chapter 117 part 1
Chapter 117: The Knight of Flowers
The moment Glyn entered King's Landing, he learned from Joffrey that all the great figures in the city were gathered at the Great Sept of Baelor.
Glyn's heart stirred, and he rode directly to the Red Keep.
The Red Keep, Maegor's Holdfast.
As he neared Maegor's Holdfast, the perceptive Glyn sensed the oppressive atmosphere.
Glyn frowned, and with a flick of his blue cloak, he quickened his pace.
*Tap, tap, tap...* Only the sound of Glyn's hurried footsteps echoed through the empty Maegor's Holdfast.
As Glyn approached the Queen's chambers, he quickly spotted Jaime Lannister standing guard outside the door.
Jaime's face was dark, and he cut a slightly dishevelled figure standing there.
Glyn glanced at the half-open door and offered a salute. "Good day, Ser Jaime. And Her Grace, the Queen?"
Jaime's smile was bitter. He reached out and patted Glyn's arm. "Good day. Cersei... the Queen is not available today..."
Before Jaime could finish, the voice of Cersei Lannister came from within the room.
"Both of you, come in!"
Glyn and Jaime exchanged a look. Glyn's seemed to ask, *What do you mean, not available?*
Jaime's glance replied, *Go in and see for yourself.*
Glyn pursed his lips, broke their gaze, and pushed the door open, entering the Queen's chambers with Jaime.
Queen Cersei, dressed in a wine-red, off-the-shoulder gown, sat on the edge of the bed.
The red mark on her left cheek was conspicuous, yet she made no effort to conceal it.
Cersei sat up straight, her smooth chin tilted slightly upward.
Before Glyn and Jaime could offer their salutes, Cersei's emerald-green eyes shifted, and she spoke. "Lord Glyn, come here."
Glyn paused for a moment, then walked forward without stopping and knelt before Cersei.
Glyn looked at Cersei's red, swollen cheek, his voice laced with suppressed fury. "This is... the King's doing?!"
Cersei did not speak, but Glyn saw a thin film of moisture well up in her beautiful eyes.
*She's acting for me... Cersei is no weak woman!*
Glyn inwardly sighed at Cersei's natural talent; she knew certain traits of men like the back of her hand.
With the atmosphere already set, Lord Glyn couldn't very well back down if he wanted to maintain his established persona.
With Jaime there, Glyn felt perfectly safe.
A cold light glinted in Glyn's eyes as he ground his teeth. "Queen Cersei, give the order, and I will go and cut him down immediately!"
Cersei leaned down and pulled Glyn's head into her embrace.
The corner of her lips curled into a barely perceptible smile.
*So soft...* Glyn wondered if he should wear a helmet next time.
"Glyn, this is a badge of honor."
Cersei stroked the hair on the back of Glyn's head and added, "What truly angers me is that Robert dared to threaten me with Joffrey! He wants to send Joffrey to Storm's End, to forcibly separate mother and son."
Glyn's voice was slightly muffled. "Your Grace, what do you wish to do?"
Cersei felt the warmth, and her lips curled.
She slowly lowered her head, leaving a warm kiss on the crown of Glyn's head before releasing the slightly stiff Glyn.
*Lady Cersei's skill in handling men is superb...* Glyn was dazed for a moment before rising to his feet. He walked back to stand beside the seemingly nonchalant Jaime.
*Alright, men in Westeros only care about one thing, ahem!*
Glyn collected his thoughts and looked at Cersei.
...
"Jaime, Glyn! That drunkard dares to use my son to blackmail me. I will not swallow this insult."
Thinking of Robert's threats, Cersei's anger ignited once more.
Jaime spoke up, "Queen Cersei, we will find a way."
After speaking, Jaime gave an imperceptible nod.
Cersei's eyes trembled slightly. Her anger instantly dissipated, and her mood brightened as the corners of her lips curled up.
Glyn acted as if he hadn't noticed the silent exchange between Cersei and Jaime.
Glyn bowed his head in thought for a moment before speaking. "Your Grace, I hear that Lord Renly bears a strong resemblance to King Robert in his youth?"
Cersei snorted, not wanting to answer. But then she thought of how this favored vassal of hers had never disappointed her, so she gave a slight nod.
Seeing Cersei nod, Glyn said, "King Robert has angered you. He is the King, after all, so we can endure it for now. But... Ser Jaime and I can go teach that look-alike Lord Renly a lesson. That would be a start to venting your anger, would it not?"
Jaime had been holding back his anger. He was somewhat tempted by the suggestion, but after a moment's thought, he still spoke up. "Lord Glyn, Renly is the Lord of Storm's End. He is not only the King's brother but also the Master of Laws on the Small Council. Even a small incident could easily escalate into something major."
Although Jaime rationally advised against it, he then recalled how Renly had once plotted to harm Cersei... To be honest, he was actually very tempted by Glyn's proposal.
Cersei, on the other hand, was quite interested. "Lord Glyn, what do you have in mind?"
Glancing at Jaime, who was stealthily pricking up his ears, Glyn pursed his lips and said, "Your Grace, my method is not sophisticated. Ser Jaime and I are both swordsmen, and swordsmen have their own ways."
"I hear the great figures of King's Landing are now gathered at the Great Sept of Baelor for the funeral of Lord Jon Arryn, the Hand of the King. It should be quite lively there right now."
"Doesn't Lord Renly often boast about how formidable his guards are? Ser Jaime and I can deliberately provoke Lord Renly... This issue can be left to me to handle. Ser Jaime is a Lannister, after all, and some matters are more sensitive for him."
Glyn had no intention of letting these so-called great lords maintain a friendly atmosphere.
Since they had gathered to pursue their own interests, the atmosphere should naturally reflect that.
The devil is often in the details. It would all begin by stirring up a small conflict.
...
Jaime raised an eyebrow and interjected, "I'm not worried about myself."
Jaime meant well; he was subtly reminding Glyn that Renly was not to be trifled with.
Glyn shrugged. "That is why I need your assistance, Ser Jaime."
Glyn was a noble of the Crownlands, and Renly was not his liege lord. As long as he controlled the scale of the confrontation, it shouldn't be a major issue.
Thinking this, Jaime tacitly approved of Glyn's proposal.
He was still seething with anger, and this idea seemed rather good.
This kind of petty squabble didn't pique Cersei's interest. If Glyn had proposed to go and directly finish off Renly, she would have been far more intrigued.
But for now, her grand plan was just one step from completion, so Cersei had a little patience.
Today, Jaime had made his stance clear, and Glyn's performance had also been very satisfactory to Cersei.
In her pleasant mood, Cersei was grudgingly willing to encourage the childish behavior of these two men.
Cersei's tone was uncharacteristically gentle. "My two swordsmen, I shall await your triumphant return."
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Glyn and Jaime weren't going to a battle, and bringing too many men would make it easy for others to assume they were there specifically to cause trouble.
Although they were indeed there to deliberately provoke, they couldn't give them an obvious pretext.
Everything had to appear natural.
Glyn discreetly brought only four Clegane blue-cloaks.
Jaime selected twelve Lannister red-cloaks, the minimum standard for him when traveling.
Under Cersei's encouragement, Jaime's morale was a little too high.
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