As soon as Robert said this, the few Soldier of the North who were noisy also became quiet.
Gary really didn't expect that the king would do something like this. He looked at Arya blankly, trying to find the answer from her.
But Arya also looked at him Gary in confusion. The king had never told her that he had such a plan.
Now Gary is a little embarrassed. Although he is a stepson, as long as his surname is Stark, he is in line to inherit the position of Winterfell Duke.
If this news reaches Winterfell, it will definitely cause an uproar.
Robert didn't wait for Gary's reaction, and then said, "Come on, give the Laurel Crown in your hand to the most beautiful woman on the field."
He turned sideways and looked at his daughter, obviously meaning something.
Gary couldn't help but frown, did King Robert really want to match him with Princess Myrcella?
Although the princess is very beautiful, she is only twelve years old.
Moreover, Gary aims to travel to Seven Kingdoms, and will even go to Essos in the future, just to find the origin of Mysterious Crystal. He also wants to use the power of Crystal to return to Earth, but he has no time to stay in King's Landing to serve Royal House.
In the future, after Robert dies, Westeros's troubled times will come. He doesn't want to be tied up by Royal House and trapped in the game of power.
As for reporting the incident of Queen Cersei to the king, well, let's not mention that the innocent princess Myrcella will be killed. The most important thing is that the Imp Tyrion will definitely be implicated and will probably be executed by Robert.
When the time comes, Westerlands's Tywin·Lannister will inevitably rebel, and troubled times will come early, which is not necessarily a good thing.
Gary doesn't want much, I just hope that I can protect my friends and relatives in the troubled times in the future. Let them stay away from the turmoil of war and live their lives safely.
He ignored the princess's earnest eyes and began to look at the aristocratic viewing stand aside.
Since he decided not to join Royal House, he would immediately find a scapegoat.
Perhaps because they had just teased and insulted Gary, the nobles did not dare to look at him. Only the beautiful Maiden in a green dress looked at him with a smile.
Maiden has soft light brown curly hair. She is not only tall and pretty, but also has very graceful body curves. It can be said that she is the most beautiful Maiden on the field.
She opened her big brown eyes and looked at Gary confidently.
Although Gary doesn't know her age, Maiden looks very grown... well, well grown, she should be no more than a few years younger than him.
Although the princess inherited the beauty of Queen and is very beautiful, she looks very dry compared to the brown-haired Maiden.
Gary nodded. Since you are so confident, you must come from a big family, so I will choose you to take the blame.
He urged the war horse under his crotch, and under everyone's astonished gaze, he slowly came to the noble viewing stand and said to the Maiden: "This beautiful lady, I wonder if you can accept this Laurel Crown?"
Give you a choice, do you want it or not? Don't say I'm harming you.
The nobles were in an uproar, looking at Gary like a fool. Is there something wrong with this Stark's brain? King Your Grace made it so obvious? How dare he refuse Your Grace's kindness? Refuse Royal House's solicitation?
I heard that the North is freezing in the cold. Could it be that I was stunned by the cold?
In the view of most nobles, accepting the kindness of King Robert is the best choice. In this way, with the help of Robert, maybe Gary can also win the inheritance rights of Winterfell Duke.
The smile on the king's face gradually disappeared. He snorted and returned to his seat gloomily.
Myrcella cried even more aggrievedly, sitting on a wooden chair with his head lowered and sobbing.
Maiden stood up and asked softly, "Have you really thought about it? Do you know what you gave up?"
Gary nodded without hesitation, "I have thought about it, Miss, don't worry."
What are you thinking about? He is anxious to throw away this hot potato in his hand. Quick, quick, quick, take it.
Maiden smiled sweetly, lifted up the skirt with both hands, and bowed low, "Then I will accept your offer Laurel Crown. I hope you can remember your promise."
Gary handed Laurel Crown to the viewing platform, but Maiden did not reach out to take it, but kept bowing his head and saluting.
"Huh?"
Maiden knew that Gary didn't understand aristocratic etiquette, so he reminded him in a low voice, "Stark, you have to wear Laurel Crown for me with your own hands."
"Oh."
Gary stretched out his hands and put a white rose wreath on Maiden's head.
Maiden held up the garland on his head, blushed and said with a smile, "If you are too weak, it will hurt my hair."
"Sorry."
Gary is riding a horse and takes a few steps back politely.
Maiden straightened her waist, took a deep breath, then turned around confidently, staring at everyone proudly. Her eyes were full of pride, and her graceful figure made the men's mouths dry and the women gnashing their teeth.
She just stood in the crowd, like a proud rose that cannot be profaned.
Gary looked at her back, his eyes full of amazement. Among the aristocratic ladies who stuck to the rules, this flamboyant Maiden seemed very unique and seemed to have a different kind of charm.
But he didn't see it. When Maiden turned his head and noticed his expression, the corner of his mouth raised a charming and successful smile.
Gary I even regretted a little at this time. Wouldn't it be a bit bad for me to trick such a beautiful woman like this?
He pulled the horse's head and prepared to leave the arena.
"Little Stark, you want to run away without giving me an explanation? Come on stage!"
King Robert shouted loudly and stopped Gary who was about to leave.
Gary dismounted helplessly and gave the horse to the servant on the roadside. He climbed over the wooden fence with Ice and stepped onto the high platform of Royal House.
"Your Grace, everyone Prince."
Robert sat on the seat, picked up the wine glass, and said with a bad expression, "What? Isn't my little princess beautiful enough? Isn't she qualified to wear the crown of Queen of Love and Beauty?"
Gary smiled bitterly and said, "Your Grace, although I come from a remote the North, I also know the meaning of that Laurel Crown. This... princess is too young, I really..."
"Ha, you guys are still dreaming about my little princess? How could I marry Myrcella to your cold place?"
Gary raised his head to observe suspiciously. Could it be that he had misunderstood and the king did not mean that at all?
If he hadn't seen the king's eyes filled with the emotion "You don't know how to appreciate me, I'm very angry", he would have almost believed it.
"Uh, Your Grace is right, I was overthinking it."
King Robert put down his wine glass and pointed at Princess Myrcella who was secretly wiping her tears next to him, "But you made my princess cry, Stark, are you going to despise Royal House?"
Gary bowed his head and saluted, "I dare not, Your Grace, please let me find a way to compensate Princess Prince."
King Robert took the wine glass and came to Gary with heavy steps, "Before you and Arya·Stark entered the city, I had already received the Raven message from Ned."
Gary did not answer. Raven must be faster than others. This is normal.
King Robert added, "Do you know how Ned described you in the letter?"
Gary felt that because the king valued him so much, Eddard must have said a lot of good things for him.
"He said that you are the last Wizard of Westeros. He also said that you are an unparalleled Ice Magic and can turn ice into ice with your bare hands."
King Robert's voice was very loud. In addition, the king was angry just now. No one dared to whisper in the venue, and it was extremely quiet. Therefore, the nobles on the viewing platform and the civilians outside the venue who had not yet left also heard it.
Wizard? Magic? What a dreamy vocabulary.
Magic seems to be a fantasy story from ancient times. It has long since disappeared along with the extinction of Dragon.
Over the past 100 years, several generations of kings have searched for traces of Dragon and Magic, but most of the "Wizard" who came to King's Landing were deceitful fraudsters.
These people were eventually sentenced to death as the price for deceiving Royal House.
Magic..., has become a human fantasy, as if it had never appeared before.
Among the people present, there were elderly people in their seventies or eighties. They had experienced three kings, but they had never seen the real Magic. Not only these old people, but even their ancestors more than a hundred years ago had no chance to see the splendor of Magic.
Since the old people have never seen Magic, let alone the young people present.
Everyone could not help but stand on tiptoes, eagerly waiting. They were eager to witness the birth of a Wizard, or the tragic death of a fraudster.
Gary sighed, Eddard has such a big mouth, I wouldn't have told him if I had known.
"What? Is there a problem? Ned's character, I know, he can't deceive me. Could it be that you deceived him?"
King Robert's tone gradually became colder, with a hint of murderous intent.
Arya took courage and said loudly, "Luke is not lying, he is Wizard who knows Ice Magic, and all of us at Winterfell know it!"
Gary slowly raised his head, changed hands with Ice, and used his free left hand to touch Robert's wine glass.
Under the horrified gaze of everyone, the Golden Goblet in the king's hand shattered into inch-by-inch ice shards, and a wisp of light red Water Flow flowed upward in defiance of gravity and gathered in the palm of Gary's hand.
In the blink of an eye, an extremely bright red Ice Rose appeared in Gary's hand.
He held up the rose and bent down to offer it to Princess Myrcella, "Dear Prince, please accept my sincere apology to you."
Princess Myrcella covered her mouth in surprise. She looked away shyly and took the rose from Gary's hand, "Thank you, Stark."
Cersei also had a look of surprise in her eyes. She looked at Tyrion on the viewing platform and mouthed silently. "You knew this a long time ago?"
Tyrion raised the wine glass in his hand proudly and moved his lips in the same way. "Of course."