The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Cersei's slender fingers clenched into fists, and her voice was firm: "No, I won't marry."

Lord Tywin said every word: "You want to get married."

Cersei said angrily: "I am the Queen Regent, I am not a stallion!"

Lord Tywin suddenly shouted loudly: "You are my daughter!"

He spoke with a vibrato of suppressed anger: "You must obey my orders, and you must marry the man I designate."

His eyes were cold: "I never want to hear any vicious rumors about you again."

The old lion's roar made Cersei's body tremble, and her blue eyes became moist: "Father, don't force me to get married anymore, please..."

Cersei's plea was coldly interrupted by Lord Tywin: "No need to say more."

After staring at Cersei for a while with tears overflowing from the corners of her eyes, he gritted his teeth and said again: "My daughter, you, you, have humiliated Lannister for too long."

Cersei wiped the tears on her cheeks with the back of her hand, and her eyes flickered: No, the Lannister lioness will never admit defeat and will never be manipulated by others. Even the old lion cannot force me!

She rolled her moist and clear eyes, and she kept thinking of good ways...

Duke Tywin seemed to see through Cersei's thoughts at a glance, and he said: "Cersei, I don't like you, not because you are a woman, but because you are smart and self-assertive."

He stared at his arrogant daughter who looked unconvinced: "As a Lannister, as a mother, you allow your son to sit on the Iron Throne and act mischievously. You are not qualified to be the mother of the king. Don't give any more trouble to Lannister." Nest is causing trouble.”

His voice was full of warning: "Do you think you will be the first woman to be dragged into a church to get married?"

Cersei's plumpness was rising and falling slightly. She stopped talking, stood up from the chair, her skirt swirled, and she turned around and left.

When leaving, although Cersei still held her chin high, she could not hide her embarrassment at this time.

Outside the room door, Cersei's cold snort came, and not long after, Kevan Lannister walked in.

Looking at Lord Tywin who was sitting upright, Sir Kevan asked: "Lord Tywin, have you made your decision?"

His index finger tapped the armrest of the Prime Minister's chair. Duke Tywin shook his head slightly and said, "Tyrell, Tully, I haven't made a choice yet."

"I heard that the Duke of Mace will arrive at King's Landing in three or four days. He is probably for another marriage agreed between Lannister and Tyrell (Chapter 269)..."

As he said that, Sir Kevan suddenly paused. His respectful face flashed with sharpness and said, "Lord Tywin, why did Cersei come to you? I saw that she was very unhappy. I thought she was because of the marriage. thing."

Duke Tywin said coldly: "She heard the news. There is no secret in the Red Keep. This is really a joke."

He looked at Sir Kevan: "I'll give you a task. Interrogate everyone in the Prime Minister's Tower and execute them directly in my name. Let everyone know the consequences of revealing information."

"As you command, Lord Tywin."

After a pause, Sir Kevan added: "Cersei is Joffrey's mother after all. I can talk to her if necessary."

Duke Tywin said coldly: "Kevan, as Cersei is a Lannister, it is her responsibility and obligation to marry for the sake of the family. There is no need to say more."

He snorted coldly and said: "If you go to her, my smart daughter will think that she still has room for negotiation."

Ser Kevan shrugged and said nothing.

Duke Tywin pointed to the chair opposite him and said, "Let's talk about Marquis Frey. Is he still hesitant?"

After Sir Kevan sat down, he shook his head and said respectfully: "Perhaps he still has some hope for Little Running Wolf. Marquis Frey has not replied to my last letter."

Duke Tywin frowned and thought for a while, then said: "If Cersei's marriage partner is changed to the Tully family, the price for us to appease the Tyrell family will be very high. The Duke of Mace set off early, but also for my daughter."

Ser Kevan nodded and said: "Except for Cersei, there is no marriageable woman in the Lannister family who is worthy of being the heir to Highgarden."

After hesitating for a moment, he said: "Lord Tywin, what I am more worried about is Earl Kleb who conquered the valley. Whether true or false, his loyalty to Cersei is known to all the seven kingdoms. I am worried that she will try to get rid of her family. The fact that we made arrangements to harm the interests of the family, with the help of Earl Kleb, can at least destroy our plan. Therefore, we may need to appease Kleb's side in advance to avoid any accidents."

Lord Tywin was silent for a while and said, "Go on, let me hear your thoughts."

Sir Kevan nodded slightly and said respectfully: "Count Kleb's military ability is obvious to all. If the Frey family cannot be used by us, maybe he will be a good opponent for Little Running Wolf."

His eyes narrowed slightly: "For this purpose, we are worth paying for Princess Myrcella. Perhaps... this step can make Count Kleb a true one of his own."

Lord Tywin crossed his fingers, put his chin on his head, pondered for a moment, and said, "The portion is not enough. Myrcella is only in her early ten years, and she has not yet possessed the charm that exceeds her own value."

Sir Kevan tentatively said: "Lord Tywin, are you... worried about Cersei?"

Duke Tywin looked at Sir Kevan and said: "Kevan, for Kleb, it is more beneficial to him to stay as the regent queen in Magta than to a young princess who has not even had the ability to have children."

After a pause, Sir Kevan nodded slowly and said: "As the mother of Myrcella, Cersei can have sufficient reasons to reject our proposal. For example... there is a bloodline between Baratheon and Cleber. This is enough reason for the huge disparity.”

He spread his hands and said, "Even after conquering the valley and becoming a famous general throughout the seven kingdoms, in the eyes of others he is at best a nouveau riche. The ancient nobles will still regard Kleb as a semi-gentleman from the swamps of the Crab Claw Peninsula. Savage nobles..."

After a pause, Sir Kevan looked at Duke Tywin: "Perhaps that young lord cares more about this kind of thing than we thought, just like Marquis Frey of the Twins, and Myrcella's identity can just help Kleb The earl makes up for this, and the value is attractive enough for him to give up on Cersei."

Lord Tywin leaned back in his chair. He stared at Ser Kevan for a while and warned: "Don't base another person's real needs on what you see and what you think, seemingly reasonable speculations." Enter, Kevan."

His tone was instructive: "The closer he is to you, the more vigilant you must be, because he may be an enemy hiding beside you. When he betrays you, it is often a fatal blow."

After listening carefully, Sir Kevan said solemnly: "I will keep it in mind, brother."

Duke Tywin tapped his chin, paused, and said, "Cersei can't stay in Magta."

Ser Kevan said: "Lord Tywin, have you made a decision?"

Duke Tywin stood up and came to the wall with the map of the Seven Kingdoms, stared at it for a while, and said: "By marrying Tully and letting the little running wolf continue to wear that ridiculous crown, we can put an end to this chaos immediately. "

He murmured: "As for the Tyrell family..."

After being silent for a while, he continued: "The Tyrell family is our only strong enemy in terms of resources, and we must continue to win over them. When the Duke of Mace arrives in King's Landing, we must propose my heir to marry before he opens his mouth. A Tyrell woman."

Sir Kevan nodded and said, "Are you going to modify the content of the alliance agreement (Chapter 235)?"

Duke Tywin stared at the map, shook his head, and said: "It is to add another marriage. It is our sincerity to consolidate the alliance between Lannister and Tyrell."

He turned his head to look at Sir Kevan standing aside and said: "Kevan, Lannister has always been generous to the alliance. We also need to choose another suitable marriage partner for the heir of Highgarden."

Sir Kevan smiled and said, "The Duke of Metz is very greedy."

He pointed to Storm's End Castle on the map and said: "I heard that when he used to promote his art of war in King's Landing, he often said that this was his place of regret. As a generous ally, we should send him to make up for his regrets. Opportunity."

When the two of them were discussing a specific plan, there was a knock on the door.

After receiving a response, a Lannister redcloak delivered the letter brought by the messenger raven.

Ser Kevan glanced at Lord Tywin and opened the letter. The seal of the Frey family on the bridge connecting the twin towers appeared in sight.

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Night, the queen mother's bedroom in Megta.

The candlelight flickered, and Queen Cersei sat at the table, waving the quill in her hand fiercely: Green Claymore, I order you, immediately...

The quill in her hand suddenly paused. Queen Cersei sat motionless for a while, then picked up the paper in front of her and tore it up angrily.

The pieces of paper were scattered on the floor, and she picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it in one gulp.

After a pause, she pulled out a new piece of paper and picked up the quill again: My dear, I have always wanted to call you this, my Green...

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Four days later, Eyrie City.

Dear Green, I can only call secretly, I want to look into your eyes and call softly like this, my dear.

My dear, I miss your arms so much...

My dear, I can't imagine being apart from you for a long time...

My dear, at least let me have your presence in my eyes...

Honey,……

Honey,……

Lord Green put down the letter and rubbed his head. He needed Jaime Lannister.