The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

After Myrcella left, Lord Kevan stared at the sparkling sea outside the terrace and said, "Please tell me, what is your real purpose? You may know better than me how Cersei will respond."

Green took a sip of summer red and said, "What I am really waiting for is the response from Prime Minister Tywin. According to her character, she will definitely go to him."

Yes, Cersei will definitely go directly to Lord Tywin, and make a big fuss regardless of everything.

Thinking of this, Lord Kevan's eyes trembled slightly. Could it be that Lord Green clearly stood on Cersei's side in order to use her to split the Lannisters?

If this is really Crabbe's plan, it would be "regrettable". In the Lannister family, no one can disobey or dare to resist his brother. Maybe Lord Tywin has to tolerate some things temporarily for the stability of the family, but he will never tolerate anyone damaging the interests of the family.

Lord Kevan's deep green eyes moved slightly, and he glanced at the young duke beside him, sighed slightly, and said: "The result is obvious, you should know that if you do this... the only extra thing is quarrels between father and daughter, or even..."

After a pause, he sighed slightly and added: "It may be hatred."

Green frowned, stared at him suspiciously for a while, and then said: "Lord Kevan, although it seems that the marriage with Myrcella can easily reach a peace with Martell, with the wisdom of Lord Tywin, how could he not see the pros and cons and send his precious granddaughter at this time?"

After a pause, he said again: "The Dornish... now is the time when they hate the Lannister the most. With just a little spark, I think the anger there will burn fiercely."

Kevan couldn't help but glance at Lord Green beside him again.

After a pause, he slowly said: "It is precisely because of this that for the stability of the Seven Kingdoms, the royal family and the Red Castle need to show more sincerity to appease the people of Dorne."

Retracting his gaze from the blue sea, Green looked at Lord Kevan and said: "I hope Queen Cersei will understand Lord Tywin's dilemma as soon as possible. Although they are father and daughter, one is the Queen Regent and the other is the Prime Minister. If the misunderstanding between them deepens, it will not be a good thing for the Seven Kingdoms that have just seen the hope of peace."

He raised his glass to indicate: "The lioness will roar for the little lioness. At this time... we still have a chance to keep her sanity, right?"

Lord Kevan did not move his gaze to Green again, but his eyes became complicated, and he silently sipped the summer red.

After a long while, Lord Kevan put down the empty wine glass and suddenly said: "Do you love her?"

Green glanced at him and nodded silently.

Seeing this, Kevan's green eyes moved: "Since you love her so much, with your strength and ability... Why didn't I see your 'sincerity' towards her? Your behavior is not like that of a normal Westeros man."

Green rubbed his head, sighed lightly, and said: "Earl Kevan, love is not just possession."

After a pause, Earl Kevan reached out and picked up the silver wine pot, poured wine into Green's glass, and his eyes gradually became kind: "If you have any concerns, you can tell me, maybe I can help you."

Looking at Green who nodded in thanks, after pouring the wine, his eyes condensed slightly: "Or, you have other purposes, and you don't want my active help."

Then, his tone was kind and sincere: "My brother is 59 years old , and I am 57 years old, Mei..."

He moved his lips and continued: "The heir of Highgarden, Willas Tyrell, as far as I know, he likes to study and is well-educated, but to be honest... his body does not allow him to lead troops. Jaime of Casterly Rock... you are good friends, and perhaps you know my nephew better than I do in some aspects... I said this to tell you that you are destined... In the future, you will rule the Seven Kingdoms like Lord Tywin, and Lord Tywin will not entrust a turbulent kingdom to you. So, I want to tell you that you don't need to be too wary of Lannister, and we can be friendly forever. "

Green opened his mouth slightly, and Kevan's sincerity seemed to surprise and move him a little.

He exhaled softly: "Thank you for your kind advice, I will remember it, I think we can really have a good talk..."

Then, the atmosphere between the two became more and more harmonious.

When talking happily, Green even promised to send the Crabbe Fleet of Mermaid Harbor to escort to Dorne.

But until the end of the conversation, regarding the question of Myrcella... Lord Green still tactfully insisted on waiting for Cersei's reply.

This almost made Lord Kevan overturn his previous speculations.

When the warm dinner at Mermaid Harbor was over, Lord Kevan had just fallen asleep, but was awakened.

The reply from the Red Castle came much earlier than expected.

However, the black wings brought black news.

Looking at Kevan Lannister who was speechless in grief, Green silently left the room and closed the door softly.

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Night, Dragonstone.

The Third Onion (Chapter 349)………

The letter just delivered by Maester Pylos was tightly held in the hand of Davos Seaworth.

Seeing Davos's expression suddenly become serious, Maester Pylos said uneasily: "Prime Minister, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Have you read the contents here?"

Seeing Maester Pylos nod, Lord Davos stared for a while and slowly said: "Maester, I hope you can forget about this for a while. This is the Prime Minister's order."

After a pause, he added: "This is also my request."

After a pause, Bachelor Palos showed a smile, bowed, and said: "At your disposal, Prime Minister."

The night fire burned in the gradually condensing darkness, like a huge bright monster, changing and flickering orange light to cast a shadow more than twenty feet long in the yard.

Lord Davos looked down from the arched window of the corridor. He saw the red-robed woman, Melisandre, raising her arms as if to embrace the flickering flames.

Her voice was clear and loud: "Lord of Light - you are the light in our eyes, you are the fire in our hearts, you are the heat in our bellies - your light is the sun that warms the day, your light is The stars that guard the night——"

Queen Celis Florent's pointed face was full of enthusiasm. He led everyone in singing loudly: "Lord of Light, protect us. The night is dark and dangerous everywhere."

King Stannis stood beside Queen Selyse, but did not join the others in responding.

Princess Shireen stood between the king and the queen. The gray spots on her cheeks and neck were almost black in the firelight.

Melisandre's voice spiraled up into the purple night sky with the sparks from the pyre.

"O Lord of Light, please lead us out of the darkness. Oh - Lord of Light, please fill our hearts with fire so that we can flatter you and shine with your light."

"We thank you, Lord of Light, for bringing life—"

"We thank you, Lord of Light, for bringing day—"

Queen Selyse and others responded softly: "Thank you for the sun you sent to warm us, thank you for the stars you sent to protect us. Thank you for giving us hearths and torches to ward off the ruthless darkness."

Melisandre turned around and shouted loudly: "Thank you for giving us Stannis, the righteous king. Thank you for giving him such a pure and flaming heart. Thank you for giving him the heroic red sword of justice. Thank you. You gave him an undying love for his loyal people.”

She spread her arms: "Please guide him, please protect him, Lord of Light, please give him the power to defeat his enemies."

Queen Selyse and the others responded with a feverish chorus: "Give him strength, grant him courage, grant him wisdom."

In the corridor, Davos's Earl's attendant reminded him softly: "My lord, the time is almost up."

Melisandre lit a fire at sunset every day to thank R'hllor for the day that was coming to an end, and asked him to bring back the sun the next day to drive away the gathering darkness.

According to usual habits, King Stannis, Melisandre and the "Queens (Chapter 381)" will have to pray for more than an hour.

Earl Davos looked away: "Yes, time is running out."

He turned away from the window and quickened his pace, followed closely by several of his companions.

When Davos pushed open the door and entered, Edric Storm was reading a book.

Edric raised his head and said doubtfully to the visitor who suddenly broke in: "Good night, sir?"

Bachelor Pyros came out from behind and said, "Edric, go and get the cloak. You have to go with the Prime Minister."

"me?"

Edric stood up, pursed his lips stubbornly, and said, "Where to go? I don't pray to the Lord of Light. I believe in warriors, just like my father."

Davos reached out and touched the boy's head and said: "Instead of praying, come on, child, there is no time to lose."

Edric put on a thick woolen cloak with a hood. Maester Pylos leaned over to tie it tightly for him and pulled up the hood to cover his face.

"Maester, won't you come with us?"

Pyros shook his head slightly, touched the bachelor's necklace around his neck, and said: "My responsibility is here, on Dragonstone Island. Go with the Prime Minister and do as he says. Remember, he is the Hand of the King. What did I teach you about the Hand of the King?"

Edric quickly replied: "The Prime Minister issues orders on behalf of the King."

Bachelor Paros smiled slightly: "That's right, let's go."

After leaving the city wall, Edric looked at Davos curiously, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Sir, where are we going?"

Davos looked back at the boy and said, "Go to the beach, there is a ship waiting for you there."

"Boat?"

Edric suddenly stopped and looked over.

Earl Davos also paused. He nodded and said: "It's the ship of Salladhor Saan (Chapter 203). He is Salla and she is my good friend. Don't be afraid. I will send my attendants to accompany him." With you.”

"I'm not afraid!"

Edric first declared angrily, and then whispered: "Will Shireen come too?"

Earl Davos shook his head slightly and said: "The princess must stay here, she must be with the king and queen."

"We made an appointment to do arithmetic together tomorrow."

Edric was a little sad: "She will be sad...Are you sure I have to leave? Why did my uncle want me to leave Dragonstone? Did I piss him off? I dare say I didn't do it on purpose!"

The boy showed that stubborn expression again: "My lord, I ask to see my uncle. I want to see King Stannis."

If the boy is burned to death, the princess will be even more sad...

"Your Majesty does not want to see you, Edric."

Davos glanced into the distance, time was running out, and he had to choose a white lie.

"I am his prime minister. Do I have to report to the king that you refuse to obey orders? Do you know how angry that will make him? You have never seen him angry at all..."

He took off his gloves and let the boy see his four fingers that had been cut off in length: "But I have seen them before."

"He shouldn't have done this." The Onion Knight's threat had the desired effect, and the boy walked by his hand by default.

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On the beach, as far as the eye can see, there is darkness and emptiness.

Davos combed his thin hair with his shortened fingers. The smugglers must know the tide and the direction of the wind. The four oarsmen's boat will carry the boy to the large ship parked in the outer sea and set sail away from the darkness here.

Davos thought he should get a haircut and shave first. Although King Stannis was only iron-clad in justice, when he met with the king, he might give him a pleasant punishment because of his appearance. .

Davos walked slowly, his footsteps echoing between the black walls and stone dragons. He had never felt that Dragonstone was so dark and terrifying.

I hope the dragon in the stone never wakes up...

The Stone Drum Tower towered in front. After Davos approached, the guard standing at the door quickly separated the crossed spears for the King's Hand.

At least when he entered, he was still the Prime Minister. He didn't know what would happen when he came out, if he could really come out.

Perhaps it was because Davos was too tired tonight, but he suddenly felt that the stairs he climbed up seemed longer and steeper than before.

When he was a child, he dreamed of becoming a millionaire, but when he grew up, he just wanted a piece of land that could feed his family, a house for retirement, and a good future for his sons.

The "Blind Bastard" (who was a sea smuggler and pirate of Tyrosh) had told him that a wise smuggler wouldn't stretch his hand too far and draw too much attention to himself.

With enough land to feed him, a wooden castle, and a knighthood, he should have been satisfied.

If he can survive tonight, Davos is determined to take his sons back to Cape Wrath, return to his gentle wife, and no longer care about the king and power.

When Lord Davos entered the Picture Table Hall, King Stannis was still by the nightfire with Melisandre and the queen.

The flames danced and danced in the fireplace, and the wood crackled.

Lord Davos was leaning on the window sill, breathing the cold night air. He waited for a long time and finally heard the sound of boots on the stone stairs.

Not long after, the king's voice came: "...It's two, not three."

Then came Melisandre's voice with a Jade Sea accent: "It must be three, I swear to you, Your Majesty the King, I saw his death and heard his mother's wails."