Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Chapter 94 Afternoon Tea of ??the Queen of Thorns (3rd update)

High Court.

Walking in the garden full of golden roses, Dickon Tarly raised his hand for the seventh time to straighten his collar.

The housekeeper who led the way saw the boy's nervousness, and comforted him with a smile:

"Sir Dickon, don't be nervous. This is not a formal meeting. The Duke is not here. Only Lady Olenna and the Tyrell girls are having afternoon tea."

Dickon seemed even more nervous when he heard the words.

In fact, he would rather face the Duke of Metz than Madam Olenna, known as the "Queen of Thorns". He always felt that there were thorns in the eyes of the other party.

If only my father was here.

The young man thought to himself.

Walking through the garden, the two passed a martial arts training ground, and Dickon saw a dozen men training inside.

He recognized Garlan Tyrell at a glance. The second son of the duke was holding a shield embroidered with golden roses to face the attack of the three alone.

Dickon's blood boiled with enthusiasm and he was eager to try, as if he also wanted to compete with the other party.

But unfortunately, he is now representing Lord Randyll Tarly.

He must be dignified.

The boy sighed, looked away, and continued to follow the butler.

The two of them walked across a false bridge and came to a long and spacious pavilion, where a dozen or so ladies were chatting and drinking tea.

Deacon tried his best to keep the smile on his face from being too rigid, and nodded to the oncoming gazes.

"Sir Dickon!"

Dickon saw the noble and beautiful daughter of the duke, Miss Margaery Tyrell, walking towards him with a smile.

She was wearing a long green silk dress, with a rosette made of gold thread on her chest. Her brown eyes shone with a lively brilliance, which made him dare not look directly at her.

"Miss Margery." Dickon quickly lowered his head.

She is so beautiful.

He felt that his face must be very red now.

No, I am representing Earl Randyll, the Tully family...

The teenager tried hard to calm himself down.

"Come on, Dickon, Grandmother is waiting for you. We have great news for you."

"Extremely good news?" Dickon was in awe, led by Margery to the old woman sitting at the head of the long table.

"Sit down, child." Mrs. Olenna showed a short smile to Dickon, "Are you wondering why we women have afternoon tea and invite you to join?"

Dickon sat stiffly on the edge of the chair, and said, "I think it's because of the good news that Miss Margery just said?"

"That's right. There's news from Yingzui Island that Ni's father and elder brother defeated the Dorne army in Starfall City."

"Really?" Dickon almost jumped up excitedly and waved his arms a few times.

"Yes." Margaret put a plate of cheese in front of Dickon, and personally bought him a cup of scented tea, and said at the same time, "And it defeated the Dorne army of nearly 20,000! Such a big victory, already Haven't seen it for many years."

Dickon's breathing became more rapid.

At this time, he really wished he could fly to Starfall City, and charge forward with his father and brother.

"Sometimes I really envy Randall Tarly." Mrs. Olenna sighed, "There are two outstanding sons."

Dickon quickly responded: "Your children are also very good..."

"Oh!" Mrs. Olenna sneered and said, "I don't know what virtue my son has? Sometimes I really want to hit him with a big wooden spoon, so that I can pour all kinds of wisdom and thoughts into that fat in the head."

Dickon's smile became more and more stiff, and he didn't know how to respond.

"Grandmother." Luckily, Margery helped him out, "Be careful with your words, otherwise Sir Deacon will think we are a bunch of weirdos."

"He will think we are a fun bunch." Mrs. Olenna looked at Dickon, "Isn't it?"

Dickon nodded quickly.

Just about to say something to praise Duke Metz to ease the embarrassment, but before he could speak, Madam Olenna said again:

"And I'm right. My son is an idiot, don't you all call him 'Master Inflatable Fish' in private? I think it's quite appropriate, and he should have an inflatable fish as his personal coat of arms, plus Put a crown on the fish's head, and perhaps he should be content.

And his father is also an idiot. Yes, I'm talking about my husband, although I love him, he's kind and he's not bad in bed, but he just has no brains..."

Dickon felt only dizzy.

Mrs. Olenna's words made his face burn and his heart beat faster, and her speech was fast and urgent, rushing towards his face like a raging flood, making him unable to breathe, let alone think.

Just when he was at a loss, Dickon suddenly heard Mrs. Olenna change the subject and asked abruptly:

"By the way, I heard a lot of people say that your brother was an idiot before. Is this true?"

"Brother, he used to be very..." Dickon was startled, and quickly shut his mouth.

How could he speak ill of his brother in front of outsiders?

Dickon was secretly ashamed.

"What was your brother before?" Margaret asked.

When she laughed, it was like a sea of ??flowers in midsummer, which made Dickon dizzy even more.

"Brother, he...he..."

"Don't be afraid of the children." Mrs. Olenna patted Dickon with her withered hands. "There is nothing you can't say here, and no one will spread it after you say it. You see, I even scold my husband and son. Don't Hesitant, say what you have, there are few people in this world who are not idiots, there is nothing bad to say."

Dickon had no choice but to say honestly: "Actually, my brother is not stupid. It's just that he didn't like to fight with people before, and he didn't want to accept knight training. That's why he kept making father angry."

Mrs. Olenna's eyes flickered, she smiled slightly, and said again:

"Are you here from Bright Water City this time?"

"Yes."

"Is Alister Florent alright?"

"Grandfather is in good health, thank you for your concern."

"I guess so." Mrs. Olenna turned on the poisonous tongue mode again, "You know, the more bad-tempered guys are, the healthier they are. Just like me, I just say what I don't like, and I never hold back So is Alister, he must have cursed the Tyrell family in front of you a lot, right?"

Dickon shook his head hastily.

Mrs. Olenna sneered, obviously not believing: "No wonder! I don't know how many times I have heard him say that Florent's lineage can be traced back to the daughter of 'Green Hand' Gals, 'Fox' Florey They are closer to the Gardener Kings than House Tyrell, and they should have inherited Highgarden, not Tyrell..."

Dickon began to feel dizzy again.

He found that the clothes on his back were soaked, and talking to the old lady was more tiring than fighting.

Dizzy, he suddenly heard Mrs. Olenna ask again abruptly:

"What conditions did your father set for Florent this time before they agreed to send troops?"

"Father promised to let my brother marry..." Dickon half-spoken, and quickly shut up, as if realizing that he had said something he didn't say.

"Who will you marry?" Margaret asked with a smile.

Dickon looked down, not daring to meet her eyes.

"Elo Florent?" Mrs. Olenna smiled.

Dickon hurriedly took the opportunity of drinking tea to cover his face with the teacup.

It's a pity that this young boy can't hide anything in front of the old and spicy "Queen of Thorns".

Ms. Olenna's eyes were cold, and she said with deep meaning: "It seems that I guessed it right. Congratulations, your Tully family is going to marry the Florent family."

Dickon didn't know how to respond, his face flushed like a ripe pomegranate.

"Ma'am, I...I want to make it easier..."

Mrs. Olenna looked at the poor child, smiled and said, "Okay, let's go."

Dickon got up and saluted, then fled.

(end of this chapter)

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