of the king's younger brother, and whether he had recommended Margaery Tyrell to his elder brother.

  However, seeing Duke Renly being driven away, Samwell felt that this guy's plan was mostly rejected by the king.

   "Hey! Sam, what were you thinking?"

  A crisp and agile voice sounded behind him.

  Samwell turned his head and saw Margaery Tyrell riding a horse to his side. She didn't wear a long skirt today, but changed into tight brown breeches, outlining a pair of shapely and straight long legs, wearing a light green chiffon shirt on her upper body, with a gold rose brooch, and a crown on her head Playful velvet hat with a circle of water waves decorated with gold thread on the brim, shining brightly in the sun.

   It was rare to see the heroic side of "Highgarden Rose", and Samwell couldn't help but take a few more glances.

   "I was thinking, Miss Margery, why are you in such a good mood today?"

  Margaery gave Samwell a white look: "Should I be in a bad mood?"

  Samwell smiled mysteriously, and said in a low voice, "Shouldn't you? After all, your dream of becoming a queen has been shattered."

  The expression on Margery’s face froze slightly, she was surprised how Samwell would know such a confidential matter, but immediately, she heard the baron say again:

   "Prince Joffrey is already engaged to Miss Sansa of the Stark family. You shouldn't be heartbroken."

  Margaery stretched out her hand to brush the messy black hair beside her ear, and felt a little relieved.

  However, she also had a little doubt—why did Sam seem to be testing herself on purpose?

   It was the same in Starfall City last time, he wouldn't know anything, would he?

impossible.

  She immediately dismissed the idea.

   It should be just a coincidence.

   "His Royal Highness Joffrey and Miss Sansa are very suitable. As for my dream..." Margaery smiled, "Which little girl hasn't had an unrealistic dream? She didn't really expect it to come true."

  Samwell took a deep look at her: "But it doesn't make you happier, does it?"

   "The sun is so beautiful, the breeze is so warm, and flowers, plants and butterflies surround you, why not be happy." Margaery said, the smile on her face became brighter and brighter than the summer sun.

  In fact, after learning from her younger brother Loras Tyrell last night that the king rejected Duke Renly's proposal, she felt an uncontrollable sense of relief and joy.

   She really didn't want to marry King Robert.

   After all, which lady has never dreamed of Prince Charming, and the fat and old king who likes to drink and flirt with girls obviously has nothing to do with Prince Charming.

  However, when her grandmother told her that the Tyrell family wanted to make her queen, Margaery did not object.

  She knew that this was her duty as a Tyrell.

  The family gave her excellent living conditions, an incomparably noble status, and a reputation that everyone admired, but it also required her to make sacrifices for the interests of the family when necessary.

  She doesn't want to live up to her grandmother's expectations, and doesn't want to shatter her father's dream, but occasionally in the dead of night, she will secretly pray to the Seven Gods.

   Now, it seems that the Seven Gods have responded.

  Although she felt a little guilty, Margery was really happy.

   "There is still a chance, I believe you will be able to realize your dream." Samwell sincerely sent his blessings.

   "Really?" Margaery giggled, "Then when I become queen, I will definitely invite you to the wedding! And I will give you the best position!"

  Samwell also laughed:

   "Okay! Then I will definitely prepare the best gift for you!"