Compared to his side, the cheers from behind… or rather, the women's shouts, were exceptionally piercing.
King Joffrey turned his head to glance, then loudly called out to Sandor, "My dog, go to the back and see what's happening!"
Sandor, standing nearby, did not leave. He said, "King, delicate flowers love the handsome Kingsguard."
King Joffrey paused, then smiled and waved to the crowd on the other side, before turning back and asking, "What do you mean by that?"
Sandor pulled on the reins, adjusting his horse's direction, and said, "Jaime Lannister is very popular."
King Joffrey's handsome face twisted, "He's just a cowardly loser! Why should he be more beloved than the King?!"
Sandor paused, then replied, "Kingsguards cannot marry or have children, so anyone can love him, King."
"Dog, aren't you also a Kingsguard?" King Joffrey barely managed to suppress the urge to kick him.
Sandor shrugged and replied, "King, I am ugly."
Hearing his reply, King Joffrey first froze, then cackled, and while still smiling broadly, he waved to the crowd again.
As he rode, King Joffrey grew increasingly angry, even hateful. Jaime was a defeated captive, while he sat in the Red Keep; he had not only quelled the rebellion in the Vale but also captured the Lord of the Eyrie… Yet now, Jaime was stealing the cheers that rightfully belonged to him.
King Joffrey was furious. He gritted his teeth and said, "I don't like my uncle."
The cheers from both sides were constant. Sandor saw his King speak, but didn't hear him clearly.
He lightly nudged his horse's flank, moving a little closer, and asked, "King, what are your orders?"
His chest heaving, King Joffrey looked back with hatred, then abruptly kicked his spurs, saying, "Speed up!"
The horse in front suddenly bolted, causing the horse being led behind to startle slightly. If Sandor hadn't intervened in time, the little Duke Robert on the saddle would have nearly fallen off.
Maester Colmon, who had been trotting alongside the horse, was greatly startled. Watching the horse gallop further and further away, he was powerless to keep up.
"Give this fool a horse," Sandor ordered first, then kicked his spurs and galloped forward.
The stag-lion banner quickly disappeared ahead. The elegant Ser Jaime was busy dealing with the enthusiasm of the King's Landing women and had no energy to pay attention to anything else. Tyrion was too short to see. So, for the moment, only Lord Greene noticed that King Joffrey had gone ahead.
Near noon, it wasn't until they reached Hook Alley and 'bid farewell' to the enthusiastic populace that Tyrion suddenly realized, stretching his neck to look around, "Where's Joffrey?"
Ser Jaime frowned, looking ahead. King Joffrey was indeed gone.
Greene's voice sounded, "He left somewhere in the middle of Fleabottom Street, Mr. Lannister and Mr. Lannister."
Hearing this, Ser Jaime merely nodded, indicating he knew; Tyrion just shrugged.
Then, there was no other reaction.
Although Joffrey was an underage King… perhaps this was a certain arrogance hidden in the bones of top noble descendants. Greene couldn't help but sigh inwardly as he looked towards the Red Keep. Here… it seemed only he was loyal, ahem!
Tyrion spoke, "Brother Jaime, if you wished, you wouldn't even need to spend a Gold Dragon to enjoy the services of beautiful women…"
He sighed dramatically, "I'm dying of jealousy!"
Greene smiled and said, "Ser Jaime, from now on, when there's a parade, if you're there, I'll stay away."
He gritted his teeth and said, "It would be best if you actively stayed away from me."
Facing the glares of Greene and Tyrion, Ser Jaime merely gave a wry smile.
The Red Keep seemed to be right before him. Ser Jaime looked at it, unconsciously quickening his horse's pace.
No matter how many people loved Jaime, his heart only held Cersei.
Greene glanced at Tyrion, who was deep in thought, and also quickened his horse's pace.
In front of the Red Keep gate, Kevan Lannister, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, with golden hair and beard, stood with his hands behind his back, looking at them with a benevolent expression.
Tyrion's voice held surprise, "Aha, Uncle Kevan!"
Ser Jaime smiled and nodded. He and Tyrion dismounted and quickly walked towards him.
Greene watched Ser Kevan bend down to embrace Tyrion, his eyebrows slightly raised, feeling that the person before him had appeared there for his sake.
Greene dismounted, surrounded by Monton, Brienne, Anguy, and a dozen other guards, and walked towards the gate.
As Greene approached them, Ser Kevan looked over at him, a friendly smile on his face.
Greene stopped, met Ser Kevan's gaze for a moment, then lightly nodded his chin, his lips curving slightly, and said, "Good day, Lord Lannister."
Ser Kevan was somewhat bald, with a thick chin and a closely trimmed beard.
He secretly sized up Greene, then smiled slightly and said, "Good day, Count Crabb."
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