"It is indeed sweet."
Joffrey cupped some spring water and took a small sip.
"Haha, Human King, you've been tricked! I wasn't guiding you at all, this spring water is our Flower Fairies' favorite."
Margaery lay down on the stone rim of the fountain, her hands splashing the surface of the pool. She held the cool spring water in her mouth, her throat occasionally moving, and the silk fabric of her dress strained against the curves of her chest.
Splash, splash~
Streams of water fell from above, hitting the rippling surface, hitting the girl's delicate skin, hitting the small pool of water in her mouth, splashing up droplets.
It seemed Margaery was having a lot of fun.
Joffrey quietly appreciated this beautiful scene from the side, reluctant to disturb her.
The Rose of Highgarden.
Could it be that the clever and quick-witted "Rose of Highgarden," Margaery Tyrell, had fallen in love with the King she just met, to the point of not hiding her true nature?
Joffrey didn't dare to be so arrogant.
But at least, the beauty was real. That was enough. Why bother with the truth or falsehood of other things?
Besides, he had ample confidence to protect everything that belonged to him. In front of him, people would only show their most beautiful and pure side.
Judge by actions, not intentions.
Just enjoy it. Why get tangled up in unnecessary human hearts and nature, only to add to one's troubles?
So.
Joffrey sat beside the girl, his gaze doting, his actions intimate, showing no hint of distance or unfamiliarity.
The two were clearly a couple deeply in love.
Before the fountain completely soaked her clothes, Margaery spat out the spring water and sat up.
"Ah, I've drunk my fill, drunk my fill."
She rubbed her belly with both hands, exhaling constantly, her clothes semi-transparent, her hair messy.
Joffrey gently smoothed the girl's hair.
Margaery raised her head, her large eyes staring straight at him, captivating.
The two moved closer and closer.
So close they could feel each other's breath, Margaery closed her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering wildly, "Your Majesty..."
Joffrey suddenly sat up straight.
"Flower Fairy, please have some self-respect. Humans and Sprites cannot fall in love, especially since you are the most delicate Flower Elf."
Margaery was first surprised, then her eyes widened exaggeratedly, both angry and adorable.
"Hmph! You just like to tease me. Fine, now I'm not a Flower Fairy, I'm the human girl Margaery, is that okay?"
Joffrey smiled and nodded, "Of course, my charming Queen."
The two leaned in again.
But Joffrey sighed again, giving up halfway.
Margaery was so angry she clenched her small fists and hit him twice, "You big bad guy! What is it this time?"
Joffrey spread his hands, a helpless look on his face.
"I can't help it. Seeing your innocent face from such a close distance, it's really hard to feel naked desire. I just want to quietly admire you."
"Hmph, making excuses," Margaery said with a娇嗔.
"I think we still need more intimacy and understanding. If you want me to kiss you now, unless," Joffrey chuckled.
"Call me Brother."
Margaery looked shy, "That doesn't seem right. You're three years younger than me."
"Is that so!" Joffrey hugged her tightly, "Feel it properly. Besides age, what part of me is small?"
Margaery rested her head against his chest and whispered softly.
Joffrey's hands moved restlessly, pretending to be confused, "What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly. Say it again, louder."
Margaery's lips touched his ear, "Can you hear me now, Brother~"
"Good Sister."
Joffrey held her cheeks with satisfaction, leaned down, and bestowed a passionate kiss...
Afterwards.
The vast maze became a small world for the two of them, allowing them to play and frolic everywhere, running and chasing, completely undisturbed by anyone.
It took quite a while to reach the exit of the maze.
The White Horse carried the lovers slowly forward, arriving outside the City Gate of the second City Walls.
"Greetings, Your Majesty! Good day, Queen!"
Guards wearing the Six-Pointed Star or Golden Rose uniforms respectfully cleared the roads, not daring to hesitate in the slightest.
Clip, clop, clip.
The white horse walked directly through the City Gate, its clean white tail swinging freely, brushing past the guards and touching their armor.
The sound of hooves gradually softened.
Only then did the guards stand up again, watching the King's back from afar down the road.
Many of the guards wearing the Golden Rose couldn't help but touch the back of their necks. It felt smooth to the touch, not painful, but they still felt uneasy.
After all.
Inside their necks wasn't flesh and blood, but mysterious Dragon Glass.
The clear light and shadow before their Eyes couldn't be an illusion either, but the King's Divine Grace.
Clip, clop, clip.
The rhythm of the hooves was steady, neither too light nor too heavy, like a musical beat accompanying them, adding interest to this sightseeing trip.
The scenery beyond the second City Walls was even richer.
Lush green, flowers blooming everywhere, gardens, fountains, artificial waterfalls, stone Sculptures, and marble colonnades were visible everywhere. Walls and Sculptures were decorated with grapes, roses, and vines, a perfect blend of natural and human landscapes.
Today was exceptionally quiet.
Margaery couldn't help but ask curiously, "There are so many fewer people. Where have they all gone?"
Joffrey, while playing hide-and-seek with the girl's nimble little hands, casually replied, "Where else could they go? They've all gone to receive Divine Grace. This is a good thing. The future of the Seven Kingdoms depends entirely on it."
Margaery nodded in confusion, "I heard Loras and the others mention it. It sounds very powerful."
Ha, caught you! Joffrey's left hand clasped the Maiden's wrist, bringing it to his mouth to bite it greedily yet gently.
"Good Sister, do you want it too?" Joffrey asked teasingly.
Margaery gave up struggling, feigning a helpless sigh, "Even if I wanted it, if Brother doesn't give it, what can Sister do?"
"Why wouldn't I give it?" Joffrey smiled faintly.
"As long as Sister offers a sweet kiss, Brother will not only give it, but it will also be better and more powerful Divine Grace."
"You have to keep your word," Margaery's cheeks flushed slightly, and she turned back to lightly peck his lips.
Joffrey shook his head, "Cheeky."
"However," Joffrey lowered his head, his nose touching the Maiden's smooth nape, "I'll let you off this time."
He kissed the skin tightly against the girl's spine.
Hiss~ Margaery uncontrollably raised her neck, her body tensing, her skin pink, as if she had been struck by an electric current throughout her body.
The lips that brought all this withdrew from her nape, the current disappeared, leaving her with a strange sense of loss.
But soon, Margaery cried out in excitement.
"Wow~ It's amazing!"
"I saw so much, no, it wasn't seeing, it was more like dreaming. What is this?"
Joffrey explained, "This is all the Information in the Divine Grace Network, the shared home of the Divine Grace Favored Ones, our Domain. Good Sister, use it carefully, don't be controlled by this power."
Margaery nodded excitedly, not knowing how much she had heard.
Joffrey looked at the sky.
"It's getting late," he turned the horse around.
"I originally wanted to visit Highgarden's Sept and Godswood, but it seems I'll have to wait until next time."
Margaery lay quietly in his arms.
Joffrey spoke softly, "After tonight, we who have signed the treaty will be truly one family."
Otherwise, let's call it the "Highgarden Treaty."
With a flick of the reins, the white horse headed towards the very top of the hill
-----------
Machine Translation by: beta.randomtranslator.com
Read 1400+ original & fanfic translations and Translate for Free at: www.randomtranslator.com