The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

"One month..."

After muttering, the Duke of Mace sighed slightly: "It seems that the relationship between Lannister and Martell will be difficult to ease."

Green nodded and said: "Prime Minister Tywin, we cannot guess what the Ironborn will do under the leadership of Euron. My suggestion is to try to stabilize the Dornish people before ending the war in the Riverlands."

Duke Mace glanced at Greene, who had a serious look in his eyes, paused, turned his gaze to Duke Tywin, and said, "How about sending an envoy to talk to Prince Doran about a marriage?"

Green knew that Duke Metz's proposal was not well-intentioned, so he pursed his lips and pretended to be thoughtful.

Duke Tywin looked at the inflatable fish coldly and said: "In order to show justice, I publicly tried Tyrion and sentenced him to death. Jaime secretly let the prisoner go. I not only expelled him from King's Landing, but also ordered him to die." He must use his brother's head to atone for his sins. Now, should I send my granddaughter to Sunspear to be humiliated?"

His cold green eyes moved slightly: "Duke Greene, have I fulfilled my responsibilities as the Prime Minister?"

Glancing at Duke Mace who was secretly pouting, Green looked at each other for a while and said, "Prime Minister Tywin, do you need Kleb and Tyrell to serve you?"

Hearing Green's rhetorical question, the old lion couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly. The two looked at each other for a while and said, "The territory of Salt Farm Town belongs to Clayber."

Saltworks Town is a trading port in the Riverlands, located on the north shore of the Trident River where it flows into Crab Bay, adjacent to the Vale.

His eyes turned to Duke Metz: "The territory of Stone Hall Town belongs to Tyrell."

To the west of Stonehall is the Westmarch and to the south is the Reach, where the Battle of the Bells during the Usurper's War began.

After a slight pause, he said unhurriedly: "I hope that the Lannister, Tyrell and Crabb families can work together to quell the anger of the Dornish people because of the loss of Prince Oberyn."

After finishing speaking, his sharp eyes slowly swept across Duke Green and Duke Metz, and then said: "And this matter must be properly resolved within a month."

At this time, the Duke of Metz's original serious face could no longer hold down the upturned corners of his lips, and he seemed to be secretly rejoicing. When he heard Green's light cough, he realized and touched his face deeply. Touching his beard, he said: "Let's declare war directly with Martell."

Green chuckled and said: "Duke Metz, that is the last resort. Although we can understand the grief of the Dornish people because of the loss of Prince Oberyn, however... we cannot condone them too much, After all, this is ultimately about the inviolable majesty of the Iron Throne.”

"Very good, we have reached a preliminary agreement."

Lord Tywin knocked on the armrest of the chair and continued: "I want to hear what you think."

Green glanced at Duke Mace and said slowly: "Prime Minister Tywin, the incident of Prince Oberyn's death at King's Landing has attracted the attention of seven countries. We took the initiative to send envoys to actively ease the conflict. This must be seen by everyone. As for the choice of envoy..."

After pondering for a while, he continued: "Your brother, the Minister of Justice, and Earl Kevan will go to Sunspear City as the negotiator representing the Kleb family, the Tyrell family, and the Lannister family. This may be able to convince many people. The benefactor and others saw the sincerity shown by the Red Fort."

The Duke of Metz stroked his beard, his eyes moved, and said: "I have carefully considered it, and it is true... There is no more suitable candidate than Count Kevan, um... In addition, we must prepare A gift that fully expresses your sincerity.”

Green nodded slightly: "Yes, this 'gift' is very important. It is related to our final decision, whether we want war or peace."

After a moment of silence, Duke Tywin said: "Let's take Blackport City as a gift to Prince Doran."

Blackport City is the residence of the Dondarrion family. It is located in the north of the Crimson Mountains. It is one of the important military strongholds in the Stormlands to prevent Dorne from invading the north.

Green's brown eyes moved slightly. It turned out that this was the purpose of allocating the two pieces of land in the River Land to Kleb and Tyrell in the beginning... A strategy that kills many birds with one stone. The old lion is not only trying to solve the problem of Dorne. problem, and we have to plant nails in the southern border.

After a moment of silence, Duke Mace frowned and said: "If the Dornish people get Blackport City, they can launch an invasion of Stormland from land at any time, not to mention... The Dondarrion family in Blackport City is Stormland. It is an ancient and influential family in the land, and other storm land nobles will definitely feel deeply uneasy and worried about this."

"As Hand, I will listen to every voice of the Stormlands nobles, and promise not to pursue their past decisions of surrendering to Renly or Stannis."

Duke Tywin slowly leaned back in his chair and continued: "If Prince Doran uses the gift from the Red Keep to undermine the peace and stability of the kingdom, then I will summon the entire army in the name of the king."

The Duke of Metz opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something more, but in the end he said no more.

After a pause, Green's calm voice sounded: "How about adding another seat to the Royal Council. I think the Dornish people are still looking forward to returning to the center of the Seven Kingdoms and participating in the affairs of the kingdom."

Duke Tywin tapped his chin, picked up a piece of parchment from the small round table next to him, then slowly glanced at Duke Greene and Duke Mace, and said: "Since we have reached a consensus, then, I I hope you can sign your name on this document, and it will be taken to Sunspear City by the negotiator from the Red Keep."

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In the afternoon, his mother brought him the news of Wolf Runner's death, which made Joffrey very happy and extremely happy.

All traitors should die!

Joffrey stood up staggeringly, making a "click" sound, and he expertly loaded the arrow.

The crossbow in his hand was aimed at the roaring lion flag with the lion's head stabbed on the wall, and Joffrey's lips pursed slightly.

It's a pity that Running Wolf's body was taken away by the fleeing rebels... With a whoosh, the crossbow arrow fired by Joffrey nailed the lion of the flag straight, and the arrow body was still trembling slightly.

Stomp, tap, tap, rhythmic footsteps from far to near, Sir Mandon Moore, in silver armor and white robes, walked steadily over holding an exquisite golden wine flask.

Joffrey sat back on the steps, slowly sat back on the steps, raised his head, and said arrogantly: "Why is it you, Ser Boros (appointed by Jaime as the acting king to taste every food? Where did the non-poisonous Kingsguard (Chapter 331) go?”

Ser Mandon placed the wine bottle next to Joffrey and said expressionlessly: "He happened to have some business to deal with, and I happened to have some free time, so I came here in his place, Your Majesty."

After a short pause, Joffrey suddenly chuckled: "What's the big deal? He must have diarrhea again, that dirty fool."

Sir Manden's voice was still emotionless: "Your Majesty, Sir Boros left here temporarily to taste delicious food."

Joffrey sneered mockingly: "He eats almost the same food as a king every day. What other food can attract that stupid fat pig?"

After a moment of silence, Sir Mandon's light gray eyes moved slightly, glanced at Joffrey, and said: "He heard that tonight's prime minister's banquet has many delicacies that are not commonly seen on weekdays."

After Ser Mandon finished speaking, Joffrey couldn't help but be startled and said: "Prime Minister's Banquet? You mean Tywin held a banquet?"

Sir Mandon paused and opened his thin lips slightly: "All the nobles in King's Landing are gathered at the Prime Minister's Tower at this moment, where they celebrate the death of Robb Stark."

After listening, Joffrey frowned tightly and said angrily, "Why didn't I know about this... Did they regard the death of Running Wolf as a victory for Tywin? How could they do this? I That’s the king!”

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "I am the real king, and they should celebrate me wholeheartedly. Those people are all traitors, unforgivable traitors!"

Ser Mandon looked at Joffrey in silence for a while, who was panting because of anger, and then said: "You have been recuperating recently due to physical discomfort. This is what the Royal Council informed them."

Hearing this, Joffrey stood up suddenly and shouted emotionally: "Go and call Lord Tywin over here immediately!"

Seeing Ser Mandon standing motionless, Joffrey held the handle of the "Lion's Tooth" sword tightly, his handsome face twisted, and he shouted angrily: "I am the king, this is an order, you must Gotta do it!”

There was an oppressive silence, the only sound that could be heard was Joffrey's heavy breathing.

Sir Mandon slowly walked down a few steps, then stood firmly, then turned around and saluted: "Your Majesty, I can naturally convey your order, but I have an obligation to remind you, Such a move is likely to arouse the displeasure of the Prime Minister, which may lead to some unknown consequences. "

A look of fear flashed across Joffrey's face with a bit of arrogance, and then he said loudly: "I am the king, I will not be afraid that he will be unhappy, and... you cowardly Kingsguards, I will definitely find an opportunity to punish you severely."

"According to the laws of the kingdom, the Kingsguard are quietly waiting for you to come of age, Your Majesty the King." Ser Mandon responded calmly.

"They're all excuses! Everyone except me is afraid of Tywin Lannister!"

After shouting, Joffrey's chest rose and fell several times, and he suddenly said: "Why hasn't Duke Green come to see me yet?"

Sir Mandon stared at the king with a pair of dead fish eyes and said: "The order you gave is to meet Duke Greene without the Prime Minister's eyes (Chapter 365). I have been waiting for a suitable one..."

Before Ser Mandon could finish speaking, Joffrey interrupted impatiently: "That's enough, don't be nagging, please arrange this matter for me as soon as possible!"

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A strong wind blew from the east, and the flags lined up on the city wall were blown up and flying, making a roaring sound.

Davos Seaworth smelled the salt in the air, the smell of the sea, his favorite smell.

For a moment, all he wanted to do was to step onto the deck again, raise the sails, sail south, find Maria (Davos's wife), and hold her tightly in his arms.

Davos raised his eyes and stared at the city wall. Thousands of ferocious stone beasts had replaced the battlements, looking down at him. Each one was different: a wyvern, a gryphon, a demon, a manticore, a minotaur, a stone lizard, Hellhounds, cockatrices, and a thousand other weirder monsters all emerged from the top of the city, as if they all grew up here.

But Dragonstone has the most dragons. The main hall is a dragon lying on the ground, and people enter through its open mouth; the kitchen is a curled-up dragon, and the smoke and steam emitted from the oven come from its nostrils. The towers are dragons occupying the city or about to fly; the dragons on the Flying Dragon Tower scream and defy everything, and the dragons on the Sea Dragon Tower calmly stare at the waves of the outer sea.

Smaller dragons decorate the doorway frames, dragon claws protruding from the walls serve as torch holders, huge stone wings contain the smithy and armory, and dragon tails form arches, bridges and outdoor staircases.

Davos walked towards Aegon's Garden. He had heard that Valyrian wizards did not carve with their own hands like stonemasons, but used fire and magic to shape them, just like a potter shaping clay objects.

Could it be that the stone dragons everywhere on Dragonstone are real dragons that have been petrified? If the red-robed Jurchen could resurrect them, the rooms, stairs, furniture... the castle would collapse immediately. Davos felt that they all had to go first. Meet a stranger.

His "god" will not harm his blood relatives...

With complicated thoughts, Davos came to the Sea Dragon Tower, climbed the stairs, and prepared to go to the maester's study under the crow's nest.

Earl Davos opened the door and heard the gentle voice of Maester Pylos: "Welcome, Prime Minister."

After closing the door, Davos paused and said, "Actually, I'm more suitable to be a captain."

"You are an excellent captain..."

Maester Pylos smiled slightly: "The captain rules his ship, doesn't he? He must conquer the elusive water, raise the canvas to catch the wind direction, beware of changes in the sky at any time, and withstand the invasion when the storm comes. Therefore, the captain's responsibility Very similar to the role of Prime Minister, Prime Minister Davos."

Davos knew Maester Pylos had good intentions, but they sounded hollow to him.

He found a chair and sat down at random, and said in a tired voice: "It's different, the kingdom is not equal to a ship... In fact, this is a good thing, otherwise our kingdom will sink. I understand wood, ropes and sea water , that’s true…but how will it help the situation in the kingdom? Where can I find a strong wind to blow King Stannis to the Iron Throne?”

Maester Pyros laughed and said: "You are right, Lord Hand. Words are like the wind, and you blew me with your insight. I think King Stannis understands what he needs you to do."