The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Qyburn calmly glanced at Sir Mandon, who was as motionless as a stone sculpture, and bowed respectfully, his voice as gentle as water: "Your Majesty, Miss Margaery may just be playing with your brother."

Joffrey chuckled: "Yes, my stupid brother only knows how to play..."

With that said, he stood up from the Iron Throne suddenly and said angrily: "Does everyone else just know how to have fun? My mother is indeed right, the Tyrell family is unreliable!"

Joffrey walked back and forth angrily for several steps, and shouted down: "You idiots, idiots! Come up with a solution quickly, I will never allow them to continue to humiliate you like this!"

Seeing that Sir Mandon and Qyburn were still silent, he was furious: "Quickly, think of a way, or I will chop off your heads!"

After hearing the king's threat, Ser Mandon finally spoke slowly: "Your Majesty, as long as you still wear the king's crown, the Tyrell family will still be loyal."

Joffrey paused in his steps. He stared at Ser Mandon deeply for a while, nodded and said, "Go on."

Seeing that Sir Mandon had no intention of continuing to speak, Qyburn said with a gentle smile on his face: "Your Majesty, the Tyrell family has not only supported tens of thousands of soldiers and horses for the Iron Throne, but also provided countless sufficient food. …I think they paid so much not to become traitors, so what exactly do they want? Of course, it is the noble queen’s crown, and only you, the king, can give it.”

Joffrey raised his chin, the anger on his face softened a lot, and he agreed: "It is true, this is the king's supreme power..."

Before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly became extremely stiff, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Now, is it possible that Margaery is contacting Tommen because they think I will lose this power soon? Are they trying to wear it through my brother?" Queen's crown?"

Qyburn was slightly startled, but his voice was still amiable: "Please rest assured, at least...after all...others don't have enough reason to question your Iron Throne."

You are not Robert's kind...

Wait until the situation in the seven countries stabilizes a little...

He will definitely depose you...

He wants a well-behaved child to sit on the Iron Throne...

The harsh and unpleasant voice of the dwarf suddenly echoed in his ears, and Joffrey couldn't help but grab his head with both hands: "Damn it, get out, get out, get away!"

Seeing this scene, Coburn quickly stepped forward to check: "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you? Do you feel uncomfortable somewhere in your body?"

Joffrey's chest heaved violently. He pushed Qyburn away and shouted, "I'm fine!"

His eyes, covered with fine bloodshot eyes, looked fiercely at Sir Manden below: "Go and call my mother over. You go and invite her over. I want to see her now!"

After a moment of dull silence, Ser Mandon replied: "According to the orders of the Royal Council, Her Majesty the Queen Mother went to the Great Sept of Baelor yesterday afternoon, where she will pray devoutly for seven days and seven nights."

Joffrey snorted coldly and said, "What a boring and stupid prayer! Arrange for someone to go there immediately and tell mother that I want to see her."

Ser Mandon stared at Joffrey with indifferent eyes for a while and replied: "The Prime Minister has ordered that no one should disturb Her Majesty the Queen Mother who is praying in the Great Sept of Baelor."

After a pause, he added: "No one can, Your Majesty."

Joffrey's entire face twisted at first, and then he seemed to suddenly think of something, and his body trembled slightly involuntarily.

"Ge...Duke Green...yes...go and call him over and ask him to come directly without avoiding other people's eyes!"

After a pause, Ser Mandon's thin lips opened slightly: "Duke Green should be on the ship at this moment. According to the order of the Royal Council, he wants to break through Dragonstone Island and capture Stannis."

"Not even in the Red Keep..."

Joffrey's pupils shrank slightly. Although he tried his best to show the calmness that a king should have, his shaking body could not hide the fear deep in his heart at this moment. .

Cold sweat kept dripping from his forehead. By the way, Uncle James... No, he's not here either. Why isn't everyone here? !

Joffrey's breathing became rapid and heavy, and his hands gripped the iron throne's hilt arm tightly, his knuckles turning white from the exertion.

Damn it, damn them all, damn them all!

In a mixture of fear and anger, Joffrey suddenly thought of Sandor Clegane: "Dog, yes, my dog, let him come and protect me immediately!"

"Your Majesty, his leg injury is very serious. He will have to lie down for at least two months before he can come back to serve you."

With that said, Qyburn handed the wine glass full of blood-red liquid to Joffrey and said warmly: "It can help you find your inner peace, but you must not drink too much."

Perhaps it was Qyburn's kind face and gentle voice that calmed Joffrey's panic a little. Joffrey nodded, took the wine glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

Not long after, Joffrey was pleasantly surprised to notice that his body was no longer trembling, and the fear in his heart gradually subsided unconsciously.

"This stuff is good, Qyburn, give me another drink."

Coburn took the empty cup, bowed and said respectfully: "Your Majesty the King, it's called the 'Wine of Courage' and comes from the continent across the strait. It can make people temporarily forget their 'troubles', but it also has unfriendly side effects." On the other hand, you will feel extremely tired in the afternoon, so I suggest you not drink too much.”

[The wine of courage is a drink made from belladonna, blood fly larvae, black lotus root and other secret ingredients. The Unsullied of Astapor drank with every meal from the day they were castrated, day after day, year after year, until they felt numb, fought fearlessly, and feared no torture]

Joffrey frowned displeased, leaned his upper body against the armrest of the Iron Throne, paused, and said: "Very good, Qyburn, from now on you will be the king's physician and advisor."

Hearing this, Coburn took a step back and bowed deeply: "Thank you, His Majesty the King, for your trust. I will do my best to serve you."

Joffrey chuckled first, then waved his hand to Sir Mandon below and said, "You, please step aside first."

When only he and Qyburn were left in the throne room, Joffrey rolled his eyes, his face twisted, and he leaned forward and said, "Qyburn, my mother said you can make me 'sick'?"

Qyburn looked at the king with a gentle smile on his face: "Please give me your orders."

…………

When he left the throne room and walked to the quiet small garden on the east side, Mandon Moore stopped his steps, paused for a moment, swung his snow-white cloak, and walked inside.

In the garden, under the rich shade of trees, stood a stout figure.

Ser Mandon drew near and called, "Vardis."

Vardis Egan (Knights of the Vale, Chapter 260, Chapter 324) grinned immediately: "Manden."

Then, he took the initiative to approach Sir Manden and said, "How's it going?"

Sir Manden said calmly: "It went very well. My mission is almost completed."

Hearing this, Sir Vardis opened his arms and hugged Manden with excitement, and said excitedly: "Great, I think I will be able to wear a white robe with you soon, God bless you."

After a pause, Sir Manden stretched out his hand, patted Vardis' arm, and said, "Is Duke Kleb trustworthy? You know, he is not a benevolent ruler."

Sir Vardis was in a good mood at this time. He also patted Manden's arm and comforted him: "Don't worry, Lord Green may seem cruel to outsiders, but he is generous enough, and he needs the Egan family to take the initiative. The loyalty of the valley nobles who defected to Kleb."

After a moment of silence, Ser Mandon asked: "An outsider?"

Hearing Manden's doubts, Sir Vardis couldn't help laughing: "He is the new owner of the valley, and you and I are both from the valley, so naturally we are not outsiders."

About five minutes later, Vardis hugged Manden, patted him on the back, and told him: "It's time for me to go... That kid king is a madman, don't hurt yourself."

Sir Manden's cold face became a little warmer. He also patted the other party's back and said: "You too, stay away from danger and don't hurt yourself."

Maiden's home.

"Margaery."

Little Rose of Highgarden stood quietly in front of the stone railing of the large terrace, staring at the blue sky. Under the bright sunshine, her long brown curly hair seemed to be shining with golden light.

"My Margaery."

After calling again, Olenna Redwing walked over with trembling steps. Margaery suddenly came to her senses and quickly reached out to hold her grandmother's arm and said, "I'm sorry, I was distracted just now. "

Mrs. Olenna's wrinkled hand patted the back of her granddaughter's tender hand, and said with a loving expression: "Are you intolerable or nervous?"

Margery shook her head slightly: "I tried to envision the future of Golden Rose."

"Very good. Grandma was a little tired of standing, so we sat down and talked."

With her granddaughter on her arm, she walked slowly forward. As she walked, Mrs. Olenna said: "You are much better than grandma. When I was your age, I was addicted to the pleasure on the bed all day long."

After a slight pause, she suddenly said angrily: "Now that I think about it, your grandfather is really a cunning wild boar. He actually conquered the wife he married from the Redwin family just by relying on his skills on the bed."

After hearing her grandmother’s complaint, Margery couldn’t help but burst into laughter and said, “Grandma, grandpa loves you.”

"Yes, your grandfather loved me. He loved me very much, my young body, my family, and the children I gave birth to for him." With the support of her granddaughter, Mrs. Olenna slowly Sit on the bench.

After sitting down, she said with lingering anger: "I foolishly fell in love with him at that time. In return, he handed me all the endless family affairs of the Golden Rose... Well, he also gave me a gift A son of a wild boar.”

Margaery sat down next to Lady Olenna obediently and said: "Grandma, my father has actually been planning for the family, and he has done a very good job. Since coming to King's Landing, I heard that the nobles of the Reach They all praise him sincerely.”

Lady Olenna snorted and said: "Those compliments come from the luck of the Wild Boar Duke. It just so happens that... the old lion's paw got stuck in the mud of the Riverlands, and the little fox has been secretly competing with him. The Wild Boar Duke just needs to sit down obediently. If he doesn’t move, someone will do him good.”

"Grandma~" Margaery gently shook Mrs. Olenna's arm, with a hint of coquettishness. .

Mrs. Olenna looked at her sweet and lovely granddaughter, smiled lovingly on her face, and said: "The old woman's luck is better than my Margaery. At least I can do as much as I want while I am young and when my brain can't turn around." Enjoyed it for a while.”

She slowly reached out her hand and caressed Little Rose's delicate face lovingly: "But you, my Margaery, you can't have this kind of luck."

Margaery's brown eyes trembled imperceptibly. She shook her head slightly and said, "Grandma, I know what I should do."

She looked at her grandmother, pursed her lips and smiled, and said softly: "I don't feel sorry, but my heart is full of gratitude. I thank the gods for allowing me to be born in the Golden Rose family and become your granddaughter."

Mrs. Olenna patted the back of her granddaughter's hand and said happily: "Very good. I believe that my Margaery will at least live more comfortably than an old woman like me. Oh... I have worked hard for the wild boar and his son all my life. If it weren't for the gods, A good granddaughter was sent to me, and I think I was so angry that I threw myself into the stranger’s arms.”

"Grandma~" Margery called out coquettishly.

"Well, okay, okay, let's not mention my stupid son." Mrs. Olenna responded and reached out to take the cup handed by her granddaughter.

She took a slight sip of tea and said, "My Margaery, are you ready?"

Margaery also took a sip of tea gracefully, put down the exquisite teacup gently, and nodded.

Her rose-colored lips parted slightly: "Don't worry, grandma."

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Three days later, the Prime Minister's study.

"Lord Tywin, according to Grand Maester Pycelle's speculation, King Joffrey is suffering from a fever."

Lord Tywin sat at the table, holding the quill in his hand for a moment without raising his head: "Is Joffrey sleeping on that iron chair?"

Rustling, the tip of the pen kept scratching on the parchment, and he asked again: "What is speculation?"

Sir Adam paused slightly, and then replied respectfully: "King Joffrey refused Grand Maester Pycelle's treatment. He could only observe the king's symptoms through his eyes."

"Refuse to treat..."

Lord Tywin murmured, then stopped the quill pen in his hand, dipped it in ink, glanced at Sir Adam standing in front, and said, "Is this a new trick Joffrey came up with?"

Sir Adam hesitated for a moment and said: "I looked at...King Joffrey's face does not look good."

Lord Tywin continued to wave the quill in his hand: "What does he want?"

Ser Adam opened his mouth and replied: "King Joffrey requests that you visit him personally."

Lord Tywin still said without raising his head: "Tell him, I am not a doctor."

There was a sudden noise outside the study door, and the noise broke the original silence in the room. Duke Tywin couldn't help but frown.

Upon seeing this, Sir Adam immediately said: "Sir, I'll go take a look."

After saying that, he walked quickly to the door and opened it quickly.

However, before he could close it, he happened to see Cersei angrily slap the guard in front of her.

"Get away!"

The lioness's rage seemed to burn the person in front of her to death.