The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Viserys Targaryen showed a satisfied look and said: "This is my good sister."

"In a few days, I want you to meet a man. He is the Earl of Whispering Castle, and his name is Green Clay."

Earl of Whispering Castle? Daenerys Targaryen's little face showed confusion.

"Brother, is he from Westeros?"

Viserys's smile deepened: "Dany, you guessed it right. If you want to obtain Earl Green's allegiance on my behalf, you must do it. Do you understand?"

After speaking, Viserys patted Daenerys's tear-stained face.

Daenerys' eyes widened: "But...brother, how can I do it?"

Asking a Westeros Earl to serve her? Even in her dreams, Daenerys had never imagined such a thing.

How could she do it? !

Seeing Daenerys's hesitation, Viserys's smile faded and he frowned.

Viserys's voice was cold: "Dany, are you preparing to resist me? Do you want to awaken the wrath of the sleeping dragon?"

Daenerys suddenly became excited and shook her head hastily: "No, I don't want to! Brother, I... I'm worried that if I can't do it, I will disappoint you."

Viserys' slender fingers slowly slid across Daenerys's shoulders.

Viserys's movement seemed gentle, but it frightened Daenerys inside, and she couldn't help but her body began to tremble.

Viserys smiled and said: "My good sister, why do you want to disappoint me?"

Viserys's smile made Daenerys' skin crawl.

Daenerys didn't dare to move at all. She knew that if there was any unnecessary movement at this time, Viserys's anger would explode.

Daenerys quickly denied: "No, brother, I am thinking of a way. I will never let you down!"

Viserys pinched Daenerys with his fingers: "My good sister, tell me now, have you thought of a solution?"

Daenerys was actually wondering why her brother didn't come forward in person, but she didn't dare to ask out loud.

Daenerys could only nod. She didn't dare to say that she hadn't thought of a solution yet.

Fortunately, Viserys did not ask her what method she would use. Viserys once told Daenerys that the king only needs to focus on the results... This is the king's mind.

Viserys then loosened his fingers and looked the thin Daenerys up and down: "Although he has some soldiers and horses, he is just a half-barbarian earl. I allow you to use your body, but remember you A Targaryen never mixes with the lowly."

Barbarians... half-barbarians... Daenerys felt desperate in her heart. Viserys had clearly said that they were descendants of true dragons and that their blood was true dragon blood. But why did she have to face this? Wasn't she Tanger? Lean?

Viserys's words were contradictory, but Daenerys did not dare to refute and was unable to refute. She could only obey her brother's arrangements.

What Daenerys fears most is being abandoned by her brother. As long as she can stay with Viserys, she may have a glimmer of hope in waiting for her original brother.

Daenerys always thought that the man she would marry when she came of age was Viserys.

Viserys had told her countless times that since "Aegon the Conqueror" married his sister, members of the Targaryen royal family have always married brother and sister for hundreds of years.

What flows in Targaryen's body is the blood of the king, the golden blood of the ancient Valyrian nation, the proud blood of the true dragon... Only in this way can Targaryen ensure the purity of his blood.

True dragons will never mate with ordinary beasts, and the Targaryens will naturally not mix their blood with lower races.

But now, barbarians... half-barbarians... Daenerys thinks her title of Princess of Dragonstone is a joke.

Daenerys lowered her face and said timidly with tears in her eyes: "Brother, I will definitely remember it."

Viserys's stiff and withered face had a hint of disgust: "Don't always look sad, raise your head and straighten your back. By the gods, you are already flat enough."

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Dragonstone, Picture Table Hall.

Stannis Baratheon stared at the brazier and gritted his teeth, making a crunching sound.

Davos Siwos, who was standing aside, raised his eyes to Stannis and said respectfully: "Duke Stannis, there are more people interested in the position of the King's Hand than we thought."

The stern-faced Stannis snorted coldly and said: "Renly and Mace are both useless people. If a stupid person is allowed to sit as the prime minister of the kingdom, the kingdom will be destroyed."

Davos stroked his chest and said: "Duke Stannis, I suggest that you recommend yourself to Duke Jon as a candidate for the Hand of the King as soon as possible."

Stannis's brows knitted into a knot. He had been waiting for the results of Jon Arryn's investigation.

Royal blood cannot be lost. If the investigation results are consistent with speculation, Stannis will become the first heir to the Iron Throne.

Because of Stannis's special status, and out of impartiality, he cannot come forward personally and can only leave it to others to investigate.

If Stannis reveals the truth about the royal bloodline, stupid people will mistakenly think that he is slandering in order to inherit the Iron Throne. Even the people involved will have an excuse to refute, and the authenticity of the evidence he investigated will be doubted.

Duke Jon still has a part of his heart of justice, and regarding the royal family's bloodline, he has the unshirkable responsibility as the King's Hand.

Now, the issue of royal bloodline and the issue of successor to the Hand of the King suddenly intersect, making the situation complicated.

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There was silence in the hall. After a while, Stannis nodded slightly.

Seeing Stannis's serious expression, Davos said: "Duke Stannis, there are many royal nobles who directly support you, as well as the nobles of the Stormlands."

Stannis's eyes moved slightly, and he glanced at Davos, who was clumsily speaking to comfort him: "What is the attitude of the nobles of the Stormlands?"

Davos nodded and said: "At least one-third of the people will directly support you."

Stannis said coldly: "They still prefer Renly's wine to my pure water."

Davos explained: "Not all the remaining people are supporting Duke Renly. Many people choose to... wait and see."

Stannis narrowed his eyes slightly: "Loyal Davos, I am not surprised by this kind of thing. Cunning people like to wait and see, but they only deserve scraps."

Davos echoed: "Lord Stannis, as it should be, the brave enjoy the delicious food."

Stannis nodded his chin slightly and said: "Davos, go to the Red Keep for me, meet with Jon, and tell him that I want to nominate myself as the new Prime Minister."

Davos nodded, hesitated, and said, "Dr. Stannis, would you like to meet with King Robert?"

Stannis snorted and said: "No need! My brother is not stupid. He knows very well that no one except me can make him continue to indulge in wine and sex."

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Pentos is one of the nine Free Trade City-states. It is located in the west of the Essos continent and is on the edge of the Narrow Sea. It is the Free Trade City-state closest to King's Landing.

On a sunny day, five (2+3) ships flying the Swamp Marigold flag slowly docked at a dock in Pentos.

After getting off the boat, Green looked around. He now felt like he had gone from a backward civilization to an advanced civilization.

Most cities in Westeros are dirty and messy, but Pentos is clean and tidy.

This is true not only of the city, but also of the residents.

This was the first impression Pantos had on Green.

Seeing Green's figure appearing at the dock, Steward Russell, who had been waiting all morning, immediately came over to greet him.

"Good day, my master, Russell sends you his regards."

Under Green's arrangement, Steward Russell took Varys's handwritten letter to Illyrio and set off for Pentos early.

Naturally, Green would not use Wallis's letter of introduction only to communicate with Illyrio.

Now that Green had capital and ships, he set out to open up trade from Mermaid Harbor to Pentos.

Wallis treats Greene so kindly, so Greene shouldn't be too indifferent.

Others don't know the relationship between Varys and Illyrio, but Green knows it very well.

Green just borrowed Varys' skin and used the power of Governor Illyrio to establish a "Cleb Pentos Trading Company", which was both settlement and trade.

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Green showed a smile and said, "Russell, you're done."

At this time, Lake Snow came over and said, "Lord Green, our ships all need repair."

At the time of departure, Green had two ships, plus the three ships captured from the pirates, for a total of five ships.

What about the captured pirates?

Lord Greene has always been a man of deeds, and he will not let evil people join his Kleb army.

"Rike, check it carefully before repairing it. Don't leave any hidden dangers. Then get the money from Russell."

After the wealthy Green finished speaking, his eyes moved and he looked at Menton Weishui not far away.

Menton noticed Green's gaze and immediately showed an honest smile.

Green nodded his chin slightly, then withdrew his gaze, and said to Russell: "You lead the way, and tell me what happened here."

Russell followed Green, considered it for a while, and said: "My master, because of the letter you asked me to bring, Russell was honored to be personally received by the Governor. Governor Illyrio expressed his gratitude to you. The visit expressed expectation and welcome.”

After a pause, Russell lowered his voice and said, "I just started to inquire about the price of the house, and the governor's housekeeper found me and recommended a mansion to me. The price is very reasonable."

Green raised his eyebrows and said: "I understand, you did a good job, please pay more attention when choosing the queen's gift."

There are so many people coming and going at the pier, so many eyes and ears are hidden, so just talk briefly.

You are in control of every move... Illyrio's actions seemed enthusiastic, but he also quietly flexed his muscles to them.

Green had memories from before the time travel, and with the added details he learned after coming to Westeros, he had already guessed what Varys and the others were planning.

Green chuckled. He was hesitating about Varys or Illyrio... which one of them would kill first.

Around the Iron Throne of Westeros, Green did not allow there to be a bigger mastermind than him. He would kill one at the right opportunity first. Green had no interest in engaging in friendly exchanges on the chessboard that Varys and the others had planned for a long time.

Lord Green himself set up a new card table, and everyone came to the bowl.

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The city of Pentos was not very friendly to horseback riding, so Green followed the Romans and got into the sedan.

Green frowned slightly. Pentos was indeed cleaner and neater than most cities in Westeros, but there was a strange smell floating in the air here.

After leaving the dock, Green's ears were filled with the unfamiliar sounds of singing blessings and the laughter and noise of children playing.

Green suddenly felt something in his heart and looked somewhere, but found nothing unusual.

Green looked back thoughtfully.

At this moment, Petyr was the only one in the throne room.

Petyr looked at Pycelle's chair and raised the corners of his lips. Although there was no direct evidence yet, he had almost guessed the hidden identity of Grand Maester Pycelle. He had probably defected to Lannister.

As for Varys...if he continues to keep an eye on him, he must be planning something secretly. Petyr trusts his instincts.

The imperial meeting represents the highest stage for power players. The imperial ministers all have hidden ambitions in their hearts, including himself.

Petyr's gray-green eyes stared at the Iron Throne on the high platform.

The time has come... Petyr Baelish's eyes twinkled.

As if the gods were blessing him, with the help of Lysa Tully, Petyr had figured out what Prime Minister Jon was secretly investigating.

Those so-called noble blood really know how to play... A hint of ridicule escaped from the corner of Petyr's mouth.

It's time for Prime Minister Jon to retire from the Thrones scene forever. This is his last remaining value.

Petyr seemed to have foreseen the chaos he had created with his own hands, and there appeared a ladder for him to ascend.

The smile on Petyr's face grew.

Treading... the sound of light footsteps came, interrupting Petyr's thoughts.

Petyr just dismissed the expression on his face, pretending not to hear the movement behind him.

He didn't need to look back to know that the owner who could make such weird footsteps could only be the eight-clawed spider.

Varys stood beside Petyr and looked at the Iron Throne high up: "Lord Petyr, sometimes I'm a little curious about what you are thinking when you look at it."

Petyr glanced at Varys and said in a hoarse voice, "Maybe we are thinking about the same thing, Lord Varys."

There was a hint of temptation in Petyr's answer.

"oh?"

Varys said with great interest: "I am really pleasing to the people. Do you also miss the heroic figure of His Majesty Robert sitting on it?"

The corners of Petyr's eyes twitched and he said in a cold tone: "Lord Varys, what do you seem to be insinuating?"

Varys held his hands together and said with a smile: "Lord Petyr, I am timid, but His Majesty Robert can give you great courage. When the situation is sensitive, I always look forward to seeing the king. Isn't that true of you?"

Petyr raised the corners of his lips and said with a mocking tone: "Lord Varys, His Majesty is not here today. It is really a pity that he cannot hear your sweet words with his own ears."

Varys nodded slightly and said humbly: "This is just what I say from the bottom of my heart. There are invisible ears everywhere in the Red Castle, but I will always trust His Majesty's wisdom."

Varys's words made Petyr's eyes tremble unnoticeably.

The smile on Petyr's face was elegant: "Lord Varys, your tongue is the sweetest."