The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

There was silence for a while, then Cersei Lannister sneered and said, "Lord Tywin plans to use marriage to win over the Dornish people?"

She looked at Green: "Who in the Seven Kingdoms doesn't know the hatred of the Martell family against the Lannister family? Unless..."

As she said this, Cersei suddenly thought of Margaery of the Tyrell family, and she tightened her hand on the wine glass.

"When Tyrion was acting Prime Minister, he used the heads of the Death Mountain to please the Dornishmen (Chapter 177). Sixteen years later, the Prince of Dorne... finally had a good reason to return to the center of the Seven Kingdoms."

Green shrugged and continued: "Family hatred cannot override family interests. Prince Doran also has to accept the candy handed to him by Prime Minister Tywin."

Finally, he added: "If they had not reached a certain agreement in private, I think... Prince Oberyn who is far away in the border areas would not have come here specially."

After listening to Green's analysis, Queen Cersei was full of emotions for a while, and said coldly: "Martell is eyeing my Myrcella?"

A look of hesitation appeared on Green's face. He paused and sighed: "My queen mother is not only Princess Myrcella...she is just one of the marriage partners."

"Who else could it be? Could it be Tommen..."

Queen Cersei frowned and thought. She saw Green shaking his head slightly and staring at her.

"Me?" she asked, seemingly amused.

Green still looked at her in silence. Queen Cersei paused and suddenly said angrily: "Me? How dare they try to trick me again? How dare the shameless Dornish people dare to trick me?!"

Queen Cersei is very angry. Her two swords have returned to King's Landing, but the old lion still wants to use her for marriage?

She suddenly figured it out. No wonder the old lion ignored her order. Did he think that she... would still be helpless against his order, or would not dare to disobey it?

With a thud, the bottom of the wine glass was hit hard by Queen Cersei on the small table next to her. She was very angry. The old lion was indeed old, and he still hadn't figured out who his true heir was. Not James, not even the dwarf, only her! Perhaps, he had seen it clearly a long time ago, but he was unwilling to admit it because she didn't have a baby!

When Queen Cersei slowed down a little, Green said: "With the current situation... Please forgive me, you and the Prime Minister... are sitting face to face on the power game table."

After his words fell, the atmosphere became solemn.

Queen Cersei leaned motionless on the armrest of the chair. After a while, her green eyes moved slightly.

She stared at Green, her eyes gradually becoming colder, and after a pause, she suddenly said: "Do you want me to compete with my father?"

Green was very calm. He put down his wine glass and replied in a sincere tone: "Queen Cersei, with my shallow wisdom, I really can't see that you... have any other choices."

After a pause, he added: "At this moment, the choice is still in your hands."

After a moment of silence, Queen Cersei reached for the empty wine glass, shook it toward Green, and said, "Earl Green, pour me some wine."

Green smiled, stood up, and walked over with the wine bottle.

Clatter, the summer red in the golden wine flask was like a silky stream, slowly flowing into the wine glass in Queen Cersei's hand.

After filling the wine, Queen Cersei raised her slightly drunken blue eyes to look at Green standing beside her, and said: "Dear Earl, I feel that you are forcing your Queen Mother to make a choice."

Green first put down the wine bottle, then lowered himself in front of her and looked up at her: "Your Majesty the Queen Mother, I promise that I will respect any choice you make."

Queen Cersei's red lips parted slightly: "Lions are only considered winners."

After saying that, her eyes were fixed on Green's.

Green nodded slowly, paused, and suddenly chuckled: "This is a good thing, the kind lioness winner...at least will not marry the loser."

Hearing this, Queen Cersei was slightly startled at first, and then she giggled, her trembling figure extremely seductive.

When she laughed, Green stood up naturally with a smile on his face, picked up the wine bottle and went to his chair.

The laughter stopped, and Queen Cersei took a sip of summer red happily, and then she noticed Greene who had taken a seat. She frowned slightly. She drank a lot tonight, and her drunkenness became deeper and deeper, and her eyelids became a little heavy.

She stretched out a finger and rubbed her temples, and said in a hoarse voice: "Dear Green, do you have a plan?"

An hour later, Green walked out of the room and closed the door softly.

"Lord Crabb." Sir Osney saluted him.

Green tapped his chin. James was not here. Where had he gone? He is really unreliable.

He looked towards the stairs, and Sir James, with flowing blond hair, had just stepped down the last step.

Lord Green felt that Sir James' vigilance was really poor, and as his friend, he had to help him.

Sir James looked forward, and he also spotted Green's figure. Their eyes met from a distance, and then... he saw the man turn around with a "guilty heart".

Although his back is turned, judging from Green's actions at this time, it seems that he is sorting clothes? ! Ser Jaime couldn't help but quicken his pace.

The two of them had been alone for so long, and Cersei had drank a lot... Ser Jaime clenched his fists.

When the menacing Sir Jaime approached, Green turned around, first wiped his sweat, and then took the initiative to say hello: "Sir Jaime, where have you been?"

Sir James narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Green dangerously, gritted his teeth and said: "Lord Green, do you need me to send you off?"

Green directly ignored the voice of the person in front of him. He straightened his clothes again, then reached out and patted Sir James' arm, saying: "Please stay vigilant, White Knight."

Without waiting for Sir James to respond, he added: "I'll go back and rest."

After saying that, Green lifted his feet and left, and he also tapped his waist in the sight of Sir James who was about to eat someone.

"I'm so tired..." Green's voice floated from a distance.

Sir James's chest was heaving violently, and Osney on the side was also very angry. He saw everything... Of course, he knew best that Earl Green was playing a "strange" drama with Sir James. Why is he angry? What made him angry was that he was clearly standing here, but was treated as a decoration, as if he didn't deserve his presence.

At this time, Sir James's cold voice sounded: "Stay here and don't let anyone disturb you."

Without waiting for a response, Sir James pushed the door open and entered the room. Sir Osney's face turned even redder.

Bang, the door was closed.

Ser Jaime glanced sharply across the room. He suppressed the anger surging in his heart. As a knight, he would confirm it first.

His eyes finally settled on the oak chair where Cersei had been sitting before he left.

After a pause, Sir James took a deep breath and walked away as if facing the final judgment.

As he walked, he thought that if Greene's behavior was not too abnormal compared to usual, he would not be able to help but draw the sword directly.

If it is true... what should he do... Will Cersei treat others as drunk... Is it Green who takes the initiative... If not... How should he face... him To be lost forever...

In the short distance, Sir Jaime's thoughts were extremely "active", and he even thought about putting on black clothes... and escaping from his place of pain forever.

Then, there was no scene as Ser Jaime had imagined. He only saw Cersei sleeping quietly leaning on a chair, her cheeks flushed, and an empty wine glass clutched in her hand.

Sir James looked up and down. His hair...clothes...were all normal, and there were no traces of pleasure between men and women.

Like a heavy rainy day suddenly clearing up, Sir James felt that the whole world became extremely bright.

A male voice gnashing his teeth sounded in the room: "G...Lin..."

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The next day, early morning.

Tyrion Lannister woke up from his bed, feeling the warmth and tenderness of Shae in a daze.

Shae closed her eyes and her voice was hoarse as if she had just woken up: "Lord Tyrion, you want me to wake you up early in the morning."

Tyrion gradually woke up: "Hiss, you are such a smart girl, so wonderful...your craftsmanship!"

The sky was gloomy, as if it was about to rain heavily, but it did not affect Tyrion's good mood at all. He asked Bronn and the young attendant to wait outside. He put his little hands behind his back and hummed a tune before entering the gate of the Prime Minister's Tower. The red robes wearing lion helmets just glanced at Tyrion, no one stopped him or greeted him.

Tyrion changed to another ditty and continued humming, limping across the hall, and met Ser Adam Marbrand near the spiral staircase.

Tyrion stopped and said with a smile: "Good morning, Ser Adam."

Ser Adam stroked his chest and said, "Good day, Lord Tyrion."

He looked at Tyrion and said, "Are you here to meet Lord Tywin?"

Tyrion said suspiciously: "Does it seem...obvious?"

Sir Adam stepped aside and said, "Lord Kevan has given orders..."

He pointed in the direction of the door: "Tell them that Tyrion Lannister will come to visit his father."

Tyrion grinned: "Praising my good uncle, I thought it was the majesty of the lion that prevented the red robes from asking me why I came."

Ser Adam frowned and said, "They will not offend Lord Lannister."

Sir Adam was too serious. Tyrion waved his hand boredly and said, "Where is Lord Tywin?"

"You can go to the Prime Minister's study to see him."

After a pause, he added: "Lord Tywin has been attending to government affairs all night."

Tyrion reached out and patted Ser Adam's... thigh.

"Thank you for your kindness, ser."

Upon hearing the response, the red robe guarding the door of the Prime Minister's study opened the door for Tyrion.

Lord Tywin was sitting under the round window, with candlelight flickering. He was writing a letter when he heard some movement and raised his eyes.

"Tyrion." Lord Tywin's voice was calm, and he put down the quill in his hand.

Tyrion grinned and said, "What an honor. You actually recognize me, Your Majesty the Duke."