The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

After walking a few steps, Duke Mace let out a long sigh: "He still allowed his son to kill a Prince of Dorne in the Women's Branch. Duke Tywin is really old."

He is not good at hiding his true emotions. Although he is feeling emotional, he is slightly gloating about his misfortune.

Green stood next to the Duke of Metz and looked in the direction of the Prime Minister's Tower. He smiled and said, "Do you believe that a man and a half can kill the red viper that is known to all seven countries?"

The Duke of Metz touched his beard and said: "It is no longer possible but it is a fact."

Green's brown eyes moved slightly, and he looked at Duke Mace, who couldn't keep his mouth shut, and said, "Congratulations on taking the lead in the Tyrell-Lannister Alliance. This is also true."

The Duke of Mace smiled heartily, his face full of pride, but he said: "I think with the strength of Lannister, we can quickly quell the war in the Riverlands."

Green shrugged and said: "I heard in the morning that the Messenger Crow with the order to mobilize troops has flown to the West. It is said that Duke Tywin's brother-in-law, Davon Lannister, has been training tens of thousands of new soldiers near the Golden Teeth City (actually two Wan Chutou, Chapter 302)."

The Duke of Metz said in surprise: "How do you know such a secret..."

As he spoke, he paused while stroking his beard and asked, "Did Lannister himself release the news?"

Green spread his hands and said, "You have such piercing eyes that I easily heard this information. I can't think of any other answer, Duke of Metz."

After a pause, Duke Mace commented calmly: "Duke Tywin still has some tricks."

"It can calm some people's hearts." He seemed to be regretful.

Green's lips curved slightly: "The Riverlands is the stage of the Lannister family after all. We can only be spectators for the time being."

Hearing this, Duke Mace was stunned at first, and then a smile spread on his face: "With Duke Tywin's ability, he really does not need the sympathy of others."

He looked into the distance, where... his daughter was cheering for her fiancé, and the little roses of Highgarden seemed to sparkle in the Red Keep.

The Duke of Metz stroked his beard happily: "In more than two years, King Joffrey will be able to take charge."

He added in his heart: At that time, his grandson might have been born, that is... the heir to the Iron Throne with Tyrell blood.

Not knowing what happened, Green saw Joffrey suddenly kick the hound, and the laughter and laughter there suddenly disappeared.

Then, he saw Margaery didn't know what to say, Joffrey immediately laughed, and the laughter quickly returned.

At this time, Green felt like an adult watching a child play.

Looking over there, Green put his hands behind his back and reminded: "Two years...three years...Duke of Metz, this may not be something that some people look forward to."

Duke Mace nodded solemnly and murmured: "Lannister..."

After a pause, he suddenly said: "Green, I heard that Kraibo Trading Company is purchasing a large amount of furs?"

Green said helplessly: "It has stopped temporarily. The price of furs has risen very quickly because of our actions."

Hearing this, the Duke of Metz slowly stroked his beard, as if he had already guessed it.

He reached out and patted Green's arm, and said: "Ask the people from the trading house to contact Tyrell's manager in King's Landing. As for the price...how much do you need?"

He felt... if it was just a few ships, there would be no need to talk about the golden dragon with Green.

Green spread his hands and said, "The more, the better."

The Duke of Metz nodded and did not ask why Green needed so many furs. He said directly: "Then trade at the lowest price and I will send someone to make arrangements."

"Thank you for your help."

After stroking his chest, Green added: "Duke Metz, I also hope... to increase the amount of food imported from the Reach to the Crab Claw Peninsula."

The Duke of Metz's eyes moved and he said: "You want to fight, Green?"

Green sighed slightly: "The war in the Riverlands is too close to the Crab Claw Peninsula. To be precise... I am just in case."

Duke Mace unconsciously lowered his voice slightly: "You don't think much of the Lannister army either."

Green also lowered his voice: "The Lannister cavalry was almost completely wiped out. At least for a period of time, the lion couldn't even catch the shadow of the running wolf."

After listening, the Duke of Metz pondered for a moment, and his eyes moved again: "No problem, this matter... I'll continue to leave it to Margaery, it will go more smoothly."

Green's eyes trembled slightly and he replied: "Thank you again for your help, Duke of Metz."

The Duke of Metz laughed and said, "Let's go and have something to eat."

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After performing an excellent crossbow shooting, Joffrey was sweating a lot and decided to go to the king's residence to change clothes, while Margaery returned to the Maiden's Chamber to rest with her group of maids.

Joffrey had just taken off his robe, and a waiter outside the room sang: "The Queen Regent - has arrived -"

The two waiters in the room quickly stood around and bent down to open the door to the room.

Seeing Cersei's figure appear, Joffrey, standing in front of the full-length mirror, casually called: "Mom."

Queen Cersei paused behind Joffrey and looked at her son. Joffrey had already surpassed her in size and was getting stronger. She nodded with satisfaction.

Taking the new robe from the waiter, Joffrey tilted his head slightly. He looked at Cersei behind him through the mirror and said, "Is something wrong, mother?"

"You look strong, my son."

After saying that, Cersei raised her hand to signal the others to leave, which made Joffrey frown, but he immediately reacted...Looking powerful?

Putting on a red velvet robe with gold trim, Joffrey stared at himself in the mirror, his voice filled with dissatisfaction: "Every arrow I shoot can penetrate the Scarecrow's neck. No one can beat me in archery." , Queen Lannister."

"Feel sorry……"

Cersei came over and helped Joffrey straighten his clothes and said, "What mother means is that you are very powerful. I have never seen a stronger lion than you."

Hearing this, Joffrey pursed his lips, looked in the mirror and raised his head.

Cersei smiled fondly, ran her fingers across the embroidery on Joffrey's shoulder, and suddenly said: "This flower... looks like a Tyrell rose..."

Her green eyes looked at her son: "Beautiful flowers are suitable for our king."

"What do you want to say?"

After saying that, he glanced at his smiling mother. Joffrey took off his robe, looked at the patterns on the clothes, and said, "Flowers, damn flowers."

"I told them I'm not allowed to have flowers on my clothes and they deserve to die."

Joffrey threw the robe at his feet, walked to the hanger, reached out and picked up a black robe without any embroidery.

Cersei lowered her eyes and saw Joffrey's footprints on the piece of clothing on the carpet.

She raised her lips and said, "It can also be used to make a bride's dress."

Joffrey glanced sideways at Cersei, who silently put on his robes again, a displeased look on his face.

Cersei's eyes moved slightly, and the change in Joffrey's expression did not escape her eyes...Osney's report was not wrong, and her son had begun to be confused by the scheming Tyrell woman.

Walking to the chair, Queen Cersei sat down gently and said, "Joffrey, what do you think of her? Do you enjoy getting along with her?"

Her slender fingers grasped the smooth armrest. Rose had laughed too much these days. It was the most piercing sound she had ever heard in the Red Keep.

Joffrey returned to the mirror, looked at it for a while, and asked impatiently: "Who is she?"

Her fingers tapped on the armrest, and Cersei's voice sounded: "The scantily clad Tyrell lady (referring to the highgarden armless dress Margaery wore)."

When she said the last few words, her voice deliberately had a long sound.

Joffrey frowned, and while arranging his clothes, he said: "She is an ideal wife, and her family can help me defeat those traitors as soon as possible..."

His face twisted: "Hang them, burn their castles, spread salt all over their farmland, and no one will dare to rebel again for a hundred years."

Sensing the anger in Joffrey's words, Cersei's smile froze and she said softly: "Your grandpa will soon destroy that despicable little wolf."

Joffrey adjusted his collar and snorted coldly.

After a while of silence, Cersei suddenly said: "She is an ideal wife, but what do you think of her?"

Joffrey glanced at his mother impatiently but said nothing.

After a pause, Cersei praised: "She is beautiful, she is smart, she is kind, she is generous."

Joffrey nodded slightly and said, "That's right."

Her son's reaction made the lioness scratch the handrail again, and she continued: "Don't you think it's interesting that she is concerned about the well-being of hundreds of thousands of people in King's Landing before she even arrives in King's Landing?"

Hearing this, Joffrey's voice showed obvious impatience: "I don't think so."

Cersei's smile became unnatural, and she said slowly: "Joffrey, mother wants to tell you that unusual things may threaten..."

Joffrey interrupted irritably: "Don't you think our conversation..."

He turned to look at his mother: "Is it too boring?"

Cersei stared at her son for a while. She stood up from the chair, approached him, and said, "There must be a hidden reason for the Tyrell woman to bribe those untouchables with bread."

She paused in front of Joffrey, looked up at her son, and continued: "There is a reason why she dresses like a slave girl, and there is a reason why she married a traitor like Renly. These are all yes……"

Joffrey looked at his mother coldly and said, "Margaery Tyrell married Renly Baratheon because of obedience. A smart woman should..."

There was a warning in his voice: "Obey."

Cersei's plumpness slowly rose and fell, and she said: "She can climb onto anyone's bed for power. I won't be wrong. Joffrey, don't believe your eyes, you should ask your heart... "

Joffrey coldly shook off Cersei's hand stretched out to him: "I know my king's heart very well."

Moving his steps, he left and said bitterly: "Queen Regent, if you are bored... go and urge your father to hang that damn running wolf as soon as possible."

Cersei's hand that stopped in mid-air clenched tightly for a while before taking it back.

Cersei did not see Joffrey's dissatisfaction with the Lannister army's defeat to the Starks in the Riverlands. She only saw her son who had been deceived by Margaery.

She had to do something, for her Joffrey.

After a while, Osney Kettleblack pushed open the door and saw Queen Cersei standing silently in front of the window. He respectfully called: "Your Majesty the Queen Mother."

Queen Cersei glanced sideways and waved.

Sir Osney's footsteps approached, Cersei looked out the window and said: "Osney, I hope you can win the favor of Margaery's maids, with your handsomeness and your good tongue."

Ser Osney grinned and said, "I heard they are all roses of Highgarden."

Cersei's eyes were like emeralds. She looked at Ser Osney and said, "I heard they would sleep with Margaery. They must know a lot of Margaery's secrets."

She curled her lips: "For example, her lover."

Ser Osney's face flashed with disbelief: "Your Majesty, before Lady Margaery arrived at King's Landing, it was rumored... rumored... they insisted..."

Cersei reached out and stroked Osney's cheek, saying, "Sometimes... you are so naive and cute, Ser."

Cersei glanced at Osney's rolling Adam's apple, curled her lips, and said, "Go, I'm waiting to reward you, my good knight."

After Ser Osney left, Cersei looked out the window again, where the sun was shining brightly, and a sneer flashed across her face.

Perhaps, it doesn't matter whether Margaery has a lover or not.

Cersei knew that noble ladies would not keep their virginity, because most of them were worn out when they practiced riding, not to mention the little rose of Highgarden who was said to have been riding since she learned to walk.

As long as there was an excuse for "verification", Margaery would not be able to prove her innocence no matter how cunning she was.

She must let Joffrey see Margaery's hypocrisy, and Joffrey would never tolerate being deceived.

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In the throne room, Joffrey's voice echoed: "Dog, let Margaery Tyrell come here to see me."

"Get out, everyone, no one is allowed to come in!"

"Dog, you get out too!"

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The thick wooden door of the throne room was pushed open by the gold robes, and Margaery walked in lightly.

Tap, tap, tap, walking in the empty corridor, Margaery could only hear her own footsteps. Suddenly, with a "clang", her body couldn't help but tremble. It was the sound of the door closing.

Margaery was wearing a green High Court dress, with her hands folded in front of her belly. As she walked with her waist held high, her long brown curly hair gently swayed on her white shoulders.

After a while, she first saw the hideous Iron Throne, and then... King Joffrey, who was sitting directly on the steps below.

As the distance got closer, she discovered the ornately decorated crossbow in Joffrey's hand.

Margaery's little face showed a faint smile, but her steps paused slightly, because... she saw that Joffrey's crossbow was aimed at her.

Margaery's elegant steps did not change. She stopped not far from Joffrey. She bowed lightly and said, "Your Majesty, I am honored to be summoned by you."