Chapter 156: The Noble and Righteous Wright

A gentle breeze swept across the lawns of the Red Keep's gardens, carrying with it a faint floral fragrance. Maids moved about, constantly replenishing the tables with fresh fruit, pastries, and wine. Nobles stood in small groups, raising their goblets as they conversed.

Margaery Tyrell—the Roseof Highgarden—sat among a few young ladies, their gazes fixed on Wright as they chatted.

"He looks so much like Renly!"

"Some twins grow up looking completely different, their features changing drastically."

"But they looked identical as children. I can't believe they still look the same after all these years."

Nymeria had met Margaery in her younger days, when she was still just a golden-haired little girl. Now, she had truly blossomed into a stunning beauty. Letting go of Wright's arm, Nymeria stepped forward.

"Margaery, you've become so beautiful. I almost didn't recognize you."

Margaery's face lit up with a radiant smile. "Lady Nymeria, thank you for your kind words. You're just as beautiful yourself."

Nymeria's sharp eyes noticed the three elegantly dressed ladies standing beside Margaery. They certainly didn't seem like mere handmaidens. "Margaery, won't you introduce these three lovely ladies?"

With graceful poise, Margaery extended her hand toward them. "They are my cousins from House Tyrell, serving as my attendants for now. This is Megga Tyrell."

The first girl, slightly plumper than the others, curtsied to Wright and Nymeria.

Wright greeted her, "A pleasure."

Nymeria, however, reached out and took the girl's hand. "Your skin is flawless."

Margaery continued, "This is Elinor Tyrell."

Wright nodded. "Well met."

Elinor had a sweet and delicate face. Nymeria took her hand as well, noting something unique about her nails. "You're absolutely adorable."

Lastly, Margaery introduced the final girl beside her. "This is Alla Tyrell. She has the loveliest singing voice."

Wright greeted her in turn. "It's an honor."

Nymeria took her hand and observed her long, elegant fingers. "Such beautiful hands… I imagine you must play music as wonderfully as you sing."

Alla Tyrell, shy in the presence of strangers, blushed and seemed at a loss for words. Margaery, noticing her discomfort, came to her rescue. "Alla, why don't you play a song for everyone? Your favorite one."

Face still flushed, Alla nodded before stepping aside to retrieve a harp. She sat down gracefully and began to play.

The melody was exquisite, perfectly complementing the serene afternoon. What could be more enchanting than a lovely lady playing music in a sunlit garden? Before long, the surrounding nobles took notice and gathered around to listen.

As the gentle prelude filled the air, Margaery leaned in toward Nymeria. "Lady Nymeria, may I borrow Wright for a while? It's been so long since we last spoke, and it's rather crowded here. I'd like to chat with him somewhere quieter."

Nymeria, without hesitation, grabbed Wright and playfully shoved him toward the Margaery. She had no concerns whatsoever—her dear husband might have thoughts, but he'd never have the courage to act on them. "Go on, then!"

With that, she turned away and pulled Elinor Tyrell aside for some whispered conversation—she had already picked up on a little secret of the girl's.

Wright glanced at Margaery. "Let's go to the godswood. Fewer people there."

Margaery beamed. "That sounds perfect."

As they strolled toward the heart tree, the harp's melody carried on behind them. Then, a sweet female voice began to sing:

"Our hero, our hero

Claims a warrior's heart

I tell you, I tell you this—

The Dragonborn comes…"

The beautiful voice was far more pleasant than Wright's own rough one. This song, which accompanied the appearance of the dragons, had become the most popular tune across Westeros recently.

On the water side of the Red Keep's garden, King Robert had ordered the demolition of the wall to make it shorter, as this area was a cliff, impossible to scale. From the garden, one could look directly down on the Blackwater Bay, and there was also a grove of sacred trees filled with various flowers, elms, alders, and poplars.

Wright held two wine glasses as he walked slowly with Margaery toward the heart tree.

Standing face to face, Margaery placed her hands behind her back and smiled at Wright. Her gown was cut low, revealing a smooth expanse of skin, and the Valyrian steel rose Wright had gifted her as a child hung from a necklace, positioned just above her cleavage.

Margaery took a small step forward, and the fragrance from her body, mingled with something else, struck Wright's mind.

Wright hurriedly handed her one of the wine glasses and, with a slight touch, tapped the tree trunk, taking a sip. "This heart tree isn't actually a Weirwood tree."

Margaery took the glass, smiling with delight. "Really?"

Wright nodded. "This tree is actually an oak. When I was a child living in the Red Keep, I used to eat the acorns it produced, and I even used them to make spinning tops."

Margaery took a sip from her glass, never once looking at the tree but keeping her eyes fixed on Wright. "I suppose it does look a little different."

The heart tree had a thick trunk, and its branches were covered in smokeberry vines, whose berries Wright had once climbed up to pick and eat.

Wright looked up at the treetop. "Right, King's Landing was once a fishing village, only founded 300 years ago. There's no way it has Weirwood Tree!"

Margaery said nothing, her gaze still fixed on him.

Wright continued, "A lot of the common folk say the only place to find two or more Weirwood Tree is beyond the Wall."

Margaery's smile faded. "That's because ordinary people can't enter castles. Highgarden's garden has three Weirwood Trees."

Wright raised an eyebrow. "There aren't many castles left in the realm that have Weirwood Trees. Every lord cherishes them because only places with Weirwood Trees attract the Children of the Forest. Their healing magic is highly sought after."

Margaery's eyes sparkled. "In a few days, I'll be your brother's wife!"

Wright smiled. "Ah, yes, I know. Congratulations!"

"Turn around and look at me!" Margaery reached out, grabbing Wright's chin and turning his head to face her.

Wright gently tapped her elbow with his finger, causing her hand to fall away. "You're not a child anymore. It's not right to be so forward."

"You never..." Margaery began, but was interrupted by a voice calling to Wright.

"Lord Wright, the dragonbones have been removed from the Red Keep dungeons. They're already packed and ready to be transported to the Dragonpit."

It was Wright's captain of the personal guard, Balon Swann, along with a member of the Kingsguard and Dragon Guard, Dickon Tarly.

"Apologies, Margaery, I must take care of something right away," Wright said, bowing to her.

Margaery smiled again. "Duty comes first. Lord Wright, go ahead."

Wright returned her bow and, with Balon Swann and Dickon Tarly, left the garden. As they entered the Red Keep, Wright quickly ducked behind a wall.

The tall, intimidating Balon Swann nearly laughed. "Lord Wright, we've followed the agreed-upon 20-minute wait after you entered. How's the timing?"

Wright smiled. "Right on time, just perfect. If we had been earlier, it wouldn't have worked, and any later, we'd have had a problem."

The young Dickon Tarly looked at Wright, growing increasingly admiring of him. Of noble birth, powerful, handsome, and adored by many ladies, Wright had many admirers, but those close to him knew he was a perfect embodiment of a knightly code, respecting the chivalric vows strictly. Apart from the two Dornish ladies, he never became involved with any other women. He truly was the ideal knight!

Wright spoke, "You two go ahead, take it directly to Dragonpit. Odahviing be waiting there."

"Understood, Lord Wright!"

Wright wandered aimlessly inside the Red Keep, and when no one was nearby, he opened a secret door and descended into the secret passageway, making his way down to the dungeons. The dragonbones had already been removed, so he casually sat on a stone, took out his pocket watch, and calculated the time. He planned to return to the garden in about an hour.

Wright was a normal man!

He had known since childhood that his bloodline was extraordinary, especially after realizing that Renly, due to him, could also learn magic. House Baratheon was already known for its strong lineage, and combined with Wright's own blood as a mage and dragonlord, any offspring they had, at least in the first and second generations, would likely be powerful mages.

However, if he followed Robert's example of leaving children scattered across the continent, it could bring too many uncertainties and even provoke war. Wright knew exactly what Margaery was thinking. In his past life, in a law-abiding society, he had indulged in his vices, but in this life, he was determined to be a noble and upright man, even in a society lacking full rule of law!