"Oh, my daughter, the Light of Highgarden, praise The Gods!"
Hand of the King Mace never hid his love and pride for his daughter, no matter the occasion.
"Father~"
A faint blush spread across Little Rose's face. Her smile was both shy and helpless, while Hand of the King Mace once again burst into hearty laughter.
The tent was once more filled with everyone's laughter.
Hand of the King Mace stroked his beard and suddenly said seriously, "You're late. Today's feast was held for you."
Yet beneath the deliberately drawn-out tone of her father's words lay his undisguised indulgence toward his daughter.
Margaery dipped her head lightly. "My apologies, everyone."
Then King Gryn saw Margaery's deeply affectionate eyes slowly sweep across those present.
Her glistening doe eyes finally settled on where he sat, and her voice was clear and gentle. "House Tyrell is deeply honored to have His Majesty the King attend my feast."
As she spoke, she gave a slight shrug. "I always wanted to do something..."
"I heard that Your Majesty enjoys the roasted lamb chops prepared by the cooks of Whispers." Margaery turned sideways and gestured toward the rear.
"Everyone knows that lamb from every place has its own distinct flavor, so I sent people to Mermaid Harbor overnight. Blessed by The Gods, the journey was smooth, and they successfully brought that batch of goats to the hunting camp."
As Margaery spoke slowly, Ello Tyrell approached with a silver platter held in both hands. The lamb chops on it still sizzled with grease, and the charred fragrance mingled with the scent of special spices.
Margaery gave Ello a slight nod, then swept her gaze over the crowd and continued, "To thank His Majesty for his generous hospitality, my sisters came up with the idea of roasting the