The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

The cold moonlight poured down, and Green's words were still gentle, as if the watery moonlight had been integrated into his voice.

However, for some reason... Margaery Tyrell suddenly felt a strange feeling that she shouldn't have come here tonight.

Her fingers slightly bent, and her slender fingers looked even paler in the moonlight, and her rosy lips slightly opened: "Duke Green, you are always so thoughtful, I will remember your advice."

Green's voice was particularly clear in this quiet moonlit night: "You are not only wise, but also good at listening. I have to praise you."

Because of the lioness's teasing tonight, Green still had some unabated anger at this time, and the little rose looked more charming in this hazy moonlight.

He raised his foot and stepped back, slightly widening the distance between the two.

"By the way, please forgive my presumption. Are you here... to see me?"

Coupled with the words, Green's retreat seemed natural, but Margaery, who was smart, still noticed a hint of abnormality.

She nodded gently: "I'm waiting for you."

Margaret took a small step forward, her skirt brushed the ground lightly, making a slight sound, and she got closer to Green.

"If you allow, I look forward to your other advice, a frank advice."

Little Rose's eyes were full of expectation. Green was silent for a moment, the moonlight sprinkled on his face, reflecting his inner entanglement.

Finally, he slowly said, "Miss Margaery, your request is not excessive. After all, we are family... What do you want to hear from me?"

"I want to know..."

Margaery approached Green again, her voice revealing a trace of unconcealable sadness: "Will the date of my wedding with King Joffrey... be changed?"

Green looked at the hopeful eyes in front of him, hesitated, sighed, and said in a low voice: "At least your wedding will not be held as scheduled."

Margaery's voice was uneasy: "Is there someone who is unwilling to bless my wedding with Joffrey?"

Seeing that he was silent, Margaery gently placed a hand on his chest, staring at him with wet eyes: "Is it King Joffrey, so you went to see him tonight, right?"

Green: "..."

"This is the frank advice I want to hear." Margaery's voice broke the brief silence between the two.

As she spoke, she tiptoed and kissed Green on the cheek gently, saying: "Can you tell me, kind knight?"

Green's chest rose and fell slowly, and he said: "Miss Margaery, are you in love with Joffrey?"

Margaery's eyes moved slightly, and she smiled reluctantly: "Duke Green, my marriage is a combination of my family and another family. I am Tyrell of Highgarden, and I must play my role well."

Green stepped back again, his eyes quickly glanced at the two maids who were quietly waiting not far away, and slowly said: "Lannister needs Tyrell's support, this is undoubtedly your consensus, but they themselves There are some differences between us, which can also be said to be my guess. "

Seeing that Green was obviously unwilling to tell the truth, she took the initiative to approach again. She stretched out her white hands, slowly pulled up one of his hands, gently held it, and said softly: "Is there anything I can know?"

"Charming lady, you make me nervous."

Green slowly took back the hand that was held by Margaery, paused for a while, and then continued: "...Maybe a small change is about to happen, but please rest assured that this will not affect the marriage between Tyrell and Lannister."

When his voice fell, Margaery's brown eyes trembled slightly.

After a long silence, she suddenly said: "Is it because Lord Tywin restricted King Joffrey's freedom?"

Then, her voice trembled slightly: "Are they going to..."

Looking at Margaery who was staring at him like a frightened deer, Green paused, and then nodded slowly.

Margaery opened her beautiful eyes wide, covered her mouth with her hands subconsciously, and murmured: "Gods..."

Green reached out and gently stroked Little Rose's silky hair, saying: "Whether this incident happens or not, Tyrell is the winner."

"The winner..."

Mumbling again, Margaery approached Green, and at this time... he could almost feel her warm breath.

"As a bridge between Tyrell and Lannister, what role will Crabbe play?"

Green frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and said: "It is also a beneficiary."

Margaery gently placed her hands on Green's chest, looked up at him, and said gently: "What exactly is it?"

Green looked at her quietly for a while, lowered his eyelids, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "It's late, you should go back and rest, Miss Margaery."

Even through the cold chain mail, Margaery's palm can still clearly feel the strong ups and downs in his chest, as if there is a certain emotion surging in it.

The corners of her lips curved slightly, like a blooming rose, and she said softly: "Perhaps, tonight I can know the answer I expect (Chapter 353)."

Her bright eyes stared at him tightly, and her slender hands slowly slid onto Green's broad shoulders: "I will abide by my and yours..."

Before Little Rose could say anything, the anger that Lord Green had been suppressing suddenly rose.

Margaery's beautiful eyes suddenly widened, and she suddenly passively tasted the sweetness of summer red, and it was Green who lowered her head and kissed her.

The two maids vaguely saw Margery and Green "entangled" together. They were slightly startled at first, then quickly looked at each other and nodded lightly to each other... The maids of the Rose family are well-trained, and they understand now. Begin to watch out for their young lady vigilantly.

Feeling the coldness of the chain armor on Green's body, Margaery secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She closed her eyes gently and responded slightly.

I don’t know how long it took, but Margery’s body suddenly stopped.

The long skirt under the cloak retreats to the waist.

After probing around, Green's hand was also stunned.

They opened their eyes almost at the same time, and then looked at each other at the same time, and the warm and sweet atmosphere seemed to be broken instantly.

"Thank you for your thoughtfulness."

Green withdrew his hand, and Margery's silk dress slid down her skin.

Margery closed her eyes again in "pain" and said in a small voice: "I have other reasons..."

Green and Margery separated their bodies, coughed slightly, thought for a moment, and said, "It's normal to be in a hurry occasionally."

His face dropped in embarrassment. Although he found a reasonable excuse for her, unfortunately, he guessed it right!

Since Joffrey was under house arrest by Lord Tywin in the throne room, Margaery selected a few of the Tyrells' best men and kept an eye on them.

Before taking a bath, Margaery received information that Green had disappeared near the throne room.

When she was about to finish washing, Margaery once again received information that Green's figure had reappeared and was heading to Meg Tower.

This made Margaery, who had a keen sense of smell, immediately notice something unusual.

The Red Castle looks calm on the surface, but there has always been an undercurrent.

Grandma is quietly planning for the benefit of Golden Rose, and Margery never wants anything unexpected to happen at this time.

Margaery had the impression that Green was a person with an extremely flexible tongue, so she decided to suddenly appear in front of him, hoping to find out information that she didn't know.

The time was indeed a little rushed, and she had to give up wearing the cumbersome high garden underwear.

In addition to the cloak she wore outside her skirt, it was considered normal going out clothing, but he didn't expect... an unexpected situation happened tonight, and he suddenly wanted her.

But...this accident also put out the "fire" of this accident very well.

Margaery couldn't help but let out a breath, maybe... the gods were blessing her in the dark.

Her sanity was gradually recovering, and the most important thing... Although Green Clay still respected Tyrell, it was only at this moment that she truly felt that the person in front of her was no longer the little boy from Crab Claw Peninsula. Noble.

Margaery straightened her slightly messy hair, but it was not a serious problem.

Although Duke Greene used Queen Cersei as an excuse to have a rather "ambiguous" attitude between Tyrell and Lannister, this was the confidence given to him by the Vale and the Crab Claw Peninsula.

Today, at the center of the Seven Kingdoms, Tyrell, Kleb and Lannister form an extremely delicate balance.

In the future, whoever wins Kleib's strong support will most likely become the owner of the Red Castle.

So, now that it’s over...

The little rose of Highgarden took the initiative to move forward, hugged Green's waist tightly, and buried her head deeply in his arms.

After a pause, her slightly crying voice slowly sounded: "I once had a similar dream, which I will cherish and treasure forever... I'm sorry... I am the daughter of the Duke of Highgarden... the whole The family has placed deep expectations... I'm sorry... I'm filled with fear... There's really not much I can do for you... But this time..."

She raised her head and looked at him with her beautiful eyes covered with mist. She slowly lifted her toes and said affectionately: "I'll kiss you properly, my knight."

Looking at this alluring rose in front of him, the great Lord Green suddenly felt that tonight was too long.

.........Separation of lips.

Before parting, Green said to the reluctant little Rose: "Tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow at the latest, if you take His Highness Tommen to play in the Red Castle for a while, maybe something good that you didn't expect will happen in the future."

…………

Green had changed back into the clothes that showed his status as a duke and was heading to the gate of the Red Castle.

On the way, he looked at An Gai, who was always hesitant to speak, and said in a gentle tone: "Is something wrong, my loyal warrior?"

Ange scratched his cheek in embarrassment, then approached his lord and whispered in a low voice: "Sir, recently... a women's hospital in King's Landing is very popular. It is said that the women there can dress up as any woman."

Green's eyebrows were slightly raised, and he said slightly doubtfully: "Any woman?"

An Gai glanced around furtively and lowered his voice: "Blonde hair, green eyes, the most popular woman there calls herself 'Less Lioness', and there is another one who calls herself 'Less Little Lioness', Hey hey hey.”

When Green heard the terms "Lioness" and "Little Lioness", he immediately thought of Lannister. Is it so direct?

Green thought for a moment and said: "Angai, after leaving the Red Castle, you go directly to Leiden. You also go together. You go and find out carefully whether the women's branch has any connection with the Dornish people."

An Gai was stunned for a while, seemingly digesting the lord's order.

But soon, he came back to his senses, straightened his back, and solemnly replied: "As you command, my lord."

The next day, Prime Minister Tower.

Knock, knock, knock, Adam Malbrand raised his hand and knocked on the door gently. After hearing the response from inside, he opened the door and entered.

Sir Adam stood in front of the large table, put his right hand on his chest, and said respectfully: "Good day, Lord Kevan."

Kevan Lannister nodded slightly, without stopping the quill in his hand, and said: "Good day, I'm sorry, please wait for me."

Ser Adam stood quietly aside. After a while, Lord Kevan stopped his movements and put the quill aside.

He raised his hand, pointed to the empty chair in front of the table, and said, "Please sit down, Sir."

He quickly and carefully checked the written content again, and after confirming that it was correct, he rolled up the parchment and put it away.

Earl Kevan then stood up from his chair, walked steadily to the wine cabinet, picked up the exquisite wine bottle, and slowly poured two glasses of wine.

"Adam, you should know that I am about to go on a mission to Sunspear City."

"Yes, I heard."

Lord Kevan returned to the table with two wine glasses and pushed one of them to Ser Adam.

"I am going to Sunspear on behalf of Lannister, Tyrell and Kleb. I am not worried about whether this negotiation will go smoothly."

He sat down, leaned back in the chair, stayed silent for a while, and then slowly said: "The only other thing that worries me is who will be responsible for Lord Tywin's safety during my absence. And who can do this well?”

After a pause, Sir Kevan took a sip of wine, looked at Adam, and said, "I recommended you to Lord Tywin, and you will be solely responsible for his protection."

Putting down the wine glass, Sir Adam immediately stood up, bowed deeply, and solemnly said: "Thank you Lord Tywin and your trust."

Earl Kevan raised his hand and pressed it, motioning Adam to sit down, and said: "In the meantime, you will temporarily leave the affairs of the golden robe to the adjutant. I hope you can serve Lord Tywin wholeheartedly."

"As you command, Lord Kevan."

"besides………"

Don't respect him as a king...

He is a child who needs strict supervision from adults...

Only in this way will he not dare to act willfully...

Sir Kevan briefly recalled Tyrion's previous advice and continued: "You also know that Joffrey once pushed Robert Arryn down. If Lord Tywin meets Joffrey, you will You must first ensure Lord Tywin’s safety. You must ignore all Joffrey’s unreasonable demands and put Lord Tywin’s safety first.”