The Value of Honor

The moment Lord Mace finished speaking, there was a brief silence before everyone in the tent burst into laughter.

Jaime Lannister calmly swept his gaze around and said, "Lord Mace, I came for the friendship between Lannister and Tyrell."

His answer only provoked another round of laughter from those around him.

Ser Jaime tightened his left hand around his sword hilt. Only when the laughter was about to fade did Lord Mace slowly raise a hand, signaling everyone to be quiet.

"I think that when your sister allowed the Faith to imprison my daughter, the friendship between Tyrell and Lannister ceased to exist..."

Lord Mace's cheeks puffed out as he continued, "I heard your sister has also been imprisoned in the Great Sept of Baelor. Because of her, Tyrell and Lannister have now become the greatest joke in the Seven Kingdoms!"

Bang.

His large hand slammed onto the table before him, his voice brimming with fury. "If not for the white cloak upon your back, I would have thrown you into a cell long ago!"

Everyone's gazes converged on Jaime. Someone suddenly shouted, "Damn Lannisters!"

"They betrayed the alliance!"

"Seize him!"

"Strip him of his white cloak!"

Ignoring the constant condemnations of House Tyrell's bannermen and knights, Ser Jaime stood tall, his blue eyes fixed directly on Mace Tyrell before him.

Then he raised his voice. "House Lannister is willing to support your appointment as Hand of the King."

Ser Jaime's words immediately silenced the tent. He offered a friendly smile and placed a hand over his chest. "Once the matter with the Faith is resolved, Lady Margaery Tyrell will remain the king's betrothed, the future Queen of the Seven Kingdoms."

The imposing expression on Lord Mace's face gradually faded. With his cheeks puffed out, he stroked his pointed beard.