Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 261 Larry's Bewitching
When this letter was sent, Lord Linman was already in the High Court.

At the same time, Aegon and his brother Aemond also arrived at Highgarden with the Hightoar family's entourage for the banquet.

High Court.

The castle is built of white marble, and many consider Highgarden to be the most beautiful castle in all of Westeros.

It was protected by three ring walls, all made of white stone, each wall being higher and thicker than the one before it.

Inside the city walls, the high gardens are like a green paradise, with flowers blooming everywhere, and courtyards, pools, and artificial waterfalls adorning the entire castle.

Stone carvings, fountains, and marble colonnades can be seen in every corner.

Grapes and roses adorn the walls and statues, and the ancient buildings are covered with vines.

"Is this Highgarden!?"

Standing atop the main tower of Highgarden, Imond could see all the estates and fields within a radius of several kilometers.

The wildflowers and golden roses grew everywhere, like a natural, boundless flower garden.

"This is even more beautiful than River Valley Town."

Aegon, carrying a bottle of fine wine, enthusiastically surveyed the landscape.

Highgarden possesses a chaotic natural beauty, appearing far more bustling than the minimalist river valley town at first glance.

"I like the layout here."

Imond looked on with envy.

River bends are wonderful; the air is pleasant, the land is lush and green, and seeds planted in the soil can blossom and bear fruit.

Even sheep thieves couldn't help but have a great appetite when they arrived here.

“Young men, if you keep chatting, you’ll miss the banquet, which will make the girls who came here specifically for you sad.”

Sir Mond came up from behind and said with a teasing laugh.

"coming."

Aegon got excited as soon as he heard about the girl.

hall.

A large marble dome is adorned with glass chandeliers, and the white marble floor is cut to form a giant golden rose pattern.

At this time, the hall was filled with nobles from most of the river bend region.

clap clap clap!
A plump old man with graying brown hair clapped his hands vigorously, and the chaotic scene immediately quieted down.

He is the master of Highgarden, the current Duke of Tyrell.

Old Tyrell, his eyes slightly glazed, pointed towards the hall entrance and called out loudly, "Gentlemen, welcome our Princes Aegon and Aymond."

clap clap clap!
Regardless of their own thoughts, the nobles applauded and welcomed them.

Aegon walked ahead, muttering smugly, "I didn't expect we'd be so popular."

Aemond remained silent.

"The arrival of the two princes, who even hinted at a marriage alliance, made their popularity inevitable."

At this moment, the old man Lin Man came over.

Imond glanced at him and saw the old man wiping his mouth, with a little cream still stuck to the corner of his lips.

It's a bit unreliable.

Lin Manren, an experienced and shrewd man, encouraged her, "Don't be shy. The atmosphere in the River Bend is open-minded, unlike other places that are rigid and conservative."

That's not the case.

As soon as Imond entered, he saw two couples with delicate features among the crowd.

For the first 11 years of his life, he only saw this kind of relationship, which was not accepted by society, in brothels and with Lannino.

During their conversation, the three of them walked together to the center of the hall.

Old Tyrell greeted them with a warm yet humble smile, and then introduced the two princes to the distinguished nobles one by one.

Aegon was arrogant and mostly boasted to these people.

Earl Hobart followed closely behind, showering his grand-nephew with unrestrained praise, exaggerating his great-nephew's abilities to the skies.

Imond pursed his lips.

Unsurprisingly, he was ignored once again.

"Highgarden welcomes you, Prince Imond."

Suddenly, a young and handsome man dressed in green walked up to me.

He had thick, slightly curly brown hair, bright brown eyes, fair skin, and well-defined features. His demeanor exuded a humble and polite aristocratic air.

"Are you from House Tyrell?"

Imond noticed the gold rose brooch worn on the other person's chest.

“Garland Tyrell, the Duke of Highgarden, is my father.”

Sir Garland smiled slightly.

"Is that right?"

Aemon looked astonished, repeatedly comparing old Tyrell to the handsome man before him.

"That's a bit impolite of you."

Garland looked helpless.

"Feel sorry."

Imond realized his rudeness and quickly apologized.

Questioning the appearance of a father and son is equated with questioning the legitimacy of their bloodline.

“It’s alright. My father was also very handsome when he was young, but he just couldn’t escape middle age.”

Garland is very understanding.

Maintaining such an elegant and graceful demeanor at such a moment greatly increased Imond's goodwill towards him.

They're much better than those treacherous and repulsive guys in King's Landing.

According to my cousin, such people are a rare breed in Westeros.

"If you have time, how about I show you around Highgarden?"

Garland noticed that he was being ignored, so he took the initiative to befriend him.

"it is good."

Imond immediately agreed.

Garland was very popular, and he led him to the other side of the hall, where he introduced him to some of the nobles from the Reach.

Imond spoke with each of them and found that these nobles treated him very kindly.

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but it seems that I'm divided into two distinct circles with the nobles introduced by Earl Hobart.

"It is an honor to host you. I hope you can stay at High Court for a while longer, Your Highness."

Old Tyrell came.

Beside him was a beautiful and charming young woman.

Galan introduced, "This is Lady Siri, from the Kreh family of the Western Rallhouse, and she is my stepmother."

"Hello, madam."

Imond was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly bowed.

"Hello, Prince."

Xi Rui smiled, her eyes narrowed, and slightly bent her voluptuous figure. This was an even bigger shock, making Imond blush.

Only Aegon knew that he had a hobby similar to his cousin's.

I like mature older women.

However, the older woman he liked was much older, and he gave his first time to a professional prostitute with wrinkles around her eyes.

Igen paid the money.

But now, he feels that the age at which he likes someone doesn't necessarily have to be that old.

His embarrassment was not considered impolite, but rather as the shyness of a young boy.

Old Tyrell chuckled and introduced him to the noble ladies of the Reach.

Imond was dizzy and responded cautiously and reservedly.

I only found out after talking to them.

Old Tyrell was over fifty years old. His first wife had given him three children, but he had only raised one, Garland, to adulthood.

Garland is 21 years old this year, one year older than his cousin Eamon and three years older than his uncle Mond Hightoir.

...Lady Sirius Crehre was 31 years old and was the second wife of old Tyrell.

The time came to noon.

Count Hobart walked over and said with a smile, "Your Grace, the banquet is so lively today, why not arrange a few exhilarating duels for the knights?"

Old Tyrell, a lover of excitement, agreed without a second thought.

The nobles left the castle and arrived at the open space outside the High Court.

The attendants quickly set up the competition facilities and arranged tables, chairs and benches for the guests.

Amidst the wildflowers and roses scattered on the ground, they enjoyed the impromptu martial arts tournament.

Some knights were eager to demonstrate their martial prowess and rushed to participate.

In both competitions, every clash between the warhorses and lances elicited screams and cheers from the noble ladies.

However, before long, the peaceful martial arts tournament gradually turned sour.

Several knights from the vassal families of House Hightower went out to fight, specifically challenging the noble family knights who had just been chatting amiably with the old Tyrell family.

Even Mond Hightower himself stepped into the fray, defeating several opponents in succession with his superior martial arts skills.

Listen to the changes in the cheers.

Gradually, the old apprentice Lil's fat face scrunched up as he realized something was wrong.

"Heh, Mond was a bit reckless."

Count Hobart laughed.

He secretly corresponded with his brother Otto and was aware of the king's intention to arrange a marriage alliance with the Reach.

His son was also recommended as a potential marriage partner for Princess Helena.

As someone who was once valued by the centenarian king and played an important role before and after the 101st Grand Council, he possessed ambition matching his wisdom and magnanimity.

Like Griffith Tully of Riverrun, Old Tyrell was a synonym for mediocrity and incompetence.

The Seven Gods gave Hightoar a chance, and of course he had to seize it.

To stomp hard on the face of Highgarden Tyrell and send a signal to the Reach nobles that befriending Oldtown Hightower is the right choice.

Just like the choice of marriage partners for the two princes, this maternal great-uncle had a great deal of influence.

The competition is still ongoing.

Ser Mondl was not only a skilled horseman, but also wielded the Hightower family's sword, "Vigilance," and had mastered a sharp and ruthless swordsmanship.

The fight began, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

“Lord Hobert, I will challenge Sir Mond.”

Garland's smile faded, and he went into battle with a serious expression.

Soon, two tall figures appeared on the muddy arena, trampled by warhorses.

Mondstadt was clad in silver armor and held a shield emblazoned with a burning tower. The Valyrian steel sword "Awareness" gleamed coldly in his hand.

Garan wore silver armor with gold embroidery, featuring rose patterns in the details, and his green cloak fluttered in the wind.

A fierce battle is about to break out.

"Haha, well done!"

Aegon sat in the spectator stands, completely unaware that something was amiss.

"Cough cough..."

Suddenly, two deliberate coughs came from behind me.

Aegon ignored him, his attention completely focused on the fight.

The person behind him hesitated slightly, then limped to sit down in the empty seat next to him.

When Imona poured wine from the jug, he suddenly noticed that there was someone else beside him.

Larry immediately seized the opportunity, bowed slightly, and said ingratiatingly, "Your Highness, witnessing your arrival in the Reach fills my heart with joy."

“I was just a child when your great-grandfather got married, but your charm has brought back memories of you. It seems that you are about to have a good time and marry a beautiful bride, just like your father.”

Aegon looked completely bewildered, having even forgotten about drinking.

What was he saying by gesturing like this and that?

I only heard the last sentence, which said he resembled his father, Viserys.

"Thank you, sir."

Aegon was stunned for a moment, then thought that if nothing happened, he would continue watching the fight.

Larry obviously had something to say, and asked in a humble tone, "Excuse me, may I have a word with you in private?"

Aegon tried to recall.

He seemed to know this person, and although he didn't really want to talk to him, the other person said he looked like his father.

"Let's go."

Aegon put down his wine glass and got up to walk to a secluded spot.

Larry breathed a sigh of relief, knowing he couldn't waste words, and went straight to the point: "Your good news is imminent, but King's Landing will eventually be your sister's capital, and you and your future wife will probably have nowhere to stand."

Aegon, his eyes clear yet foolish, asked in bewilderment, "Does marrying a wife mean I can't live in the Red Keep?"

"of course can."

Larry sighed: "But with your father abdicating, will your sister allow you to continue living here, or will she find...you a bit of an eyesore?"

Aegon thought about it carefully, then said, "Raniara is indeed a bit stingy."

He doesn't even have enough money to visit brothels every month.

What do you think of the river bend area?

Seeing that the other party was showing signs of interest, Larry quickly asked.

Egon honestly replied, “Prosperous, open, I like it here.”

He still had some self-consciousness about his image, so he didn't directly say that the girls in the river bend were beautiful.

Larry lowered his voice, his tone seductive: "I think you're probably planning to marry a young lady from the Reach. If you can build a castle and establish a fiefdom in the Reach, you won't have to live a life of dependence on others."

"You can drink as much as you want, and do whatever you want."

(End of this chapter)