The interior decoration of White Sword Tower was extremely simple; Greene did not flip through the white book and went to the top floor with Ser Jaime.
The sun was gradually setting in the west, and golden sunlight, like shattered gold, scattered across the sea, shimmering with dazzling light as the waves rose and fell.
Greene's face, beneath his dark hair, was flushed red, a slight smile playing on his lips, as if he were enjoying the beautiful scenery of the outer sea.
"I like it here too."
Ser Jaime, who had walked up from behind, said this while tossing a leather wineskin to Greene.
Greene caught the wineskin, pulled out the stopper, and took a gulp, but couldn't help but frown slightly.
"What kind of wine is this? This taste… well, it's impressive."
Ser Jaime chuckled nonchalantly, took a gulp of wine himself, and then said, "Kingsguard cannot indulge in fine wine."
Greene took another gulp of wine and said, "Kingsguard are more like another kind of monk."
"...It seems Tyrion also told me something similar."
Ser Jaime looked in the direction of Blackwater Bay for a moment in silence, then suddenly said, "How do you feel after meeting Lord Tywin?"
Greene thought seriously for a moment and said, "It felt like a strong and majestic Lion was crouching in front of me, and under his gaze, I felt as if I were naked."
He shook the wineskin in his hand at Jaime: "Much more impressive than this."
After hearing Greene's description, Ser Jaime couldn't help but laugh: "Your description… is also impressive."
Greene shrugged and said, "You can speak directly, Ser."
"You truly have keen insight."
Ser Jaime spread his hands and said, "I heard what happened on the tower. I want to know the purpose of you doing that."
After a pause, Greene's brown eyes looked at the solemn Ser Jaime: "Although King Joffrey is not yet an adult, he cannot be burdened with infamy. This is my public intention."
Ser Jaime's gaze shifted slightly, and he pressed, "Then what is your private intention?"
Greene leaned against the wall and replied, "When I take the title of Lord of the Eyrie, it will be even more justified."
The person in front of him was too frank, which made Ser Jaime momentarily stunned: "I thought you would at least come up with a pretty good reason."
"Don't be surprised, Ser."
Greene's gaze turned to the distant sea, and he continued, "Many people can see my purpose, but my approach is the most rational. As for myself… actually, most people know that I am already the de facto ruler of the Vale, or the true Lord of the Eyrie without the title yet."
After a pause, Ser Jaime said, "Perhaps your method is more appropriate, but I am worried about another matter."
One of Greene's eyebrows slightly arched, and he said, "King Joffrey?"
Hearing this, Ser Jaime opened his mouth and said, "Are you truly from the Crabclaw Point, Mister Greene?"
Greene joked, "Mister Jaime, cough, standing in front of you is the Seven Kingdoms' foremost general."
Ser Jaime smiled helplessly and said, "Alright, alright, the prisoner of Riverrun has not yet washed away his shame."
Greene looked up and laughed, saying, "I'm waiting to see the Lion catch the wolf."
"You will see it. I can't let down the expectations of a famous general."
Their banter quickly ended. Ser Jaime cleared his throat and said seriously, "Only protection without learning a lesson, Joffrey… the King will become even more willful. He is the King, and this is not good for the kingdom."
Greene's gaze shifted slightly: "You are seeing another person through King Joffrey, aren't you?"
He gazed at Ser Jaime for a moment, then continued, "Don't worry, he won't become Mad King II, because the Mad King didn't have a grandfather, an uncle, and a mother by his side."
Patting Jaime's arm, he added, "There are still three years. Don't be too anxious, Ser. Moreover, you should know Duke Tywin's capabilities better than I do. Once he has quelled the wars in the Seven Kingdoms, he will have time to train a good King."
...
On the way to Maegors Holdfast, Greene suddenly asked, "What has Tyrion been busy with lately?"
Ser Jaime's smile held a hint of schadenfreude: "The Master of Coin is busy raising gold dragons for the King's wedding."
"Lannister… raising money?"
"I think it's Father's… to him…"
"...The scene will be grand?"
"...The Queen Regent's demand is seven hundred and seventy thousand gold dragons."
"...Did the Small Council approve it?"
"...My father suddenly agreed… um… yesterday…"
...
In the spacious and luxurious hall of Maegors Holdfast, orange-red flames danced in the fireplace.
Cersei Lannister sat at the head of the dining table. She wore a golden gown with a low neckline, revealing her fair shoulders and half of her bosom. The ends of the wide sleeves were spirally adorned with many small emeralds, as was her bodice, with a larger one set in her exquisite headdress.
The candlelight flickered, as if casting a glow upon her.
During their quiet conversation, when Greene raised his wine glass to drink, he would occasionally "secretly" glance at the Light of the West from the corner of his eye during the moment he tilted his head back, as if worried about being noticed by her.
Compared to the reserved Sir Greene, Ser Jaime's gaze was very direct; his emotions were genuinely expressed.
Queen Regent Cersei was naturally exceptionally sensitive to men's gazes; the admiration and awe in those eyes could not escape her.
The corners of her lips curved imperceptibly. Whether it was Greene or Jaime, she was very satisfied with the reactions of her two swords tonight.
As Greene's gaze swept over Jaime's face, filled with pleasure, a hint of disdain flashed. Hadn't they argued fiercely not long ago? When he came over, wasn't it with reluctance and unwillingness?
Just a few subtle provocations from Cersei, and Jaime immediately reverted to his familiar self. Lord Greene disdained him.
Queen Regent Cersei gently put down her jewel-encrusted golden wine glass and suddenly said, "I received news that Little Rose of House Tyrell arrived at an inn outside King's Landing this afternoon."
She suddenly brought up Margaery, and Greene's eyes trembled slightly. As expected of Cersei, she had just solved her marriage problem, and she immediately set her sights on another "battle." The Lioness truly never stopped fighting.
Ser Jaime's gaze shifted slightly, and he said, "That's good news. Joffrey will be able to see his fiancée tomorrow. He'll surely be delighted."
"Tomorrow?"
Queen Regent Cersei snorted coldly and continued, "How could it be tomorrow. The hypocritical Lady Golden Rose will surely make thorough preparations before entering King's Landing and then having an audience with my son."
Ser Jaime looked at Cersei warily and said, "It's understandable. No girl dislikes dressing up, and she also wants to show her most beautiful self in front of her fiancé."
"You are truly naive." Queen Regent Cersei snorted coldly again.
A hint of coldness entered the Lioness's eyes, and she continued, "Jaime, I regret to tell you, her careful dressing is not for our Joffrey, but for the commoners of King's Landing. Golden Rose is ambitious; they are not marrying Little Rose to my son, they are marrying her to Joffrey's kingdom."
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