"Good day, Your Grace."
Stag's Antlers—Duke of Maidenpool (Chapter 557)—Dick Crabb jumped down from his horse, his jaw trembling slightly as he forcibly swallowed back a throat-tearing yawn.
Duke Dick now paid great attention to his image before others.
Some time ago, Dick had traveled to Dragonstone on behalf of the Targaryen-Crabb royal house to inspect the mines. He had arrived at the Blackwater Rush docks late last night.
The city gates had already been closed, so Dick had no choice but to rest at an inn by the docks. Early this morning, he had come to report to Queen Daenerys.
"You have worked hard."
Duke Dick nodded with a dignified expression, ordering the others to wait outside while he entered the Red Keep with two attendants.
"Welcome, Duke Crabb!"
As Dick approached, the soldiers standing on either side lowered their heads in salute.
To be honest—
Even now, Dick occasionally wondered whether he was dreaming. He had become a duke, and even a cadet branch of the royal house.
Every day, he basked in others' flattery—when he occasionally could not resist "teasing" pretty Maidservants, even his wife—the Countess of Maidenpool, Eleanor Mooton—would pretend not to see it, remaining as gentle as summer sunlight.
Back then, although Eleanor had concealed it well, Dick could sense the casual contempt she showed toward him, her husband.
Now—
Thank The Gods. No, the one he ought to thank was the merciful and generous King Gryn!
After passing through the Red Keep's gates, another group of soldiers standing guard inside saluted Duke Dick. At the same time, their eyes carefully swept over the waists of him and his attendants.
Yes, ever since King Gryn and Queen Daenerys had been crowned, no visitor to the Red Keep had been permitted to bring in any weapons.