Red Keep, Maidenvault Flower Hall.
As Green followed Jaime into the Flower Hall, he spotted the small figure of Princess Myrcella.
Princess Myrcella, surrounded by handmaidens and septas, looked towards Green.
A little girl's delight appeared on Princess Myrcella's delicate face, and her small body seemed eager to move.
At this moment, an aged septa lightly coughed.
Hearing the septa's movement, Myrcella immediately straightened her small waist and instantly reined in the expression on her face.
With an 'arrogant' expression, Myrcella lifted her small chin.
Myrcella Baratheon was Queen Cersei's second child; she had milky white skin and golden curly hair.
It was Green's first time seeing Princess Myrcella, who resembled a younger version of Cersei, up close.
During lunch at Maegor's Holdfast at noon, Myrcella was also present, but Green had only glanced at the freckles on Myrcella's small face before looking away.
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Before Green and the others could pay their respects, Myrcella, imitating Queen Cersei by slightly tilting her small chin, opened her small mouth, her voice carrying a child's naivety: "Excuse me, Green…..."
The septa behind Myrcella coughed again, and Myrcella immediately stopped her naive words, her face reddening as she instinctively lowered her head.
The perceptive Green felt he had found a way to leave early.
Green, who was in charge of the Kingswood Hunting, was very busy and had no time to play with Boss Cersei's child.
Green bowed with his hand on his chest: "Greetings, Princess."
Princess Myrcella returned the bow: "Baron Green, you were invited here abruptly; I hope I haven't disturbed you."
Green smiled and said: "It is my honor to be summoned by Your Royal Highness."
Hearing Green's reply, Myrcella's small face was full of happy smiles.
Seeing this, Myrcella's septa hesitated and did not speak.
Myrcella's smile was like ripples in a clear spring, spilling from her lips and spreading across her small face.
Myrcella's clean and pure smile seemed to drive away all the gloom in Green's heart.
At this moment, Green somewhat understood Jaime, and also gained a bit more patience with the boss's child.
Myrcella's bright green eyes twinkled as she asked: "I've heard stories of mermaids, and they say Mermaid Port is your territory. Have you seen a mermaid?"
This question almost stumped Green, who was usually eloquent.
Green squatted down to be at eye level with Myrcella, a hint of a smile flashing in his brown eyes: "Does Your Royal Highness wish to see a mermaid?"
Because they were going to talk, Green and Myrcella were only a few steps apart.
Myrcella noticed that after Green lowered himself, her small neck suddenly felt much more relaxed because she didn't have to keep looking up.
Green was a detail-oriented person, and Myrcella's favorability towards Green increased by one.
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The expression on Myrcella's small face was conflicted for a moment, then she finally shook her head: "Never mind, mermaids are very shy, so let's not disturb them."
Green nodded slightly: "Although we haven't seen them, we will all wish the kind and beautiful mermaids a happy life forever, right?"
Myrcella nodded: "I will bless them. Thank you, Baron Green."
Green couldn't help but admire the little girl's precociousness.
Myrcella's gaze passed through the Flower Hall window, looking into the distance, seemingly murmuring to herself: "How I envy their freedom in the sea…..."
The septa with the head covering coughed lightly again.
Green felt he could leave.
Green, whose gaze had been gentle, suddenly turned cold.
Green stood up, his right hand gripping his sword hilt.
Green's cold gaze fixed on the septa with the head covering, his posture already set to draw his sword: "A mere septa, daring to repeatedly offend Your Royal Highness in front of your subordinate."
The scene changed too quickly; everyone in the Flower Hall was still in the dark.
Jaime, who was about to step forward to stop him, felt that Green's words made a lot of sense!
The septa in the Flower Hall who had repeatedly reminded Myrcella of her conduct with coughs was named Yagris, primarily responsible for teaching Myrcella etiquette.
Normally, during lessons, it could be said she was fulfilling her teaching duties, but now that 'outsiders' were present, Septa Yagris's actions indeed offended the Princess's dignity.
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Facing Green's formidable aura, Septa Yagris instinctively took a step back: "You, what do you want to do!"
A faint killing intent appeared in Green's eyes, ready to draw his sword.
Jaime, whom Green had been waiting for, appeared beside Green at the opportune moment.
Jaime's large hand pressed down on Green's hand gripping the sword hilt, and he said in a deep voice: "Baron Green, you cannot draw your sword in front of the Princess."
Always ready to draw his sword, Jaime felt that his calling Green a little savage was indeed not wrong.
The handmaidens in the Flower Hall were a beat slow, only then letting out exclamations.
Myrcella straightened her small face and ordered the handmaidens to be quiet, and the Flower Hall finally returned to peace.
Myrcella's clear green eyes swept over her handmaidens, her gaze containing a warning.
The handmaidens instinctively slowed their breathing.
Myrcella stepped forward and said to Green: "Baron Green, thank you for your protective heart, but I believe Septa Yagris meant no harm."
Myrcella's conduct as a princess was impeccable.
Green reined in his killing intent: "If there's a next time, I'll hang your head on the city gate."
Septa Yagris exclaimed: "You, you, I am a septa of the Seven Gods, you are blaspheming the Seven Gods."
The killing intent that Green had reined in resurfaced: "I hope you try, and bet on whether I dare."
Septa Yagris clearly felt that the young baron opposite her was not just talking, and she said with trembling teeth: "I…..."
"Enough, Septa Yagris!"
Myrcella's childish voice interrupted Septa Yagris, who was about to speak again.
Septa Yagris glanced at Princess Myrcella, quickly lowered her head, took a few steps back, and stood with the handmaidens.
"Baron Green, I believe there won't be a next time."
Green glanced at Jaime beside him, removed his hand from the sword hilt, and said respectfully: "Your Royal Highness, please forgive my rashness and for disturbing your enjoyment."
Myrcella shook her small face: "Baron Green, you are an upright and loyal knight!"
As Myrcella's words fell, Jaime's face darkened once again.
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Crabclaw Point, Mermaid Port.
Sunlight spilled onto the calm sea, and a gentle breeze blew, causing the water to sparkle.
The black bess warship slowly docked at Mermaid Port's pier.
Master of Ships Stannis Baratheon stood with a taut expression on the deck at the bow of the black bess, gazing at Mermaid Port, which already had a hint of prosperity.
Stannis Baratheon was tall with broad shoulders, and his skin, long exposed to the fierce sun, seemed as hard as iron.
Stannis Baratheon, only thirty-three years old this year, had only a single row of fine black hair left on his head, and his beard was trimmed short and neat, covering his square chin and cheeks.