iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 589 The Temptation of Rose 7
The setting sun's sunlight flowed slowly through the vast forest like thick honey, dyeing the surrounding area a magnificent amber color.

Ser Balon's hands, veins throbbing on the backs of his hands that were grasping the bow, responded to the king, "As you command!"

The young knight's enthusiastic voice echoed in the quiet forest.

Green raised his hand to stop Ser Balon, who was eager to ride away immediately, and turned his eyes to the old Kingsguard from the Stormlands, Ser Meryn Trant (Chapter 164).

"Sir Merlin, I remember that Sir Balon's White Knight training has not yet been completed. If he returns with a full load, how should I reward him?"

In the afterglow, the golden sun-rayed helmet and gold-threaded white scale armor worn by Sir Merin shone with a dazzling light.

He first glanced at Sir Balon, who could hardly hide his nervousness, and grinned. Although he was smiling, his smile looked a little cruel.

"Your Majesty, I am honored to offer you this advice. Young Ser Balon is inevitably lacking in experience. Perhaps you could send him to Storm's End to assist Lord Selwyn Tarth, who is currently organizing a garrison for Storm's End (Chapter 511)."

Green pondered for a moment, then turned his attention to another Kingsguard from the Vale.

Seeing this, Sir Mandon Moore (Chapter 324)'s dead-fish-like light grey eyes moved slightly, and he spoke slowly: "The garrisons are all directly under the royal family. Sir Baron is the right person, my majesty."

"Did you hear that?"

Green gave Sir Baron a warm smile: "They all have high hopes for you. Sir, so do I. Go."

Upon hearing this, Sir Baron's heart was stirred and his Adam's apple rolled involuntarily a few times.

He glanced at everyone with gratitude, then pulled the reins hard. The horse neighed loudly, then quickly turned its head and galloped towards the depths of the forest.

"We await the return of Sir Balon here with honours."

Before jumping off the horse, Green made a little joke and everyone burst into laughter.

Some went to process the king's prey, some found dry wood to light a bonfire, and the accompanying servants were busy in an orderly manner.

Ser Meryn and Ser Mandon patrolled the surroundings, checking for any hidden dangers, while Ser Brienne of Tarth faithfully watched over the king.

Sitting on a folding chair, Green took the wine bag handed to him by Brienne and took a few sips of wine.

Noticing that her clear blue eyes occasionally fell on him, Green looked at her: "What's the matter, sir?"

Brienne's eyes were evasive. She hesitated, then touched the king's chest and said, "I, I ask to wear a white robe and protect you forever."

Green took a sip of wine, paused, and said, "Although you have not yet put on the white robe, you are already fulfilling the duties of the Kingsguard and the captain of the Kingsguard."

Looking at him, Ser Brienne shook her head. "I am a true Kingsguard in my white robes."

She moved her thick lips, lowered her head, and didn't dare to look at him: "Only if I have the ability to shoulder this honor..."

"You are capable and qualified, my loyal knight." Brienne was interrupted by Green.

He leaned back in his chair, pondered for a moment, and then spoke: "Britney, you are the only heir to Lord Selwyn."

Hearing this, Brienne shook her head firmly at Green: "He is he, and I am me."

"Yes, you are you, and father is father."

Green did not deny Brienne's point of view. He paused and then said, "Once upon a time, the heir to Casterly Rock became the Kingsguard of Aerys II without his father's consent."

Regicide?!

Brienne opened her mouth and said, "He has tarnished the honor of the White Robes."

Green leaned back in his chair, looking at the blood-red sunset in the distance, and murmured: "Perhaps, when he swore an oath to King Aerys, his white robe was stained with black." After a moment of silence, his eyes moved over: "I am the king of Earl Selwyn. He is under my protection, and so are you."

With that, Grimm waved to Ser Brienne, motioning her to come closer.

Brienne moved her feet, walked to the chair, knelt down on one knee, placed her right palm on her right knee, straightened her powerful waist, and looked straight at Green.

"You were raised by your family and clan."

She never forgot this!
Brienne was about to speak, but her eyes widened slightly. Within her sight... Green's hand stretched out.

Then, he stroked her cheek, and then his calm and gentle voice came: "Britney, please believe Lord Selwyn, your father loves you very much."

The afterglow of the setting sun coated Green with a layer of flowing gold. The heat from his palm seemed to dissipate in an instant, and she only felt a buzzing in her head.

Brienne was motionless like a stone statue. Green patted her shoulder and said, "Your task is not difficult, but it also concerns your honor. I look forward to putting on the whitest cloak in the Seven Kingdoms for you with my own hands. This is also my promise to you."

Brienne's face seemed to be flushed with excitement. It took her a while to come back to her senses: "Sorry... I... understand. Uh, I mean thank you for everything you have done for me..."

As she spoke, she bowed her head in a somewhat flustered manner: "I have nothing to repay you, Your Majesty."

Green smiled and nodded: "Go ahead, please get me another bag of wine."

"Yes, as ordered."

Brienne left in a hurry, and when she returned, she brought news from the messenger.

After a while, a particularly clear sound of horse hooves came from afar.

Margaery was wearing a dark green hunting suit, with the field-colored cloak on her shoulders fluttering wildly with the galloping horses. Following behind her on horseback were three Tyrell maids, also wearing hunting suits.

The blue-robed guards quickly made way for Margaret and her party, moving in an orderly and efficient manner.

Margaret rode her horse straight over and tightened the reins not far away. The silver-gray horse under her crotch raised its front hooves high, neighed, and then landed steadily.

"Your Majesty Green."

Mamagri tapped the saddle with her toes, her body as light as a falling rose petal, landing gracefully and skillfully on the soft grass.

Then, she walked towards where Green was, and asked, "Did you have a good harvest?"

"A wild boar."

The servant put down a folding chair on the other side of the campfire. Margaret thanked him and sat down gently: "Oh, have all the prey hidden?"

Seeing Margaery joking with him, Green smiled and said, "I asked Sir Balon to chase them."

Green looked away, taking a quick look at the Tyrell maids who were taking care of the horses not far away, and sighed, "Miss Margaery, it is not a good habit to travel without a guard."

The bonfire crackled, and tiny sparks flew everywhere, disappearing in an instant.

"Oh?"

Margery stared at Green's eyes, which sparkled in the firelight like two dazzling gems.

She tilted her head slightly, and the rubies on her earrings swayed gently with her movement.

Her rosy lips curved into a perfect arc as she whispered, "It's not late yet, my lord."

(End of this chapter)