The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Duke Eddard hurriedly shouted: "Stop him!"

Everyone was yelling, and Lord Eddard's voice was lost in the roar around him.

Sansa's little hands clutched her father's arm tightly, and she begged with tears streaming down her face: "Father, please, save him!"

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Magic Mountain held the sword with both hands and swung it hard at the Flower Knight's chest. With a bang, he flew out of the saddle and fell heavily to the ground.

The frightened gray horse ran away immediately, and the dazed Ser Loras struggled to get up.

Magic Mountain's long sword drew a semicircle.

With a splash, blood spurted out, and the Knight of Flowers' body and head were separated.

Buzz!

For a moment, as if time had frozen, everyone's eyes were focused on the place where the accident occurred, and they couldn't believe what they saw.

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Dang~~dang~dangdang~dang~dangdang~~~~

A familiar melody from his past life appeared in Green's mind, and his brown eyes moved slightly... The hound who wanted to stop the evil deeds of the Mountain had not run a few steps, and fell to the ground due to a leg injury... Renly went crazy from They jumped down from the high stands and rolled on the ground several times... The knights of the golden rose and the soldiers in green robes swarmed into the tournament field... At this moment, many people went crazy together.

The tall figure of the Magic Mountain disappeared into the dense surroundings, and his life and death were unknown.

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Petyr stood next to Green, looking at the chaotic scene in front of him, and said leisurely: "Tyrell must have specially found a mare that is in heat."

He slowly raised the corners of his lips and continued: "I guess that boy planned it in advance... Everyone knows that Magic Mountain always prefers horses that are big, bad-tempered and wild."

Green nodded and said calmly: "Nine times out of ten, this is the case. Golden Rose is too proud...otherwise, today's tragedy would not have happened."

Petyr's pupils shrank, and he paused for a moment before saying, "It makes sense. Not everyone is willing to play games with the great nobles. I don't know if it's good luck or bad luck...it just so happens that the Magic Mountain is not."

Green turned his head and looked at Petyr, with a look of helplessness on his face: "Lord Petyr, Tyrell will hate Lannister to death now."

In the distance, dozens of Lannister red-robed soldiers who wanted to rescue the Mountain were facing off against Tyrell's green-robed soldiers, and a battle could break out at any time.

Petyr looked back at Green, shrugged and said, "I heard that the Duke of Highgarden loves his youngest son the most. Alas, it took a lot of effort for the Seven Kingdoms to be peaceful for a few years."

Green didn't show it on his face, but he despised Petyr in his heart.

"Lord Petyr, let's go over there. I think the Prime Minister needs some help."

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Everything happened too suddenly. Duke Eddard sighed as he looked at his sobbing daughter who was hugging him tightly... He had to get over there as soon as possible and stabilize the situation before a bigger conflict occurred, but he also didn't trust Sansa. Stay here alone.

Sansa almost ran out of tears. Why did such a beautiful Knight of Flowers die? Will everyone forget his appearance and name over time, and no one will compose songs to praise him... How sad.

Green and Petyr pushed through the crowd and approached Lord Eddard.

Green glanced at Sansa, whose face was stained with tears. It was very noisy here. He raised his voice and said, "Duke Ned, please leave Miss Sansa to me. I will arrange for escorts to send her safely to the Prime Minister's Tower."

Hearing Green's voice, Sansa barely controlled her emotions. She let go of the hand holding her father, lowered her face, and gently wiped the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand.

Duke Ed nodded, patted his daughter, stood up and strode down the stands.

Sansa needed to rest, so Greene and the guards escorted her out of the tourney arena, while Petyr followed them and did not leave.

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Sansa at least regained a semblance of calm as she climbed into Crabb's carriage.

"Count Green, thank you for your help, and..."

As she spoke, Sansa's wet eyes looked at the strange man sitting opposite her, but always staring at her.

The strange man was dressed upright, like a monk. He is very short, has a pointed beard, and has a few strands of silver in his hair. He seems to be about the same age as his father.

Green, standing next to the carriage, introduced: "Miss Sansa, this is Lord Petyr Baelish, the finance minister of the Royal Council."

Sansa's etiquette was standard: "It's an honor to meet you. I'm Sansa Stark."

Green suddenly thought of something... It seems that neither Sansa nor Arya has the "arrogance" of being the daughter of a duke. This is very different from Little Rose's people-friendly image.

Green could feel... Little Rose's behavior of not paying attention to other nobles except Queen Cersei... Although she didn't show any abnormality on the surface, she always reserved her opinion.

Generally speaking, the two daughters of the Stark family have a kind of simplicity that is different from other duke's daughters.

Green gave a few more instructions and then left, leaving the rest of the escort mission to Petyr Baelish who "volunteered".

Both the Knight of Flowers and the Magic Mountain had accidents. Green is now the champion of the lance competition in the tournament. As usual, the king and queen will receive him together.

Well, take the reward of 40,000 golden dragons by the way.

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In the carriage, a smile appeared on Petyr's lips, and his eyes never left Sansa's little face.

"You have the looks of a Tully family..."

After a pause, he added: "Sansa, don't be sad anymore, you are better suited to laughter."

Sansa was a little confused. Petyr's gray-green eyes kept staring at her, but she felt that he was looking at someone else. This feeling was strange.

Petyr's voice was hoarse: "Kate...your mother..."

Sansa blinked and asked, "You know my mother?"

Petyr's face was gentle: "Child, Kate and I grew up together in Riverrun. She is the queen of love and beauty in my heart."

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Not long after Green returned to the tournament, Duke Eddard assisted King Robert in quickly calming down the chaos, which temporarily suppressed the outbreak of hatred.

As the champion of the lance competition, Green first circled the field to accept the cheers of the audience, and then with James' livid face... he put the queen's crown of love and beauty on Princess Myrcella with both hands.

Seeing the somewhat shy Myrcella made King Robert laugh, and everyone around him also showed kind smiles.

Queen Cersei is very satisfied with Green's actions... Green, who won the Tourney in King's Landing, will soon be famous in the Seven Kingdoms. At the same time, the Messiah who wore a flower crown at the age of eight will also be known to the Seven Kingdoms, and everyone will praise her. Daughter, as she was when she was called the Light of the West.

Queen Cersei raised her chin, and naturally the daughter of the lioness would tower over the other daughters.

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That afternoon, Balon Swann of Stonehelm defeated Jarlabh Thrall of the Summer Isles in the final of the Hundred Steps Shooting and won the archery championship.

A total of nearly forty people participated in the group close combat, most of whom were free riders, mercenary knights and new knight squires who wanted to seek fame. Armed with blunt weapons, they fought each other in a field filled with mud and blood.

One moment they formed a team to join forces to fight the enemy, and the next moment they started fighting among themselves. The alliance fell apart just as it was formed, until only one person was left standing... The final winner was Menton Weishui of Whispering Castle.

They fought for nearly three hours, and the recorder's final list of casualties... included two broken legs, a broken collarbone, a dozen smashed fingers, two horses that had to be disposed of, and more than everyone else. Too many cuts, sprains, and scrapes to count.

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After watching the group close combat, Robert told him that the blood in his body was about to get out of control, so he led a group of people out of the tourney. It was said that someone saw a white deer deep in the forest, and Robert promised to hunt it with his own hands. arrive.

On the way back, Lord Eddard sighed secretly. He thought that hunting would always be more attractive to Robert than the government affairs of the kingdom.

Duke Eddard knew in his heart that the hatred of the Tyrells was only temporarily suppressed by him and Robert... I hope they will not mess up before he has finished handling the affairs at hand.

The accident in the game will also be interpreted as a conspiracy, because Highgarden has lost the son of the Duke, and now is the time when hatred is strongest, and war will break out if not careful.

If a war really broke out... Duke Eddard shook his head. There was only one way to bring Robert back from his obsession with hunting immediately, and that was to fight.

Faced with Robert's warhammer, smart people would choose to go home.

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Prime Minister's Tower.

Lord Eddard met Arya at the top of the stairs who was practicing standing on one leg. The younger daughter had been getting better and better at this recently.

"How was your practice?"

"My whole body is sore from practicing!"

Arya happily reports on her father's progress, proudly showing off a large purple bruise on her leg.

Lord Eddard personally inspected his youngest daughter's bruises and frowned: "Arya, I hope Syrio is not too harsh on you."

Arya said proudly: "Syrio said every injury is a lesson, and every lesson makes us stronger."

Syrio Forel's swordsmanship was well-known, but... He asked Arya to practice rolling back and forth, and asked his youngest daughter to tie a black silk scarf to cover her eyes and dangling around. Arya tells him that Syrio taught her to use her ears, nose, and skin to sense her surroundings.

Duke Eddard said worriedly: "Arya, do you really want to continue studying?"

Arya nodded without hesitation and said excitedly: "Tomorrow we will start practicing catching cats."

"Catch the cat?"

Duke Eddard was stunned, and he sighed: "Maybe I shouldn't hire this Braavos man to teach you. If you are willing, I will let Jory take over and let him teach you sword skills. Otherwise, I can also follow Ser Barristan said that in his youth he was the best knight in the Seven Kingdoms."

Arya shook her head firmly: "I don't want them! I just want Syrio!"

Duke Eddard rubbed his hair with a headache. He felt that any decent instructor could teach Arya the basics of slashing and blocking, without the need for blindfolded walking, somersaults and jumping on one foot.

Lord Eddard knew his youngest daughter's personality very well and knew that it was useless to argue with Arya, which would make her more determined.

She would get tired of playing sooner or later anyway, so he didn’t insist anymore: “Then let’s take Sirio.”

Duke Ed added: "You must be careful not to hurt yourself."

Arya assured her father seriously: "I will!"

After saying that, she jumped from her right foot to her left foot smoothly.

The second son likes to climb walls, and the youngest daughter likes to climb... spiral staircases, probably for a while.

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Prime Minister Tower at night.

Petyr stepped onto the stairs, the corners of his lips curling into a mocking smile.

"Earl Green, it seems that our Prime Minister is very troubled..."

With a crash, Petyr suddenly heard the sound of drawing a sword. He stopped and turned his head stiffly to look at Green, a drop of cold sweat sliding down his forehead.

Green's sword was pressed against Petyr's back, and he didn't dare to make any unnecessary moves.

Green took the initiative to explain: "Lord Petyr, the matter between you and Lady Lysa... has been found out by the Prime Minister, and sufficient evidence has been obtained."

Petyr's pupils tightened, and he smiled and said: "Earl Green, you should know that many people don't like me. Sometimes the so-called evidence is not reliable, that's just..."

Green interrupted: "Eight-clawed spider."

A thin stream of cold sweat broke out on Petyr's back, but he still kept a calm expression on his face.

After a pause, he said: "The intelligence chief's information is even more unreliable. This is something everyone knows. Isn't it, Earl Green?"

Green shook his head and said: "Lord Petyr, you don't need to explain this to me. As your friend, the reason why I remind you here is because the evidence is conclusive and cannot be refuted."

Petyr's eyes trembled and his smile became forced: "It seems I'm lucky, my friends will choose to help me."

Green put away his sword.

He lowered his voice: "Earl Petyr, I think you were forced to assist. The real murderer... is actually Lysa Tully."

Petyr: "..."

Green reached out and grabbed Petyr's shoulder, and said: "As long as the Prime Minister believes this, I will let you leave King's Landing safely."

Petyr sneered and said, "Wouldn't I become a lost dog?"

Green's eyebrows were raised slightly: "Earl Petyr, the valley is your home."

Petyr glanced at Green, paused, and said, "Will you send me to the valley?"

Green withdrew his hand and placed it on the hilt of the sword: "The affectionate Lady Lysa will definitely welcome you. The young Duke also needs your assistance, and there is no safer place than the Eagle's Nest City and the Blood Gate."

"Oh, the nobles of the valley cannot tolerate Lysa and me."

"How could they be your opponents?"

Petyr: "..."

After a moment of silence, a look of shock flashed across Petyr's face.

He said: "You want to use me to cause chaos in the valley? Then..."

As he said that, Petyr looked at Green with some disbelief.

He continued: "Are you going to destroy the Aylin family?"

Green spread his hands: "As expected of Lord Petyr... Only the blood of the Erin family can quell the hatred on the Crab Claw Peninsula. I can't hide my selfishness from you at all, so... after we return to the valley, the two of us will People are still friends.”

Petyr took a breath and calmed down.

"Count Green, cooperation requires trust as the basis, but I don't see your sincerity."