Chapter 94

Chapter 94 Queen of Thorns

High Garden .

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

  The butler who led the way saw the nervousness of the young man, 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."

  Hearing this, Dickon seemed even more nervous.

  In fact, he would rather face the Duke Mace than Lady Olenna who was known as the "Queen of Thorns". He always felt that her eyes are always stabbing..

  If only father was here.

  The young man thought to himself.

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

  He recognized Garlan Tyrell at a glance. The second son of the Duke was bravely fending off the attack of three enemies all by himself, using only a shield adorned with golden roses.

  Dickon's blood boiled with enthusiasm, He was eager to join in, as if he too desired to compete with the other party.

  But alas, he now represents Lord Randyll Tarly.

  He must remain dignified.

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

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

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

  "Sir Dickon!"

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

  She was wearing a long green silk dress and 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.

  "Lady Margery." Dickon quickly lowered his head.

  she was so beautiful.

  He felt that his face must be flushed by now.

  No, I am representing Earl Randyll and the Tarly family...

  The young man tried his best to calm himself down.

  "Come on, Dickon, grandma is waiting for you. We have great news to tell you."

"Great news ?"

Dickon was led by Margaery to the bench in surprise to the old woman at the head of the table.

  "Sit down, child."

Lady Olenna gave Dickon a short smile, "Are you wondering why we women have afternoon tea and invited you to join?"

Dickon sat stiffly on the chair's edge, said: "I think it should be because of the good news that lady Margery just said?"

  "That's right. News came from Eagle Island that your father and elder brother defeated the Dornish army in Starfall City. "

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

  "Yes." Margaery put a plate of cheese in front of Dickon, and personally bought him a cup of tea, and said at the same time, "And they defeated the Dorne army of nearly 20,000! Such a big victory haven't been seen in years."

  Dickon's breathing became more rapid.

  At this moment, he really wished he could fly to Starfall City, and charge into battle with his father and elder brother.

  "Sometimes I really envy Randyll Tarly." Lady Olenna sighed, "He has two outstanding sons."

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

  "Oh!" Lady 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 thinking into that wide head."

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

  "Grandmother." Luckily, Margaery saved him, "Be careful with your words, or Sir Dickon will think we are a bunch of weirdos."

  "He will think we are a bunch of funny people." Lady Olenna said looking at Dickon, "Isn't it?"

  Dickon nodded quickly.

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

  "And I'm right. My son is an idiot, don't you all call him in private? ' Almighty lord'? I think it is suitable, and he should wear the tag of almighty lord on his crown , and put that crown on his head , only after that he wou probably be satisfied. And his father is also a Idiot. Yes, I mean my husband, and though I love him, and he's kind and good in bed, he just has no brains..."

  Dickon felt dizzy.

  Lady 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 Lady Olenna change the subject and asked abruptly:

  "By the way, I heard many people say that your brother was good for nothing before, is it true? "

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

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

  Dickon was ashamed.

  "What was your brother like before?" Margaery asked.

  When she laughed she was like a sea of flowers in midsummer, and it made Dickon dizzy all the more.

  "Brother, he...he..."

  "Don't be afraid."

Lady Olenna patted Dickon with her hand.

"You can say anything here, and it won't be spread around," she assured him. "In fact, I even scolded my husband and son for not being discreet enough. Don't hesitate, speak your mind. There are very few people in this world foolish enough to go blabbing their mouths outside these walls."

  Dickon could only honestly say: "In fact, my brother was not stupid, but he didn't like to fight with others before , and don't want to accept knight training, that's why he kept making father angry."

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

  "You came from Bright Water City this time, right?"

  "Yes."

  "Ai!! Is that old Florent in good health?"

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

  "I guess so." Lady Olenna turned on the poisonous tongue mode again, "You know, more bad-tempered guys are in better health. Just like me, I just say what I don't like, and I never hold it in my heart. The same is true for Alester, he must have cursed the Tyrell family in front of you, right?"

  Dickon shook his head quickly.

  Lady Olenna sneered, obviously not believing: "I don't believe you ! 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' Maris, They are closer to the King Garth 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.

  Dazed, he suddenly heard Lady Olenna ask again abruptly:

  "What conditions did your father set for Florent this time to make them agree to send troops?"

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

  "Who will who marry?" Margaery asked with a smile.

  Dickon looked down, not daring to meet her eyes.

  "Elo Florent?" Lady Olenna smiled.

  Dickon hurriedly used the teacup to cover his face while drinking tea.

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

  Lady Olenna's eyes were cold, and she said with deep meaning: "It seems that I guessed it right. Congratulations, your Tarly 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 have som things to do..."

  Lady Olenna looked at the poor child, smiled and said, "Okay, you can leave."

  Dickon got up and bowed, and then fled.

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