The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Dozens of candles were scattered throughout the Queen Mother's study. The candlelight swayed and their lights intertwined, illuminating the entire room like daylight.

Outside the window, darkness enveloped the entire Red Fort.

Cersei Lannister broke free from Jaime's hand and stood in front of the window sill for a while. She suddenly said: "I want to see Green."

The old lion's warning made her feel inexplicably uneasy. The lioness hated this feeling very much. Tonight, the performance of James' sword in front of her father was very disappointing to her. At this moment... she had to confirm the sharpness of the other sword.

She doesn't like the feeling of passivity even more, and the Lannister lioness will never sit still and wait for death.

Hearing Cersei's voice, Jaime Lannister was stunned for a moment and said, "Now?"

He glanced out the dark window and said, "Cersei, it's already very late. Tomorrow..."

Queen Cersei turned to face him and said: "Jaime, hesitation...it is also a kind of cowardice."

She raised her chin slightly and continued: "I will go find him personally, and I want you to send me there."

In fact, it was a word without any hidden meaning, but in the ears of James, who had become sensitive, it was: In the dark night... he wanted to send his beloved to Green's mansion in person?

"You can see Green tomorrow morning, I will make arrangements."

After a pause, Ser Jaime added: "The night roads in King's Landing are not safe, and my father has just left. If he knows about this, he will misunderstand you."

Hearing Jaime's advice, Cersei's eyes flashed with contempt that the person opposite could not detect.

"I may be in danger, but I am protected by the most powerful white knight in the Seven Kingdoms."

Cersei took a step forward, raised a hand, gently placed it on Jaime's strong chest, and continued gently: "I also know that only you can help me hide it from the old lion's eyes, my Jaime. ”

Sir Jaime's Adam's apple couldn't help but roll up. Facing Cersei like this, he could only sigh slightly.

"As you command, my queen."

Queen Cersei saw that there was still a hint of "reluctance" on Jaime's handsome face. She smiled softly, stood up on her toes and kissed him gently on the cheek as a small reward.

Sir James said helplessly: "Okay, okay, I will protect you to the death."

Hook Lane, Crabb's Mansion.

Green Kleb looked up from the map of the Riverlands and said, "The golden robe is visiting? Who is it?"

Although there were only two of them in the lord's study, Leighton's young butler still lowered his voice unconsciously: "Lord Green, the queen mother of the Lannister family and the captain of the Kingsguard. They deliberately hide their identities."

What happened?

Green thought briefly and said: "Since they are unwilling to reveal their identities, you can invite them in as normal guests."

He added: "Arrange clan soldiers to be on guard and don't let anyone disturb our conversation."

After Layton left, Green's eyes suddenly moved slightly. He rolled up the map of the Riverlands and put it aside. Then... he found the maps of Blackwater Bay and Dragonstone and spread them out on the table.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Green, who was standing with his back to the door, just turned his face slightly, as if he glanced at the person coming, or it was a symbolic gesture, and he did not even glance at the unexpected visitor.

"Go and tell Sir Damien (Chapter 307) to be the captain of the Iron Gate's guard, and he will be counted in the war."

His eyes were still fixed on the map of Dragonstone Island: "I still need some time to collect intelligence on Dragonstone Island. The terrain there is complex and it will not be easy to break through it."

He knocked on the table: "Tell him again, you don't have to wait too long, I will not let anyone offend Queen Cersei."

He raised a hand, waved it slightly, and said, "Go back."

After a pause, as if because he didn't hear any movement, Green turned around.

When he saw the man wearing black armor and gold robes, his eyes couldn't help but show surprise and confusion: "Sir James?"

Then, Green looked at the figure standing next to Sir James. He said with some disbelief: "Are you... Queen Cersei?"

Cersei was wearing a brown cloak. She lifted the hood, and her white skin glowed with a light red glow in the candlelight.

She smiled slightly, but her voice was slightly sad: "Duke Greene."

Layton, who was standing aside, bowed respectfully, took a few steps back, turned around and left the room.

Green scratched his head, he still seemed a little in disbelief: "Queen Cersei, you..."

Before she finished speaking, the lioness stepped forward and hugged Green tightly, burying her head in his arms.

Green raised his hands in embarrassment, looked at Sir James, and raised his eyebrows slightly: What is this?

Sir James spread his hands and shrugged helplessly: I can't do anything to her.

Green and James are incompatible with each other, and they rarely correctly understand each other's silent communication. Usually you "say" your thing, and I "say" mine.

After Cersei stepped into Green's study, when she happened to hear Green's "heartfelt voice", the lioness didn't mind showing her weak side to the fearless knight.

Cersei has a natural understanding of the heart of a man, Green has fearless loyalty, and she needs his courage and strength, which should be encouraged and rewarded.

After a pause, one of Green's hands stiffly patted Cersei's back shoulder.

In the silence, out of sight of Ser Jaime, Cersei continued to make small inadvertent movements in Green's arms.

Lord Green devoted himself to working for the royal family of the Seven Kingdoms, and he had to admit... he was really hard at times.

There was no emotion on the face of the strong Duke. After a while, he suddenly said: "Queen Cersei, he is laughing at you from behind. I am referring to Ser Jaime Lannister."

Cersei noticed Green's discomfort, and she was very satisfied with this reaction, so... she chuckled as if she was being teased by Green.

Cersei separated from Greene, her eyes flicking downward first, then she glanced sideways at him. Then, with her skirt swirling, she walked towards the long table.

Ser Jaime followed Queen Cersei and sat down at the long table, while Lord Greene stood still.

At this time, the door was pushed open, and the well-trained Cleber butler brought them wine and fruits. After placing them... he immediately bowed his head and exited the room.

Queen Cersei shook the cup in her hand. She glanced at Green, who seemed to be sorting out the map, and the corners of her mouth curled up imperceptibly.

Seeing that Green was still busy there, Sir James suppressed his doubts and said, "Your Majesty, is there anything I can do for you?"

Green waved his hand and said, "I can't afford a Lannister waiter."

Queen Cersei looked at Green again. She raised her glass to Sir Jaime and said cheerfully: "My white knight, thank you for your escort."

Sir Jaime looked back, smiled, raised his glass, and said, "Queen Cersei, at your beck and call."

It didn't take long for Green to "organize" it. He came to the long table and said as he sat down: "I'm sorry, I have to hold a combat meeting tomorrow morning, so... um... so..."

Lord Green's dexterous tongue was a little clumsy at this time.

After a pause, he took a big sip of Summer Red, and then said: "After all, Crab Claw Peninsula and Dragonstone Island are neighbors."

Ser Jaime asked Green: "You plan to attack Dragonstone."

Green took another sip of wine and said: "To be precise, we are preparing for war in advance. If a good fighter opportunity appears, it will be easier to seize it..."

After talking for a while, he suddenly said: "This is a secret. Please Sir, please keep it secret for me, especially the imperial meeting."

Sir James seemed a little surprised: "Secret? Doesn't the Golden Robe already know it?"

"Not all the golden robes know about this, only the captain of the golden robes' steel guard knows."

Green slowly explained: "When I was the commander-in-chief of the Golden Robes, I trusted him more, so I asked him to help me collect some intelligence on Dragonstone Island. Everyone knows... The Golden Robes have many sources of intelligence. He I guessed some myself..."

He spread his hands and said: "In addition, he has always been eager for military exploits, so he has been coming to my place frequently recently to inquire. He knows that this needs to be kept secret, and he is also worried about causing unnecessary misunderstandings. He usually only comes after the sun goes down, either by himself or... His men."

After he finished speaking, Queen Cersei's voice rang out: "Green, why did you mention the Royal Council just now?"

"It can also be said to be a war meeting in which many great nobles were invited."

Green put down his wine glass and said: "When Prime Minister Tywin wanted to hold a meeting before, it was delayed because of Duke Metz's illness. I heard that Duke Metz has recovered well recently, so... I think this meeting will be held soon. will be reconvened.”

He smiled: "I am making this presumptuous request to you so that the Prime Minister will not misunderstand my purpose."

After hearing this, Cersei snorted coldly and said: "Don't even think about giving orders, old lion..."

"Cersei," Ser Jaime interrupted with a frown.

After a moment of silence, Green's eyes swept across the two people who were in a tense atmosphere, and said: "Queen Cersei, I just felt your..."

After a pause, he continued: "Can you tell me what happened?"

Queen Cersei's green eyes looked at Sir Jaime, and her eyes said: Tell me.

Sir Jaime sighed secretly and said, "Tonight, our father called me, Cersei, and Tyrion. He told us the deal between you and him."

"trade?"

After muttering, Green pondered: "Is it about the incident with Queen Cersei? At that time... the condition he agreed to was that I would no longer be involved in Lannister's personal affairs."

Ser Jaime nodded slightly towards Green.

Leaning back in the chair, Green tapped the armrests of the chair with his fingers and sighed: "This is a tacit understanding and a tradition among the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms. I have no reason to refuse, not to mention... I am eager to remove Queen Cersei's Troubled.”

He stroked his chest apologetically towards the lioness and said, "Yesterday and today, a lot of unexpected things happened. My original plan was to find a good way to tell you, Queen Cersei."

Queen Cersei raised her chin and said: "There is no need to think of any tricks. My son is the king, and I am the Queen Regent. Even the gods can't tell which is a national matter and which is a Lannister family matter. "

Knowing that this would be the case, Sir James raised his eyes, staring at the ceiling of Kleb's house with a headache.

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Three days later, in the morning, the morning light broke through the sky, and a faint light shone on the Blackwater River Pier.

Tyrion stood on a wooden box. He was wearing a bright red velvet robe with the Lannister crest embroidered on the chest, and a black cloak tied with a lion's head brooch.

Around him were Ser Adam, Ser Bronn, and his young squire Pod.

Ser Adam and the dozens of red robes he brought were responsible for the safety of the Dornish envoys during the negotiations; Tyrion's young squire is today's royal standard bearer, holding King Joffrey's deer and lion standard; Ser Bronn He is Tyrion's banner-bearer, holding the Lannister banner of the Roaring Lion.

While waiting, Ser Bronn suddenly said to Tyrion: "My lord, when I was drinking in the tavern last night, I heard a joke about the Dornish people from the people of the Reach."

The bored Tyrion was very interested: "Tell me about it."

Other people's eyes also moved over.

A lewd smile appeared on Sir Bronn's face: "How many Dornishmen are needed to shoe a horse? No more, no less, exactly nine. One person works, and eight people lift the horse."

Tyrion sneered, thinking... Such words cannot be mentioned in the ears of the Dornish envoy.

After a pause, low laughter came from everyone.

After a while, a man in gold robes trotted over and reported: "Lord Lannister, the Dornish ship has arrived."

Hearing this, Sir Bronn looked up, squinted his eyes, and said: "The flag...a red sun on an orange background, pierced by a spear."

Tyrion put his hands behind his back, weighed his feet, and said, "Bronn, are there any more? Can you see the flags of several houses?"

Sir Bronn observed it carefully and said: "Eight... no, nine flags."

Tyrion looked at the little squire who was wearing purple, white, and gold clothing and said, "Pod, which family's coat of arms did Bronn just talk about?"

At Tyrion's request, Pod recently pored over the Dornish heraldic genealogy.

He scratched his head and replied: "My lord is Martell, from the Martell family of Sunspear City."

Tyrion grinned: "Very good, you are not too stupid, although even my horse recognizes this crest."

He stared at his little attendant seriously and said: "If Bronn describes someone, you have to tell me which family's coat of arms it is. Pod, this is very important, don't let me down."

Podrick nervously couldn't hold Joffrey's flag firmly: "Yes...yes...yes!"

Tyrion turned his head, smiled secretly, coughed slightly, and said: "Brlon, continue, change."

After a pause, Sir Bronn's voice sounded: "There are a bunch of yellow balls on the purple flag."

"The yellow ball... is it a lemon? The lemon on the purple flag? This may be... the... Dart family of Lemon Grove." The little attendant's tone was full of uncertainty.

Tyrion carried Podrick on his back, his little shoulders trembling.

"Really? Are you sure?"

Pod asked Tyrion hopefully: "My lord, am I right?"

"Well, you're lucky. Bronn is next."