The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Boom!

The taut bowstring was suddenly released, Margaery was visibly startled, and her hands couldn't help but cover her chest.

"No arrows."

Seeing Margaery still looking frightened, Joffrey smiled strangely, and a strange excitement flashed in his eyes.

Of course she knew he was free...

Moreover, she was not only the king's fiancée, but she was also survived by the Tyrell family, one of the seven nobles. She could not imagine the reason why the king would hurt her.

But...a pair of frightened elk eyes lightly glanced at Joffrey's face at this time. She was doubting her own judgment, or she had already begun to doubt it.

Her little face looked a little pale, and there was a slight tremor of fright in her voice: "My king, you want to see me."

Joffrey was satisfied with Margaery's fear, and the smile on his face remained unchanged: "Tomorrow, I want to take you out hunting..."

As he spoke, he... clicked and re-cocked the crossbow string in his hand.

He glanced at Margaery's lower abdomen: "I'm telling you in advance to ensure that you are prepared for everything you need."

There was a click, and Little Rose's brown eyes trembled. She saw Joffrey place a crossbow arrow in the arrow slot.

Margaery stood respectfully in front of Joffrey, her fingers slightly bent, and said: "You are very thoughtful. Thank you for your considerate arrangements, His Majesty the King."

"very good."

Joffrey placed the crossbow on his left knee as if unintentionally, but as the calf shook up and down, the arrow pointed at Margaery also moved up and down.

From above her lower abdomen to below her lower abdomen, Margaery felt an invisible sharp force sweeping across her body. She didn't show it on her face, but her heart was beating fast, and a strong sense of fear came over her.

That's right, he was actually considering whether to kill her or not? Is he crazy?

The arrow on the crossbow shone coldly in the sunlight shining through the narrow window. There was no time to be surprised or to think about the reason. Margaery could only force herself to stay calm. She must at least get through the difficulties in front of her first.

Joffrey suddenly smiled, stared at his fiancée, and said, "Miss Margaery, are you still comfortable in Maiden House?"

Margery lowered her eyes slightly and replied softly: "Thank you for your concern. I like it there very much..."

She glanced up at Joffrey shyly: "I have been very happy every day since I came here. This is an experience I have never had before, Your Majesty."

"Like... happy... experience..."

After muttering, Joffrey's handsome face twisted and he looked directly at Margaery: "Did you live happily every day when you lived in Renly's military camp?"

Hearing Joffrey's dangerous question, Little Rose of Highgarden secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Not very happy."

The hem of her skirt swayed slightly, and Margaery moved in the direction of Joffrey. She also looked directly at Joffrey: "Your Majesty, everyone knows that the military camp is not suitable for women."

When Margaery paused two or three steps away, Joffrey stopped shaking his legs. He stared at her motionless and said in a cold voice, "Where is the bed of that traitor Renly?"

Seeing that Margaery's expression became stiff, Joffrey shook his calves a few more times and said, "Is that place suitable for women?"

After a pause, he raised the corners of his mouth: "Huh? Why don't you answer me?"

Margaery's wet eyes glanced at the crossbow arrow pointed in the direction of her heart. There was a look of hesitation on her face at first, and then she said with a slightly sad tone: "Your Majesty the King, I am fulfilling my responsibility as a wife."

Joffrey playfully looked up and down at his fiancée, who was hiding her sadness: "I'm curious, what is your responsibility towards that traitor Renly?"

Margaery breathed softly, straightened her waist, and said: "Any wife has the same responsibility towards her husband, which is to give birth to a child with their bloodline for him."

Joffrey's finger caressed the position of the crossbow trigger and said, "Then why didn't you do it?"

Margaery's rose-colored lips trembled: "I...I...it's not very good to talk about the secrets of a deceased person..."

Joffrey's voice was full of threats: "Are you telling me that you are sympathizing with a traitor? Is it because his throat was cut by an assassin?"

"no."

Margery shook her head firmly, and then... hesitation appeared on her face again.

"Please forgive me, I don't quite understand the subtle language of the court. I don't know how to express it...Renly..."

Under Joffrey's gaze, she spoke awkwardly: "He...I feel like he doesn't seem to be interested in women..."

Hearing this, Joffrey took his finger off the crossbow's trigger and said coldly: "Why do you think that?"

Seeing this, the corners of Margaery's lips curved slightly, and while maintaining the embarrassment on her face, she approached: "Every time... I want to fulfill... my responsibilities as a wife... he... he every time There is always a reason to leave the bed..."

"There are still many combat meetings..."

Walking up the steps under the Iron Throne, she gently sat down next to the boy who "played" the mature king: "During the day, he will praise me in front of everyone, but at night... he will ignore me... I really don't know How...to do..."

After a pause, she lowered her blushing face and repeatedly drew small circles on the steps with her index finger while saying: "Only once... that night he was so drunk that he proposed... proposed..."

She seemed to be recalling unpleasant memories: "He wants to leave...it hurts...but the part where you can't conceive a child..."

The corners of her eyes were red: "After I refused... I was shaken. I felt that I had failed my grandmother's teachings, but... I really... I didn't dare to mention this kind of thing to my family..."

She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and whispered: "Your Majesty, I should take the initiative to be honest with you..."

"unnecessary."

Joffrey snorted coldly and said contemptuously: "I know Renly is a pervert."

Margaery was stunned for a moment, and she stretched out a hand movedly and put it on Joffrey's arm: "Thank you for your kindness, my king."

"His death was the punishment for his fall."

After saying that, Joffrey picked up the crossbow, took a rough aim, and then pulled the trigger.

With a whoosh, the crossbow arrow flew in the direction of the long table of the Imperial Council, and finally nailed the back of the Prime Minister's chair.

"Oh... so far... your shooting skills are really excellent..."

Joffrey stared at his fiancée who was fascinated by him proudly for a while and said, "Do you want to give it a try?"

"Really?"

Margaery stretched out her finger and lightly touched the crossbow in Joffrey's hand. She opened her mouth and said, "But my father never allowed me to touch these things..."

Joffrey walked down the stairs, turned around and looked at his fiancée, raised his head and said arrogantly: "You no longer belong to him."

He cocked the bow, loaded the arrow, and raised the crossbow. A reserved smile appeared on his handsome face: "Here, let's try it."

At this time, the elegant Joffrey... also made Margaery feel fear in her heart.

Under the steps of the Iron Throne, there were only the girl who was eager to try and the boy who encouraged her.

Margaery rubbed her hands nervously, first looked at Joffrey, and when he nodded, she solemnly stretched out her hands.

"so."

Joffrey stood behind and held Margaery in his arms, helping her adjust her posture, and the direction of Meow... was still the direction of the long table of royal members.

In Joffrey's arms, Margaery's face turned red due to nervousness and excitement. Only then did she realize that...the arrow Joffrey had shot before was actually stuck in the back of the Prime Minister's chair, which made her Her beautiful eyes trembled slightly.

At this moment, the target that Joffrey helped her aim at was the second seat at the long table of the Royal Council - the chair of the Minister of Justice.

They stood in silence, with only the sound of each other's breathing in their ears.

Margery's finger reached for the trigger, her red lips parted slightly: "As long as I press it, the thing on the other end will die...right?"

Joffrey nodded excitedly, and she murmured: "This is your power, the power to punish, and it is your responsibility."

Joffrey lowered his eyes and stared at Margaery's silky brown hair for a while, and said: "Yes, it is my responsibility."

Margarina felt Joffrey's breathing become heavier. She looked at the direction where he was aiming and smiled slightly: "Because... you are the king."

Joffrey's voice couldn't conceal the joy: "Yes, I am the king."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "whoosh" sound, and the arrow he shot hit the target.

The crossbow returned to Joffrey's hand. Margaery couldn't help but step forward to observe. After seeing clearly, she exclaimed in disbelief: "O gods!"

Looking at the little rose who wanted to jump up to celebrate, Joffrey smiled with satisfaction.

After a pause, Margaery turned around, her green skirt swinging around her hips.

"Your Majesty the King."

Margaery's voice was still filled with excitement. She approached like a trot, and then... stretched out her hands and hugged the back of Joffrey's neck.

There was a seductive flush on her little face: "Will you allow me... to be a hunter with you?"

Joffrey's chest and abdomen rose and fell slowly. He looked at the charming little rose and nodded.

"Thank you for giving me..."

Picking up on her toes, Margaery tapped Joffrey on the cheek and said gratefully: "This will give me the opportunity to truly fulfill my duties as a wife, my king."

Joffrey's lips pursed, "You won't have to wait long."

Taking two steps back, Margaery bowed respectfully: "I will look forward to my first night very much, dear king."

Throwing away the crossbow, Joffrey slightly bent his right arm: "I can take you to ride a horse, or continue to teach you archery."

Margaery took Joffrey's arm and said, "I will obey your arrangements, Your Majesty."

Not long after they left, Sandor Clegane appeared in the throne room. He patrolled skillfully and soon discovered two chairs with an extra arrow in them.

He looked at the scars left by recent repairs, then reached out and pulled out the arrow nailed to the back of the chair.

Then, leave silently.

Near the training ground, Margaery was looking sweetly at Joffrey, who was choosing a horse not far away. After a pause, she whispered to the maid beside her, Ello Tyrell: "Help me go there. Find out where Queen Cersei was when King Joffrey went to change his clothes, or who he saw."

Then, she looked at the maid on the other side, Meg Tyrell, and ordered: "Tell Lady Olenna for me that I request to meet with her alone tonight."

…………

Two days later.

In the Prime Minister's study in the Prime Minister's Tower, the three Dukes of King's Landing, Sir Kevan and Earl Matus Rowan stood around a long table covered with a map of Blackwater Bay, discussing maritime defense.

The day before yesterday, the Reach and Redwin family fleets, consisting of more than 100 warships, arrived at the Blackwater River dock in a mighty manner.

[Redwyne is the birth family of the Queen of Thorns. They have always provided maritime protection for the Reach, and their strength can rival the royal fleet or the iron fleet during the time of Robert I]

Lord Tywin met with Duke Metz very soon. The next day, the Prime Minister announced in the name of the King that the Duke of Metz was appointed as the Minister of Justice of the Royal Council, the former Minister of Justice, Sir Kevan, was appointed as the Minister of Finance of the Royal Council, and Count Matus (his wife was Bethany Redwine) ) serves as Lord Chancellor of the Sea in the Royal Council.

Green stretched out his finger and drew a rough circle on the top of the map, and said thoughtfully: "The Dornish fleet may suddenly appear here at any time, and may directly attack the royal fleet."

After a period of silence, Count Matus looked up from the map and said, "Duke Greene, have you obtained information about Dorne?"

Green shook his head slightly: "I only saw the fire of hatred of the Dornish people."

Then, he raised his eyebrows slightly: "Count Matus, can the royal fleet cope with the raid of the Dornish fleet?"

Count Matus paused and said: "If there is no defense, the best result is... to prevent the Dornish fleet from entering the Blackwater River."

The Duke of Metz suddenly said: "Perhaps, we can use a large iron chain to block the entrance of Blackwater Bay to the Blackwater River just like the last Battle of King's Landing."

Green nodded and said: "This is indeed a dock that can protect the Blackwater River."

Count Matus frowned and said: "In that case, merchant ships with slightly larger tonnage will not be able to enter the Blackwater River."

The Duke of Metz touched his beard and said: "As long as the war continues, we cannot avoid losses. If the cunning Dornish people secretly enter the Blackwater River, our losses will only be even greater."

Duke Tywin's majestic voice sounded: "Prince Doran will not send troops."

Everyone looked over, and he continued: "The addition of Redwin's fleet is enough to protect the safety of Blackwater Bay."

Green glanced at the dazed Duke of Mace and said, "Prime Minister Tywin, did the Dornish people reply so quickly?"

Lord Tywin stared at the map with his hands behind his back for a while and said, "I will not give them an excuse to start a war."

Green was silent for a moment, looked at Sir Kevan with a heavy look, and said, "Please forgive my presumption, have you set a time for the trial?"

With his golden green eyes slightly moving, Duke Tywin and Green looked at each other for a while and said: "Duke Green, I am the Prime Minister of the Seven Kingdoms."

He glanced at the people present and said: "The war in the seven countries must be quelled as soon as possible. This is my responsibility."

Duke Mace frowned and thought for a moment, then said: "Duke Tywin, if you want to calm down their anger, the price will never be small, and based on my understanding of the Dornish people..."

Dong-dong-dong, a knock on the door suddenly sounded.