The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Green smiled lightly and said in a gentle tone: "There is no need to be particularly grateful. I just hope that Prince Doran, you and your sisters can deeply appreciate my kindness."

Arianne's eyes lightly glanced at Green's body, and she raised a slight smile at the corner of her mouth. Her voice was slightly hoarse and somewhat charming: "I don't mind at all for them... First, let's fully appreciate the Duke's kindness. ”

Green reached out and grabbed Arianne's hand that was about to climb down, and sighed helplessly: "I have another thing to tell you, which may be more worthy of your attention as the heir of Sunspear. "

Arianne stared at Green with her charming eyes for a while, bit her lower lip lightly, and said in a low voice: "Okay, I will listen carefully."

Green: "…………"

The two of them separated, and Green handed the wine bag that Arianne had tasted to her, while he slowly walked to the window, leaned against the window, and deftly took off the other wine bag from his waist.

He raised his head and took a sip of wine, paused for a moment, and said slowly: "Tomorrow morning, the three families of Kleb, Lannister, and Tyrell will gather together to hold the first royal meeting after King Tommen's official coronation. ”

"It seems important?" As she spoke, Arianne walked towards the recliner with a graceful figure.

After sitting down gently, she continued: "So, who will take over as prime minister?"

Green looked outside through the hazy glass, took a sip of summer red, and said, "I thought it was Lord Tywin's brother, Kevan Lannister."

"It seems unlikely that he will take over his brother's position."

Arianne casually placed the wine bag in her hand on the delicate little table next to the lounge chair, then picked up the silver wine flask and poured the bright red wine into the wine glass.

After a moment of silence, Green looked at the dim moonlight outside the window and spoke slowly: "Although Queen Cersei and Earl Kevan are both blood relatives of Duke Tywin, there are obvious contradictions in their ruling methods, and... There are also a lot of conflicts between the two of them in private.”

Arianne swung the wine glass in her hand and said, "It seems that the noble lady of Mageta is not a rational enough ruler."

After a pause, she trembled with her huge breasts and suddenly laughed: "I'm sorry, I said something quite boring. Regarding that woman... I should have known she was like this."

Ignoring the sarcasm in Arianne's words, Green continued: "If my guess is correct, at the Royal Council tomorrow, the Duke of Highgarden will be more proactive in seeking the position of Prime Minister of the Seven Kingdoms."

Hearing this, Arianne's black pearl-like eyes moved slightly, she raised the cup, took a sip of summer red, and said: "If I were the woman from Magta, I would never agree easily. This is tantamount to taking the master of the Red Castle's The location is given to the Tyrell family."

Green turned his head and looked at Arianne, who was leaning on the recliner, and said: "In the confrontation with Tyrell...the only bargaining chip in Queen Cersei's hand is the Queen's Crown."

"Lannister needs each other more than Tyrell."

Gently shaking the wine glass in her hand, Arianne showed a gloating smile: "That woman will definitely lose."

The corners of Green's mouth curved slightly: "Yes, most people will think so, she will definitely lose."

Most people... Arianne blinked her charming eyes. One of her long legs with smooth muscles stretched out from under her skirt, and was elegantly stacked on the other leg. She flexed her toes slightly and said : "Perhaps, most people will support you sitting on the Prime Minister's chair, Duke Green."

"Kleb's priority is to stabilize the rule of the valley, not..."

Before Green finished speaking, Arianne glared at him fiercely. He spread his hands helplessly and said, "Well, you are really keen. This is not the most important reason. To be honest, I just Wanted to prevent Kleb from getting caught up in the 'scuffle' between Lannister and Tyrell, because..."

Arianne responded with a smile: "...Kleib can't replace one of them yet."

Seeing that Green's expression became slightly embarrassed, Arianne smiled particularly happily. Her delicate body trembled as she laughed for a short while. She suddenly stopped smiling and her expression became serious: "I can guess that it's because of Matai The same is true for your family.”

A coldness flashed in her eyes: "If Martell had enough strength, he would not let Lannister perform so poorly."

Green seemed to be "infected" by Arianne's burning fire of hatred, and a coldness flashed across his face: "For the former True Dragon minister..."

After speaking for a while, he moved his lips and continued: "Duke Tywin made the entire Seven Kingdoms deeply feel the cruelty and ruthlessness of Lannister."

After saying that, he moved his eyes to the window again, silently took sip after sip of wine, and fell into deep thought.

After a while, Arianne's voice slowly sounded from behind Green: "Tonight, I am more interested in you, Green Claymore."

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"It's...the marigold flag!"

"It is...Lord Green's flag, Sir, Sir Ross!"

The cold moonlight shines in front of the city gate, and the surroundings are so quiet that only the occasional chirping of insects can be heard.

Hearing the urgent call, the captain of the king's guard, who was sleeping next to the battlements, opened his eyes. He was stunned for a while, then suddenly picked up the helmet placed aside as if waking up from a dream, and took a big step. He stepped forward and shouted loudly: "Convey my order and open the city gate!"

"Yes, open the city gate!"

"Open the city gate——" shouts came and went on the city wall, breaking the tranquility of the night. The torches swayed in the wind, and the light and shadow swayed.

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Approaching the King's Gate, Sir Anguy in front pulled the reins, turned the horse's head flexibly, galloped forward, and said in a loud voice: "Lord Green, I saw the field rose flag."

Green's eyebrows were slightly raised. He looked up at the full moon hanging high in the night sky, lightly kicked the horse's belly and said, "Keep going."

After riding for a distance, Green soon saw the one-armed knight standing by the bonfire - Garland Tyrell. The surrounding night was like ink, with only the flame dancing in the darkness, reflecting his figure.

He immediately came over, caressed his chest and said, "Good night, Duke Green."

Green jumped off the horse quickly, looked at Sir Garland up and down, and said: "Good night, why are you here? Did you miss the time to enter the city?"

Sir Garland showed a somewhat helpless look: "The Duke of Metz sent me to invite you. Later, when I rushed to the King's Gate, I realized that you had already left the city, so I stayed here waiting for you."

Green's expression became serious: "Is there an emergency?"

Sir Garland came slightly closer and lowered his voice unconsciously, saying: "It is for tomorrow's imperial meeting. My father seems to have obtained important information... I don't know the specific content. He is eager to meet with you."

Green looked at the night sky again, nodded slightly, and said, "I understand, let's set off immediately."

Sir Garland looked at the King's Gate, frowned, and said: "I'll go find the captain of the Guard at the King's Gate first..."

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Looking at Sir Garland who was looking speechlessly in the direction of the city gate, Green smiled and said: "When I left the city, I was worried that rushing back tomorrow morning might delay my participation in the royal meeting. So before leaving, I specially sent someone to follow Sir Ross said hello."

Sir Garland was not good at hiding his emotions. He showed a stiff smile and said: "I will lead the way for you, Duke Green."

Both of them jumped on their horses and rode toward the king's door with the guards.

Approaching the city gate, Green pulled the reins and stopped the horse beneath him. Sir Ross, who was waiting aside, quickly stepped forward, bowed deeply, and said: "Lord Green, it is my great honor to have the honor to serve you."

Sir Ross Raquette is a royal noble. His grandfather Raquette with the same name served as the Commander-in-Chief of the Golden Robes during the Dance of the Dragons. Later, when King's Landing fell, he supported Rhaenyra Targaryen, and Queen Rhaenyra made her a royal noble after sitting on the Iron Throne.

When Green served as the Commander-in-Chief of the Golden Robes, after his careful "combing", the Golden Robes were roughly divided into the Kleb Faction and the Lannister Faction.

After Green left office, the Golden Robes quickly formed a fence-sitting faction dominated by royal nobles.

Ever since Duke Tywin passed away and former Commander-in-Chief Sir Adam was imprisoned in prison, the Fence-riding Factions have begun to actively seek refuge... Although he is the Duke of the Eyrie, Sir Ross is one of them, the Duke of Greene who is also from the royal family. .

Green showed a gentle smile, and it seemed that...not long after Duke Tywin passed away, more and more nobles began to actively move closer to him. Most of these people...most of them were model ministers at the end of the Targaryen dynasty. The old lion died. Now, they can finally take action. The identity of Lord Green is naturally close to that of the former loyal ministers of the Long family.

"There is time for you, Ser Ross."

It was already late at night when we arrived at the Tyrell mansion in Gou Lane. It was quiet all around, except for the occasional barking of dogs.

In front of the door of the room on the second floor, Green saw the twin brothers Eric and Aric guarding the room faithfully. They were Lady Oriana's personal guards and were simply called Left Hand and Right Hand by her (Chapter 120).

Green's brown eyes moved slightly, and he glanced at Sir Garland, who looked surprised, and said, "Brenny, you stay outside."

The door was pushed open, and Green entered with Sir Garland. He looked around and saw the short old man sitting quietly in front of the fireplace—Mrs. Olenna Redwin.

The room was warm and bright by the fire. She looked at them with cloudy eyes, paused, and said: "Garland, my good boy, you have worked so hard for me. Go back and rest quickly, leave this place to me. "

She added: "Duke Greene, thank you very much for accepting Tyrell's invitation. Please sit down. If you don't mind, you can chat with me, an old woman, for a while."

Ser Garland nodded and retired. Before leaving, he nodded slightly apologetically to Green, who responded with a gentle smile.

Green walked over, sat on the chair on the other side of the fireplace, and said, "Did I disturb your rest, Mrs. Olenna?"

"Your thoughtful politeness reminds me of Willas far away in Highgarden. He is the least idiotic man in our family. If it weren't for my stupidity..."

After a pause, Lady Olenna's expression became kind: "The Duke of Highgarden did not expect you to be busy today. I apologize on his behalf... Forget it, your clever eyes told the old woman that there is no need to continue making up boring stories. The excuse, you guessed it, is that I borrowed the name of the Duke of Highgarden to invite you over."

After a pause, she said angrily: "In the afternoon, news of the dispute between Cersei and Kevan spread from the Red Keep. The great Duke of Highgarden drank a lot of wine with joy. At this time... he should be like Lying on the bed like a wild boar, he continued to dream about wearing the Prime Minister’s necklace.”

Green pursed his lips and smiled: "If it goes according to normal conditions, this is not just a sweet dream."

"Yeah, if it's normal..."

Lady Olenna looked at the flames in the fireplace, her eyes were deep, and the beating flames seemed to reflect the past: "The men of the Seven Kingdoms habitually look down on the women of the Seven Kingdoms, and the men in the Red Castle are even more so. , and...arrogant or stupid men often lose at the hands of women they look down upon, such as Cersei Lannister in the eyes of Mace Tyrell."

She tapped the armrest of the chair with her withered fingers and continued: "That is a woman who lost her father and son overnight, but the Boar Duke of Highgarden still regarded her as a normal woman, and even tried to force her to submit. …Yes, under normal circumstances, my stupid son did nothing wrong, but she doesn’t understand women, she is a willful woman.”

She seemed to be lost in memories: "Before I got married, when I was a young lady of the Redwin family, I was taught carefully... But after I married Rose (the father of the Duke of Metz), I was addicted to the bed. Tomorrow Or my family... I threw them all away, and the wayward Miss Redwin only cared about enjoying the joy of the moment... So, I, an old woman, was also very willful... Huhu..."

Green smiled and said, "This also shows that you are very charming, Mrs. Olenna."

Lady Olenna nodded in agreement: "I think when I was young, I should be as charming as my Margaery. Before I married my stupid son's stupid father, the Targaryen family wanted me to marry there. , but I tried my best to reject it. I don’t like their crazy bloodline.”

Green shrugged: "That's a shame."

Mrs. Olenna's eyes moved to Green, looked at her carefully for a while, and then said slowly: "You know Cersei better than anyone else... Maybe no one in the Seven Kingdoms knows her better than you, and so do you. Do I see the same? Do I see the danger of that lioness?"

Hearing this, Green glanced at Mrs. Olena in surprise, then frowned and said: "Madam, after all, she just lost her beloved family. If... she has offended you, please forgive me. A poor woman who lost her father and son."