chapter 121 part 2
After laughing for a while, Tyrion said, "You, my friend, are unexpectedly reliable. I can now return to the embrace of beautiful women with peace of mind. They only love my... golden dragons, hehe!"
Glyn smiled. "Your Lordship, please enjoy the wonderful times."
*Tap, tap.* The sound of footsteps rang out. Glyn turned his head and saw Sulana's figure.
Tyrion, still concerned with his image, immediately wiped the smirk off his face.
"My master, this is the dinner invitation that just arrived."
Glyn took the exquisite invitation, which was stamped with the Golden Rose sigil, and opened it directly.
Glyn raised an eyebrow. "Tonight?"
After a moment of silence, Glyn spoke, "Sulana, reply for me. I will be there on time."
After Sulana left, Tyrion teased, "Is the Golden Rose specially thanking you for knocking out their Ser Loras Tyrell?"
Glyn tapped his fingers on the table a few times and said, "The Hand of the King?"
"Without a doubt," Tyrion said. "They've set their sights on my older sister Cersei's favored courtier."
Having said that, Tyrion deftly climbed down from the chair.
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After seeing Tyrion off, Glyn made some simple preparations and, surrounded by his guards, headed to the Tyrell's banquet location.
As night fell, the stars in the sky gradually appeared, and the moon began to reveal its form.
A gentle breeze brushed against his cheeks, making Glyn feel a hint of coolness.
Glyn had arrived in King's Landing this morning, followed by visits to Maegor's Holdfast and the Great Sept of Baelor. For him, today had been an exceptionally long day.
The invitation bore Margaery Tyrell's handwriting. Glyn guessed it was at the behest of Olenna Tyrell, as this kind of hurried invitation was very much in the style of the Queen of Thorns.
The North had always been distant from King's Landing. The sudden appearance of Lord Eddard's name on the list of candidates for Hand of the King would come as a surprise to most people.
Everyone was well aware of the friendship between the direwolf and the stag, so a sense of urgency was only natural.
Lord Glyn was understanding.
About half an hour later, Glyn and his entourage arrived before the main gate of the Tyrell mansion.
The main entrance of the Tyrell mansion was tall and grand. The heavy oak doors were pushed open, and Glyn entered under the guidance of a servant.
Arriving in the main hall, Glyn saw Margaery coming forward to greet him.
Margaery wore a simple green dress, her long, brown curls cascading lazily over her shoulders.
Margaery's smile was like a blossoming flower. "Good evening, Lord Glyn. I am so pleased you could come. Welcome."
As she spoke, Margaery lightly extended the back of her hand toward Glyn.
"Good evening, Lady Margaery. It is my honor to be invited."
Her fingers were slender and long. Glyn gently lifted her fingertips and symbolically touched the back of her hand.
"My grandmother is upstairs."
Margaery's body turned slightly, extending a hand towards the staircase. Her movement was light and graceful.
Glyn's steps faltered for a moment, and he asked, "Your grandmother... the Queen of Thorns?"
Margaery glanced sideways at Glyn. "Do not mention that title in her presence, Lord Glyn."
Margaery didn't mean to reprimand him; on the contrary, her manner suggested a certain closeness between them.
Glyn recalled the past. Back in Highgarden, his interactions with Margaery had been more polite and formal, never as intimate as today.
Glyn's eyes narrowed slightly... One plays the good cop, the other plays the bad cop. Is that how the roles are assigned today?
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Glyn smiled gently. "Lady Margaery, thank you for your kind reminder. You are very thoughtful!"
Margaery looked at Glyn with her doe-like eyes, her smile warm. "We should go. My grandmother is waiting for you, and her patience isn't the best."
Beside the wooden door upstairs stood two guards wearing gilded half-helms and green robes with gold trim, the golden rose of Highgarden embroidered on their chests. Both were seven feet tall, with broad shoulders, narrow waists, and muscular builds.
The two men had the same strong jaws, the same deep-set blue eyes, and the same dense red beards.
Glyn only glanced at the indistinguishable twins before coming to a stop in front of the door.
Margaery, at his side, took the initiative to introduce them. "These are my grandmother's personal guards. One is named Aeric, the other is Aric. Because they are hard to tell apart, my grandmother simply calls them Left Hand and Right Hand."
Glyn nodded and said, "A very wise naming convention."
Aeric and Aric looked straight ahead, slowly pulling the wooden doors open.
In the hearth, the fire crackled and burned. At the head of the long table sat a wizened, white-haired old woman.
Margaery led Glyn before the old woman, her hands folded over her lower abdomen. "Lord Glyn, it is my honor to introduce you to my grandmother, Lady Olenna, widow of the late Lord Luthor Tyrell of Highgarden, and mother of the current Lord of Highgarden, Mace Tyrell."
Glyn placed a hand on his chest and bowed. "Good evening, Lady Olenna. It is my greatest honor to meet you."
Glyn caught the thick scent of rosewater.
Lady Olenna's cloudy eyes studied Glyn's face for a moment before she spoke kindly, "Sit down, child! I am very pleased that you are willing to join this old woman for dinner."
Glyn first expressed his thanks to Lady Olenna. He then gave a slight nod to Margaery before finally sitting down.
After several servants quickly filled the long table with all kinds of delicacies, they left the room, leaving only Glyn, Olenna, and Margaery.
Lady Olenna's tone was rhythmic and cadenced. "Child, this old woman doesn't have so many rigid rules here. Go on and eat! I heard you just arrived in King's Landing today and immediately went to beat up my grandson. You must be starving by now!"
(end of chapter)