The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

After a scream broke the quiet morning, the Northerners drew their swords again, and the Twins became a hell on earth.

It is rumored that the Northern lords carried Robb's body away from the Twins and headed north.

It is rumored that one of the survivors of the Frey family, Emmon Frey, was encouraged by his wife, Genna Lannister, to claim the title of Lord of the Twins.

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"Everything is as you wish. A small stone (Chapter 356) changed the situation in the riverlands." Sir Kevan bowed deeply to his brother.

Lord Tywin's eyes did not leave the map on the table: "Is there any specific whereabouts of Brynden Tully?"

Sir Kevan shook his head: "After leaving the Twins, he seemed to have suddenly disappeared."

He came to the map, lowered his head and pondered for a while, and then said: "I guess he is heading to Riverrun."

After a pause, Lord Tywin's majestic voice sounded: "Kevan, announce to the lords of the Seven Kingdoms that Tully Stark trampled on the rights of guests at the wedding banquet in the Twins, and in the name of the king and the Council, deprive Brynden Tully and the Tully family of all rights to Riverrun and the Riverlands. "

Sir Kevan nodded and accepted the order: "I think it won't be long before the lords of the riverlands will kneel to the Red Castle."

"The next thing is that you go to see Archbishop Olidor..."

Lord Tywin tapped the table with his fingers a few times and continued: "Let him write a letter to Lord Eddard of Winterfell in the name of the Church of the Seven Gods, denouncing the despicable and cruel behavior of his eldest son and heir."

Hearing this, Sir Kevan seemed to have foreseen the day when Lannister would quell the war in the Seven Kingdoms: "I will hint to Archbishop Olidor that if he succeeds in this matter, you will support his High Bishop Election. "

Lord Tywin tapped his chin lightly, paused, and swept his eyes across the riverlands on the map: "Vargo Hoat's garrison in Harrenhal is less than a thousand warriors (Chapter 349)... As long as we send troops, they will not defend to the death."

As he said, he looked up at his brother: "Kevan, in the name of the king and the Royal Council, I enthrone you as the Earl of Harrenhal and the Governor of the Trident River Basin."

Sir Kevan opened his mouth: "This..."

Lord Tywin stood up straight, with his hands behind his back, and said: "According to Gina's suggestion, let Lancel marry Arielle Frey. "

He looked at his brother: "Kevan, your mission is to let the Lannister family gain the right to rule the riverlands."

Sir Kevan's chest rose and fell slowly, and he saluted: "Lord Tywin, I will not let you down."

Lord Tywin nodded slightly, then he turned his eyes back to the map, paused, and suddenly said: "Is Joffrey in class?"

Sir Kevan spread his hands: "I sent more people yesterday, and he can finally stay well."

Lord Tywin's voice was slightly cold: "Keep him quiet before the wedding."

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Maegor Tower Hall.

"Bring them in." Queen Cersei, who was sitting high, was wearing a dark green long dress. She raised her hand to signal, with an expectant look on her face.

After a while, two ragged figures who seemed to have not bathed for several years appeared and knelt down to salute.

At the order of Sir Osney, they opened the leather bags they brought.

Suddenly, a pungent smell of corruption emanated, and many guards standing by covered their mouths and vomited.

One of them reached into the bag and took out a gray-green head crawling with maggots.

Queen Cersei leaned forward, looked at it carefully, paused, and said coldly: "This is not the dwarf I want."

Another person loudly retorted: "Your Majesty, look, this is a dwarf, but his face is rotten and you can't see his appearance clearly."

"Fools, the little devil has no nose. You wasted my time and killed innocent people. I should have hanged you..."

If she really wanted their lives, even if she offered a generous reward, others would back off, which would make Tyrion run away. Therefore, it would be better to let the dwarfs' heads pile up like a mountain than to allow this to happen.

She waved her hand: "Forget it, get out. Ser Osfried, take them out."

This is the fifteenth head offered. Fortunately, today's is at least a dwarf's head, and the last one was just the head of an ugly child.

"Your Majesty, do you want to continue watching?"

"Of course, I look forward to the good news of the little devil's death every day."

The man who came was a Tyroshi, born short and fat, with a forked beard dyed green and pink. The flattering smile on his face reminded Queen Cersei of Varys.

"Your Majesty."

The Tyroshi bowed deeply: "You are as beautiful as the legend. Even on the other side of the narrow sea, your peerless style is still praised by people. It is an honor to serve you. I brought you your brother's head."

………One day in the future, when you are drowned in tears, your brother will strangle your pale neck and take your life………

When the Tyroshi said "brother", he used the ancient Valyrian vocabulary like the witch, which made her hair stand on end.

"The Imp is not my brother, not before, and not now."

Cersei looked at the wooden box brought by the Tyroshi again with expectation: "If it is really the Imp's head, I will make you an earl on the spot and reward you with castles and lands."

The lioness raised her chin slightly. The title is just a cheap thing. The riverlands, which have experienced a long-term war, are full of abandoned castles without owners. They stand desolately among the burned villages and overgrown fields.

A hint of pride flashed across her lips, but this kind of thing was enough to make everyone crazy for the little devil's head.

"Yes, sir."

The Tyroshi opened the box with a flashy and exaggerated gesture, and on the light blue velvet inside, there was a dwarf head with eyes wide open.

Queen Cersei looked at him for a long time, holding the armrest of the chair tightly, and said, "No, his eyes are both brown, while the little devil's eyes are one black and one green. And..."

The more she talked, the angrier she became: "He is bald and twice as old as the little devil!"

The Tyroshi seemed to shrink in front of the lioness's anger, moved his lips, and said, "This is a misunderstanding, an honest misunderstanding, the dwarves look too similar... By the way, Your Majesty, you see, he has no nose either!"

The lioness's eyes were burning with fire: "Of course he has no nose, because... you cut it off."

The Tyroshi's forehead was covered with sweat: "No, Your Majesty, it's definitely not..."

"No?"

Cersei said coldly: "At least you are not too stupid compared to the idiot just now... But since you owe the dwarf a nose, then, Lannister must pay back his debts, Ser Meryn!"

As she spoke, the Kingsguard, Ser Meryn Trant, walked out from behind.

"Cut off his nose, and then..."

Cersei's full breasts rose and fell several times because of her suppressed anger: "When I see the little devil's head, remember to remind me that you have locked him up in the dark cell."

"As you command." Ser Meryn dragged the protesting Tyroshi dwarf out roughly.

Leaning on the armrest of the chair, Cersei was silent for a while, and suddenly said: "Are there any letters from Ser Jaime?"

"Uh, I haven't received it yet."

After a pause, Ser Osney said respectfully: "Your Majesty, there are three people waiting outside. They said they brought the whereabouts of the little devil."

Cersei frowned slightly and said: "Let them in."

"The little devil is hiding in the women's branch of Storm's End. Many people have seen him. He makes a living by pleasing men with his mouth."

"I have seen him on a Braavos merchant ship. The sailors like his juggling."

"He pretends to be a ghost on the hill near the God's Eye Lake in the Riverlands, and he also Called himself a sparrow. "

After listening to the information given by the three people, Queen Cersei promised: "If you can guide the brave knights to capture the little devil, there will be a huge reward. Listen carefully, it must be the little devil himself, if it is not him..."

Her tone changed, and she reminded coldly: "My knights will not tolerate deception, nor will they tolerate the nonsense of idiots. If the information is wrong, they will cut off your tongue. "

After she finished speaking, the three hesitated, claiming that the little devil they saw might be another dwarf, and they insisted on confirming it before reporting.

After the guards took the people down, Cersei said angrily: "Are there so many dwarves in the world? Pour me some wine!"

"Not many, but there have been more recently, Your Majesty."

Ser Osney took the wine jug and walked over to pour the wine. He hesitated and comforted: "Don't worry, someone will always find the little devil, and once he is found, he will die."

At this time, a red-robed guard hurried to the hall: "Your Majesty, Duke Green wants to see you."

Queen Cersei snorted: "Take him to the small hall, I'll be there in a while."

Meg Tower Small Hall.

While pouring wine, Maid Mira whispered: "Ever since Ser Jaime suddenly left King's Landing, Queen Cersei has had nightmares almost every night."

Green picked up the full wine glass, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said: "Was it the same when Ser Jaime was imprisoned in Riverrun?"

Madame Mira recalled and said: "This has never happened before."

"Thank you." Green's fingers moved slightly, and a golden dragon slid into Maid Mira's collar.

After the maid left with a sweet smile, Green came to the window with a glass of wine and looked at the Maegor Tower Gardens with birds singing and flowers blooming.

After a long while, when Green was about to finish the wine in the glass, there was movement at the door.

After a pause, Green turned around, smiled, and stroked his chest and said, "Good day, Queen Cersei."

Then he heard Cersei's cold snort.

She was wearing a burgundy dress that exposed her shoulders and half of her breasts, a necklace with green light flashing on her delicate collarbone, and a larger emerald inlaid on the golden hairnet.

"Did you and Jaime agree to leave me together?"

Green looked at the lioness who was looking like she was going to blame him, smiled, and said, "I think Jaime left without saying goodbye to avoid the roar of Lord Tywin?"

"Cowardly man, when I know where he is, I will have someone send a skirt to him."

Green took one of Cersei's hands and asked her to sit down, saying, "The mercenaries in the Seven Kingdoms are all crazy about the 'lioness's bounty'."

"Humph, Jaime didn't even come to see me before he left."

The maids poured the wine and left at Cersei's signal.

She took a sip of summer red, raised her chin, and continued, "I have to clean up the trouble he caused."

Green shrugged and said, "He's lucky enough."

Shaking the wine glass, he said again, "Ser Jaime knows very well that you don't like Tyrion."

After taking another sip of wine, Cersei's eyes swept over Green's body, curled the corners of her lips, and said, "What's wrong with you recently? I'm not used to you not wearing armor."

Green spread his hands and said, "It's because I often meet Prime Minister Tywin and Duke Mace. When I'm with them, I'm like a guard, so I'm changing my original habits."

Cersei's skirt moved. She kicked off her gold-rimmed sandals, stretched out one foot, and gently placed it on Green's knee.

"You really need to get used to it. I mean me, dear Green."

Green lowered his eyes and said helplessly: "I'm really honored."

Faced with the temptation of the lioness, he had to take the initiative to explain: "If the war continues for too long, the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms will lose confidence in Joffrey's Iron Throne..."

After a pause, he reached out and grabbed Cersei's erratic foot, and continued: "So, we have a responsibility to let them see the hope of peace."

Cersei glanced sideways at Green: "My dear, you are actually here for Crab Island. I remember that you have been thinking about that place a long time ago."

"Your eyes are so bright that nothing can be hidden from you, Your Majesty Cersei."

Cersei proudly put her feet back under her skirt, paused, stood up, walked back and forth a few steps, and suddenly said: "I want to negotiate with the old lion. The throne room has now become Joffrey's cell. I want to rescue him." son."

"King Joffrey has a strong character, while Prime Minister Tywin is... stubborn."

Green rubbed his head: "That dinner party (Chapter 358) may have frightened Prime Minister Tywin."

Cersei said contemptuously: "This cannot be the reason for the old lion to imprison Joffrey. Hum, he is becoming more and more cowardly as he gets older."

Green frowned and said, "When it's time for the wedding, I think Prime Minister Tywin has no reason to continue to restrict King Joffrey's freedom."

"wedding………"

Margaery's cunning face flashed through her mind, and Cersei gritted her teeth and said, "If that's the case, Joffrey will think that Tyrell saved him, and will only trust them more instead of Lannister in the future. "

Green pondered for a moment and said: "You are wise to worry about this. I support you to talk to Prime Minister Tywin, because this is related to the interests of Lannister. If things don't go well..."

He stood up and came to Cersei, lowered his voice slightly, and continued: "Maybe we can let King Joffrey pretend to be sick so that Prime Minister Tywin has to back down."

"Pretending to be sick?" Cersei's clear blue eyes lit up.

Green nodded: "You can ask Pycelle for help with this kind of thing..."

Before he finished speaking, he shook his head and said in denial: "No, he is too timid, and it is easy for Prime Minister Tywin to notice the abnormality."