"Oh, yes, I remember that you rejected Your Grace's solicitation and insisted on becoming a bachelor at Citadel?"
Tyrion and Gary walked to Courtyard, and the servants thoughtfully served them fruit plates and fruit wine.
Gary put the fruit wine on little Wooden Table and explained, "I'm not going to be a bachelor, I just want to go to Citadel to find some information."
"Looking for information? King's Landing also has a library, why go to the distant Oldtown Citadel?" Tyrion took a sip of fruit wine, leaned on the stone railing, and looked at the sea view in the distance.
The library of King's Landing does not have as many books as Citadel. Citadel has all the books here. But the library here may not have the classics that Citadel has.
Oh, right.
Gary remembers that Tyrion's two favorite things are PJ and reading, so Tyrion should be a frequent visitor to King's Landing's library. "Do you know if any god has a green stone?"
Tyrion was stunned, "God? As far as I know, Westeros are full of Seven's Sept and statues. They don't have any green stones."
Seven is the most common belief on Westeros, but in addition to Seven, there are also some minority gods.
"What about Seven?"
"Except Seven, that is Old Gods of the North and Drowned God of Iron Islands. Old Gods, you should be more familiar with it than me. There is no green stone in Drowned God's hand... Wait a minute, are you looking for the treasure of the gods?"
Tyrion feels that Gary is wishful thinking, but is embarrassed to say so.
Gary had already made up the story and told it eloquently, "My mother's ancestors once stole the treasure of the gods, which was a green stone. This Godstone has been integrated into our blood, allowing us to use the power of Magic. But at the same time, it also brought a curse. No one can live past thirty."
"Curse? I didn't believe in this kind of thing at first. But after I saw your Magic yesterday, I felt shaken in my heart. It's a curse of not being able to live until the age of thirty. What do you want to do?"
Tyrion took another sip of wine to satisfy his craving and calm down his shock.
Gary continued to tell the story, "I want to find that god and return this power to him. Maybe doing this can lift the curse on me."
Tyrion pondered for a moment and said, "I have never heard of a god with green stone. So you want to go to Citadel to read the books? But most of the information in Citadel records the history of Westeros. What if the god you are looking for is in Essos?"
Gary touched his chin, "I've thought about this too. I can only take one step at a time and go to Citadel first to see if there are any clues."
Tyrion finally understood Gary's choice. No wonder Gary gave up King's Landing's great future. Was it because of the curse?
"Well, you might as well go to Citadel. You just happen to pass by Highgarden. You can go in and talk about your own marriage."
"What marriage?" Gary was stunned for a few seconds.
Tyrion couldn't help but look sideways and asked in confusion, "Have you forgotten? You dedicated Laurel Crown to Margaery·Tyrell yesterday. And she also bowed her head and accepted your coronation, doesn't that mean she has agreed?"
"What consent? Wait... that Maiden yesterday was Margaery·Tyrell? That Rose of Highgarden?"
Gary was dumbfounded. He didn't expect that the scapegoat he randomly selected would be one of the few high-level players in "Game of Thrones" - Little Rose, Margaery·Tyrell?
Tyrion took the wine bottle on the small Wooden Table and poured himself a full glass of fruit wine, "Yeah, you don't know her? It doesn't matter anyway, things have become like this. If you dare to break the contract, Highgarden will probably send someone to Winterfell to negotiate. By then, neither party will look good."
Gary's head shook like a rattle and he waved his hands repeatedly. "No, no, I can't marry Margaery."
Tyrion almost choked, "Ahem... why? Is she not pretty enough? Do you know how many men in this King's Landing covet Margaery's beauty and Highgarden's wealth? With her status, she can even marry the crown prince."
"If you can really marry her, House Tyrell of Highgarden will definitely do his best to help you win Winterfell Duke's seat."
Gary smiled bitterly and said, "She is very beautiful, the most beautiful person I have ever seen. But she... is scheming. I don't like women who are too scheming."
Little Rose Margaery·Tyrell has been taught by her wily grandmother Mrs. Olenna·Redwyne since childhood. At a young age, she knows how to use her own charm to easily manipulate men of all ages. She can use them to get everything she wants without paying almost any price.
In the original series, she deliberately plotted against many people in order to become Queen.
In the end, if Cersei hadn't cheated and destroyed Sept with one Wildfire, the surviving Margaery would probably have been able to climb higher.
Gary To be honest, he likes Margaery's skin very much, but he can't accept her personality.
Margaery is too smart and loves power too much. This is related to the education she received since childhood, and Gary cannot change it.
So they have never been on the same page, and they can't get together happily.
Tyrion raised an eyebrow, "Oh, it turns out you like the simpler Maiden. Then Princess Myrcella is very simple. Didn't you also reject the king?"
Gary touched his nose awkwardly, "Princess Myrcella is too young... forget it, I'll go to Red Keep to get the recommendation letter first, and then leave King's Landing as soon as possible."
Tyrion laughed out loud and asked, "Are you sure you want to avoid Margaery? Please, you are going to Oldtown of the Reach. That is House Tyrell's territory. How can you possibly hide there?"
Gary swallowed, a little nervous. "Just delay, and this matter will be over."
Red Keep, Throne Room.
King Robert sat on Iron Throne and summoned Gary.
Gary retells the story he made up again.
"So Your Grace, I have to go Citadel."
Robert asked the servant on the side to send the recommendation letter he had written long ago to Gary. "It is about your life, so you should go there. But you have to come back early, the kingdom needs your service."
"Understood." Gary took the recommendation letter and was about to quit Throne Room.
"Wait a minute, I'll send two Kingsguard to follow you to Oldtown. With their protection, I can feel more at ease." Robert suddenly stopped Gary, his tone revealing a majesty that could not be refused.
What kind of protection is this? They are obviously sending people to monitor them.
Gary smiled awkwardly and said, "No need, Your Grace. Kingsguard's duty is to protect the safety of Your Grace. How can you follow me to Oldtown? I can be alone, I don't need anyone else to protect me."
Robert knew Gary's dodge, and he added, "Then I will choose two capable knights from House Baratheon to go with you. Having someone to look after you on the way will also make me feel at ease."
The king repeatedly mentioned the word "peace of mind", and Gary, no matter how slow he was, understood what the king meant.
He sent someone to go to Oldtown with him. To put it mildly, it was for protection, but in reality it was because the king wanted to keep track of Gary's whereabouts.
"Thank you Your Grace."
The two knights assigned by Gary and Your Grace rode back to Tyrion's mansion together. He simply packed up and prepared to leave immediately for the Reach's Oldtown.
Tyrion couldn't help but mock. "House Baratheon's knight? Your Grace really values your safety."
Knights are not ordinary soldiers, they are strong men who have the strength to obtain titles. Of course, this "strength" may be family background, or it may be their own hard power.
Obviously, the two of them were specially appointed by Robert, and they must belong to the latter group.
Tyrion knew that Gary was short of money, so he helped buy a Carriage. "The journey is long, and Carriage is much more comfortable than riding a horse."
Gary was convinced. When he and Arya rode to King's Landing, they even changed the harness three times on the way. His inner thighs were full of scars and bruises, all of which were rubbed against the saddle.
"Also, here is a bag of Gold Dragon, enough for you to use along the way." Tyrion threw another money bag to Gary. He really thought of everything for him.
Gary stacked the luggage behind Carriage. After fixing it, he thanked Tyrion: "Thank you very much. But I have always wanted to ask you, why do you want to help me like this?"
Tyrion personally opened the door of Carriage for Gary, "Why do I help you? At first it was because of fate, and later it was because I learned that you are Wizard, so I deliberately make friends with you. My status in the family is very low, no different than an illegitimate child. I will rely on you many times in the future. If I am really in trouble in the future, please help me for the sake of this friendship."
His frankness made Gary even more fond of him. Gary smiled and said to Carriage, "With your talent, you will definitely be in a high position in the future. I don't know who will help whom then."
Tyrion's eyes were a little dim, "I am a shame to Lannister. It is impossible for my family to let me gain rights and status."
But he quickly cheered up and said, "Okay, don't keep those two knights waiting, let's go."
"Goodbye, my friend."
Gary closed the car door and said goodbye solemnly.
Tyrion waved his hand, and under his watch, Carriage and the two knights on horseback slowly left his mansion.
King's Landing Southwest City Gate, King's Gate.
Gary is wiping the dust on the scabbard of Dark Sister inside Carriage. Some corners of the relief are difficult to clean.
Suddenly, Carriage stopped.
The groom said through the small window, "Master Luke, a noble lady stopped in front of us. Her Carriage seems to be broken on the roadside, and she seems to need our help."
Gary frowned, "None of us know how to repair Carriage, how can we help her? Let her go to Gold Cloaks in the city for help."
"Yes... Oh, this lady, you can't..."
Before the coachman finished speaking, Carriage's door was already opened.
Margaery, wearing a sky blue gauze dress, made a stunning appearance outside the door of Carriage. She adjusted her sun hat, wiped the sweat on her forehead with a towel, and then said with a pleading face, "Stark, I have something urgent to go back to Highgarden, but my Carriage is broken on the roadside. You happen to be passing by Highgarden when you go to Citadel, can you take me back with you?"
Gary put Dark Sister on his lap and said seriously, "Can I say no?"
"No." Margaery took off his pitiful disguise and sat down opposite Gary with a tough attitude.