The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Jon Snow smiled and joked: "Little Griffin, you seem to be shy?"

After thinking about it, it seemed that he was not much better, so he added: "At least it's worse than me."

Little Griffin laughed, paused, and said, "Jon, when I realized the difference between boys and girls, my father taught me that I can only love my wife, including my body, in this life."

Jon's footsteps paused. He agreed with this. He had secretly sworn that he would never have an illegitimate child.

Jon is not good at praising others: "Little Griffin, your father is a... good father."

Little Griffin smiled and glanced at Jon, who looked serious, and said, "Aren't you curious how old I was at that time?"

"How old?"

Little Griffin sounded unsure: "Seven or eight years old."

Little Griffin is very approachable, and through this period of contact, Jon has already regarded him as his friend, so he is very relaxed when talking.

He pursed his lips and smiled: "It's a little late."

Little Griffin first sighed in mock sadness, and then they both laughed at the same time.

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After walking out of the pier, the tall and strong Raleigh looked around and said, "You guys find a place to eat nearby, and I'll get the horses."

Jon stretched out his hand to stop Raleigh who was about to leave, and said, "Leave it to me."

Little Griffin shrugged slightly, pointed to the tavern not far away, and said, "Raleigh and I will wait for you there."

Jon looked at where little Griffin was pointing, nodded, and took steps in the direction of the horse merchant.

After Jon's figure disappeared, Raleigh said: "Your Highness, do you like Jon very much?"

Little Griffin frowned slightly and said, "Remember, my name is Little Griffin."

Raleigh scratched the back of his head and said, "I will remember it, hehe."

Little Griffin reached out and patted Raleigh's thick arm, and said as he walked: "He is very pure. I really hope that he can become the next Oris, but who can guarantee what the result will be..."

It is rumored that Orys is the illegitimate brother of Aegon I. He is one of the most powerful generals under Aegon I. He is the founder of House Baratheon. He is also one of the few personal friends of Aegon himself.

He asked: "Raleigh, this time I came to see my relatives from a distance. This time I came with only one pair of eyes."

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The sun was high in the sky, and the three of them rode in the direction of the city-state of Cantes. The horses under them snorted from time to time, and the horses' hoofs stepped on the cracked and hard ground, making a crisp sound and raising a cloud of dust.

As night fell, they set up a tent in an open space on the roadside and lit a bonfire.

Jon wiped the hot sweat from his forehead and cheeks. He missed the cold wind in the north very much at this time.

Jon took the thrown wine bag and took a big sip, exhaled happily, and looked at Little Griffin.

After driving for a long time, little Griffin did not look embarrassed or tired, and his behavior was still elegant and noble... The illegitimate son must learn to observe words and expressions. In fact, he had already noticed that his friend was a person of extraordinary origin.

Noble... Jon withdrew his gaze. If little Griffin didn't want to take the initiative to speak, he wouldn't deliberately inquire or guess.

Raleigh's rough voice sounded: "Damn, I really wish it could be as cool during the day as it is at night..."

Raleigh's complaints made him feel friendly, and Jon couldn't help but smile... At every Winterfell banquet, Lord Ned would always allow each child to drink a glass of wine, but not more, which would make him look like In this way, with the servants, no one will care how much he drinks. They sat at the end of the hall, happily drinking glasses of wine together, listening to each other brag about wars, hunting and affairs. At that time, he felt that it was a good blessing only for illegitimate children.

Jon shook his head secretly... How could a despicable bastard know what nobility is.

As the night grew darker, the three of them sat around the campfire.

Little Griffin glanced at the simple map in his hand and said, "We will be able to enter the city in about three days."

Raleigh nodded in agreement: "Heir of the True Dragon..."

He looked at Jon who was smiling and said nothing, and said, "Jon, are you planning to participate in the tourney?"

Jon shook his head slightly: "I'm just an audience."

He asked back: "Raleigh, do you want to participate?"

Raleigh shook his head: "My duty is to protect the safety of little Griffin, and then take the opportunity to see if the silver-haired princess of the True Dragon family is as beautiful as the rumors."

Little Griffin's eyes flashed coldly, and he smiled and said, "I hope I can gain something."

Jon hesitated for a moment and then said: "It will be rewarding. It is said that Targaryens are very good-looking."

Little Griffin's eyes trembled slightly: "Then I can rest assured, it's not a wasted trip."

Luo Li laughed loudly: "It's not a waste of time to meet the rumored Beggar King."

He then said mysteriously: "I heard that the Beggar King sold his mother's crown in order to maintain his dignity. He also planned to sell the silver-haired princess to the Dothraki in exchange for soldiers and horses."

Jon was stunned for a moment and said with some disbelief: "Raleigh, I heard that the Dothraki are barbarians. He actually wants to trade his own sister with the barbarians for troops?"

Raleigh stretched out his big hand and scratched his head and said, "Could it be that the relationship between brother and sister is not good?"

Little Griffin chuckled: "To be exact, the only thing he can sell is his sister."

Jon thought of Arya and Sansa. The youngest Arya and he had been close friends since childhood. Although Sansa didn't give him a good look, he never thought of hurting her.

Jon thought of what he saw and heard in the Red Keep again, and he said, "Maybe power is more important to him than his family."

Jon added silently in his mind: What a coward.

Little Griffin's eyes moved slightly: "Jon, you seem to regard this kind of thing as... relatively normal?"

Jon was silent for a while and said frankly: "I... took care of horses in the Red Keep, and I heard many similar things there."

Raleigh leaned forward: "You said the Red Castle is the palace of Westeros, right?"

Jon nodded slightly.

Raleigh asked: "Ha, Jon, I'm really curious, tell us."

Little Griffin's eyes also moved to Jon, and he seemed to be very interested in hearing it.

Jon smiled and shook his head, saying helplessly: "What I heard may not be true."

Little Griffin threw a wine bag towards Jon and said, "Jon, don't worry, just drink and talk."

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Crab Claw Peninsula, Mermaid Harbor, Government Affairs Office.

Greenkleb stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back. In his hand was Daenerys's handwritten reply.

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Fifteen days later, at Kuqiao, Hewandi, the turbid Mandeb River shone in the sun.

On the green lawns on both sides of Rose Avenue, countless trebuchets, ballistas and battering rams are lined up. The tents of the lords of Howan and Stormland were scattered across the land like silky mushrooms, and thousands of campfires filled the air with a pale mist. Under the bright sun, the tips of countless spears flashed red, as if they were weeping blood.

Renly Baratheon's huge banner flew high in the camp, with a golden crown and a black crowned stag embroidered on the bottom. It was tall, soaring, and proud.

Under the banner of the crowned stag, the venue for the tournament was cleared, and the place was filled with the screams of horses, the clang of weapons clashing, and the cheers of spectators.

On the high platform, Renly and Margaery sat side by side, talking and laughing.

The stag crown that Renly wore was delicately inlaid with a rosette. He was wearing a green velvet coat, and the coat of arms of Baratheon was embroidered on the chest with golden silk thread of golden roses.

Renly has slender limbs, broad shoulders, smooth and straight charcoal black hair, blue eyes, and a familiar smile. He is simply the rebirth of young Robert.

Margaery Tyrell was wearing a green Highgarden armless dress, her long brown curly hair was lazily spread over her shoulders, her gentle eyes looked at Renly from time to time, and her smile was both shy and sweet.

Off the field, there was a bang, and two heavily armored horses collided violently. Steel and flesh were inseparable, causing everyone to scream in surprise.

Margery on the high platform was so frightened that she almost screamed. When she saw the two knights in full plate armor staggering up one after another, she exhaled the breath she was holding.

Feeling that Renly's gaze had been attracted, Margaery's slightly pale face turned slightly, and a frightened smile appeared on her charming face.

A comforting smile appeared on Renly's handsome face, which was very gentle. The ladies who were watching the interaction between the two of them couldn't help but cover their chests and whisper.

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Olenna Redwin, who was sitting not far away, looked away and whispered angrily: "What a king."

Mace Tyril on the side stopped stroking his beard and asked in confusion: "Mother, what did you say?"

Lady Olenna got angry when she saw her smiling son: "My Duke of Metz, when will my granddaughter be pregnant with the future king?"

Duke Metz's smile froze for a moment, and he said flatteringly: "Mother, King Renly has made a promise. You don't trust others, but you still don't trust your granddaughter?"

He touched his beard and said: "Margaery has taken the position of queen, and the golden roses will continue to grow."

Mrs. Olenna snorted coldly: "Other than kneeling down and saluting every day, the old woman has never seen anything practical."

Duke Mace explained to his mother: "Duke Tywin's troops are marching towards the Riverlands. When they finish fighting, if we are lucky, we won't even have to start a war..."

Lady Olenna interrupted the Duke of Metz impatiently: "The old woman doesn't know how to fight. I'm tired of hearing the art of war that you preach every day. You can figure it out for yourself."

She added: "I plan to return to High Court."

Hearing this, the Duke of Metz was surprised: "Mother, you..."

Lady Olenna patted her knees angrily: "Duke Highgarden, have mercy on me, an old woman. If I continue to kneel here and there, I may never get up again."

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The tournament venue was messy, muddy, and full of broken armor and broken spears. One hundred and sixteen knights participated in the Bitterbridge Group Tournament that lasted all day, and Brienne of House Tarth finally won.

King Renly shouted: "Come forward, my champion."

After Renly finished speaking, Brienne walked lamely towards the high platform.

Walking in front of Renly, Brienne stood upright and said, "Your Majesty Renly."

The blue armor she wore was covered with wounds, including dents made by war hammers and nail heads, gouges carved by the sword, pieces of enamel on the breastplate fell off, and the cloak was torn into shreds.

Renly looked at Brienne gently and praised: "Your noble father did not exaggerate. You are indeed an excellent swordsman."

He added: "As a champion, you can ask me for anything you want. As long as I am capable, I will give it to you."

Brienne replied without hesitation: "Your Majesty Renly, I ask you for the honorary position of Rainbow Guard. I ask to be one of your seven guards, to sacrifice my life for you, to follow you to the ends of the world, and never leave. Right and left, protecting you from all dangers.”

"I agree."

After Renly finished speaking, Brienne's ugly face was filled with a girl's innocent smile.

Renly smiled. He took off Brienne's tattered cloak and tied a new rainbow cloak on her with his own hands.

The beauty's voice could not suppress her excitement: "Your Majesty Renly, my life is yours. I swear to the old and new gods that from today on, I will be your shield."

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As night fell, the banquet of the tournament began. During the performances of singers and jugglers, everyone first enjoyed pears boiled in strong wine, followed by delicious small fish boiled in salt and crispy, and roosters stuffed with onions and mushrooms. Pieces of browned bread, mountains of turnips, sweet corn and peas, prime hams and roast geese, and plates of wild venison filled with ale and barley mounds.

On the main seat, King Renly used the tip of his dagger to pick food for Margaery from time to time. The two of them were either joking or whispering.

King Renly laughed heartily from time to time and spoke cordially to all the lords, no matter their origin.

Towards the end of the party, the guests who drank too much were unable to restrain themselves. For example, Earl William's sons Josula and Ellis argued over who would be the first to climb over the walls of King's Landing; Earl Varner held a maid on his knees, nuzzled her neck with his nose, and put his hand on her neck. Reaching into the opponent's vagina; Ser Morrigan the Green Guard fancied himself a singer, played a song about the knotted lion's tail on the harp; Ser Mulendall teased a black and white monkey and took the food from his plate. Ser Tanton, who happened to have his foot stuck in the cruet, vowed to kill the Hound Sandor Clegane in a one-on-one duel.

While the whole audience burst into laughter, Margaery's maid quietly came over and whispered a few words in her ear, and Margaery tapped her chin.

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Soldiers wearing forest green full-body armor and two huge golden antlers on their helmets guarded the entrance to the king's tent.

Hearing the movement, the guard captain looked over with vigilance. When he saw the person clearly, his eyes widened unconsciously.

He seemed to have seen a ghost: "Lo...Sir Loras?"