chapter 134 part 2
Glyn made a gesture, and the House Crabbe Blue Cloaks uniformly stepped back.
King Robert's voice boomed deafeningly, "Damnation! Who's going to tell me what the hell happened here?!"
As Robert appeared, his aura immediately suppressed everyone present, making him appear imposing and majestic.
Glyn stood up, and Ilyn scrambled to his feet somewhat awkwardly.
Robert noticed the two figures moving and glared. "Hmm... it's you? You little brat from Crackclaw Point, you dare appear before me?!"
Glyn's face showed a hint of confusion, but he still bowed unhurriedly. "Good day, Your Grace. The Whispers awaits your command."
Robert scrutinized Glyn from his horse for a moment, then roared, "Damn Crownlands vassal!"
He turned his head and shouted again, "Eddard! Look who this young fellow is!"
Having said that, the stout King nimbly jumped off his horse.
Lord Eddard, with his sturdy physique, also quickly dismounted and followed King Robert's footsteps. He soon spotted Glyn.
The two men stood before Glyn like a wall.
After Glyn saw the house sigil on Lord Eddard, he disregarded formalities, suppressing his excitement with great effort. "Are you the Lord of Winterfell?"
Lord Eddard looked at the excited young man, guessing his identity, and nodded slightly.
Seeing Lord Eddard nod, Glyn's eyes lit up. He respectfully bowed, pressing a hand to his chest. "Good day, Lord Eddard. I am Glyn Crabbe of Crackclaw Point. House Crabbe will never forget your kindness."
Lord Eddard murmured, "Crabbe of Crackclaw Point..."
A figure appeared in his mind. He turned to King Robert and asked, "Is he that child?"
They had just been reminiscing about Glyn's mother on their journey.
King Robert laughed heartily. "Eddard, he's that child! You did a good deed. See? He's all grown up now and can serve the realm..."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but get angry again. "But he also gives me headaches. In short, none of my Crownlands vassals give me any peace. From now on, they're all your problem. Haha!"
Lord Eddard shrugged slightly. He looked at Glyn, a faint smile on his stern face, his tone comforting. "Son, I am glad to see you have grown up healthy."
After speaking, he reached out and patted Glyn's shoulder. Glyn's eyes sparkled as he looked at Lord Eddard and nodded heavily.
At this moment, a somewhat disheveled Ser Ilyn walked over and gave a slight nod toward King Robert.
King Robert looked at the approaching man and said with some disbelief, "Ser Ilyn, you weren't...?"
He pointed at Glyn and continued, "Beaten by this little brat, were you?"
Glyn raised an eyebrow, glancing provocatively at Ser Ilyn beside him.
Lord Eddard subtly twitched the corner of his mouth. Glyn's undisguised provocation reminded him of his younger days when he and Robert at that age wished for a fight every day.
"Damnation!"
Seeing Ser Ilyn simply walk away, King Robert merely cursed; perhaps he had become accustomed to such situations.
King Robert looked at Glyn and roared, "Damned Glyn, you have a lot of nerve, daring to lay a hand on my Royal Executioner!"
King Robert had seen a fair bit of what happened, including Glyn pressing Ser Ilyn's back with his knee. He originally wanted to say "beat down," but to save Ser Ilyn some face, he changed it to a phrase he thought sounded slightly better.
Lord Eddard frowned. His impression of the Lannisters was already poor, and with Lysa's secret letter to his wife, he was very uneasy about Ser Ilyn, who was often by King Robert's side. Strictly speaking, this man was Tywin Lannister's confidant.
Through various conversations on the journey, Lord Eddard already knew that King Robert was almost surrounded by Lannister loyalists.
*Doesn't Robert have any sense of caution?* Lord Eddard grew increasingly baffled by King Robert's current way of thinking.
At the same time, Lord Eddard was grateful that he had finally decided to go south to assist Robert. Otherwise, the King's situation would only grow worse and more dangerous.
Glyn stuck out his neck and said defiantly, "Your Grace, he committed a dishonorable act! If it weren't for someone pleading for him, I would not have let Ser Ilyn go. I already held back!"
"Seven Hells!"
King Robert almost jumped up in anger.
"You damned rascal, I'm going to hang you! I'm going to whip you myself!"
Facing the thundering King Robert, Glyn remained unyielding.
Seeing Robert so angry he looked like he was about to start swinging, Lord Eddard reached out and blocked him. "Robert... Your Grace, you should at least hear the reason first."
King Robert roared, "Hear what? Ser Ilyn's tongue was ripped out long ago! He can't speak! Are we just going to listen to this kid's nonsense?"
Lord Eddard was about to say that there were others present besides Glyn and Ilyn when a clear and pleasant voice interjected.
"By your leave, Your Grace. This matter arose because of me, so I must speak. Please forgive my presumption."
Margaery held her skirt and curtsied gracefully.
King Robert looked at Margaery, who was bowing her head low, and said, "You are... the Tyrell girl?"
Robert saw the Golden Rose sigil on Margaery.
Margaery lifted her head, her posture exuding a maiden's youthful vitality.
Her voice was light and lively. "I am Margaery Tyrell. My father is Lord Mace Tyrell. It is a great honor to meet you, Your Grace!"
Glyn watched the scene unfold. He knew full well that Margaery was mimicking Lyanna Stark's personality. She played the part perfectly, as if it were her own nature.
Master Glyn couldn't help but give a nod of approval.
Glyn sighed inwardly again, wondering when the daughters of lords would put in such effort to gain his favor. He suddenly felt a little envious of King Robert.
But on second thought, such matters were not as wonderful as they seemed. Each of these women represented the interests of the House behind them. This was no simple romance; it was also a game of power.
No wonder even a beauty-obsessed man like King Robert never sought another noble maiden after the events at Storm's End.
And so, Glyn's envy quickly faded.
...
Lord Eddard unconsciously revealed a fatherly smile. He hoped his own little daughter could be as ladylike and lively as the Tyrell maiden. This was precisely why he had brought Arya Stark south.
Lord Eddard thought of his spirited little daughter and sighed to himself, hoping there was still time to guide her.
King Robert nodded. "Very well, Margaery. You tell us what happened."
(end of chapter)