The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Tommen lowered his head and remained silent. Cersei asked coldly: "Tell me, who is slandering you?"

"Please answer my question, Tommen."

Tommen glanced at his mother secretly and whispered: "I thought of it myself, no one else."

Cersei sneered: "No one else? But why did your mother smell the smell of roses? You dare to lie to me. As a mother, I should punish you."

Her chin raised slightly: "But you are the king, I have no choice but to punish the people around you. I will beat all the people who serve you to pieces,"

The lioness seemed to be looking at a little lamb: "So, do you want me to do this, Tommen?"

The little king shook his head quickly: "No, mom, don't do that."

Picking up the golden cup inlaid with gems, Cersei took a sip of the sweet wine, slightly raised the corners of her lips and said, "Very good, you can tell me now who told you this."

"Yes..." Tommen's little head almost dropped to the table and muttered: "It's Miss Margaery."

"That's right. Mother and son should be honest."

Cersei nodded slightly with satisfaction, and then said: "Listen, Tommen, I have to deal with the kingdom's government affairs every day. These things... you are too young to understand, and I... don't know how. A child is allowed to sit on the Iron Throne and bother me with childish questions."

After a pause, she looked directly at her son, and then said: "Look at me, let me guess...Margaery also encouraged you to attend my royal meeting, right?"

Tommen looked at Cersei carefully, nodded, and said, "Yes, she thinks I should learn the kingly style early."

"When you grow up, you can attend as many imperial meetings as you want. I promise you, it won't be too late for you to get bored by then."

Cersei's voice gradually became gentle: "Robert almost dozed off every time he attended the royal meeting. He preferred to ride on horseback and hunt, so he left the cumbersome government affairs to his adoptive father."

She smiled: "Do you remember the old Duke?"

Tommen nodded obediently: "I remember him. He was often sick and later died of illness."

"Yeah, he looks so pathetic."

Cersei put down the wine glass and suggested to her son: "You are a diligent and studious king. Today... I will let the maester tell you the story of the king and the prime minister."

Tommen seemed impatient to leave the restaurant: "Mom, can I go and listen to the story now? I will tell it to you tomorrow morning, I promise."

"Of course. Come, my son."

When Tommen came to him, Cersei kissed him on the forehead and said softly: "You are really my good boy, go ahead."

After walking out of the restaurant and turning into another corridor, Tommen's short legs suddenly accelerated his pace, like a restless little meat ball rolling hard.

The maid and the Kingsguard who were following Tommen were startled almost at the same time, and they couldn't help but quicken their pace.

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In the restaurant, a maid whispered in Cersei's ear for a while, then respectfully left.

After a pause, Cersei's fullness slowly rose and fell.

Has little Tommen learned to report secretly?

The lioness was relieved that her son was beginning to learn to tell which people were trustworthy.

The lioness was annoyed that her son had learned to secretly side with the cunning little rose.

No matter how young you are, are you still a man?

Cersei put down her napkin and said coldly: "Where is Margaery?"

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In the virgin garden, the morning light shines through the dense branches and leaves, falling mottled on the ground.

Margaery is wearing a simple light blue dress. Her eyes are bright and agile, and when she smiles, she is like a crescent moon, beautiful and moving.

The Tyrell maids sat around Margaery, their laughter rippled, and their clear and melodious laughter echoed in the garden like silver bells.

At this time, Cersei's figure suddenly appeared at the entrance of the garden, looking at them with a gloomy face, which was in sharp contrast to the cheerful atmosphere opposite.

After standing quietly for a while, Cersei did not ask the master of ceremonies to announce, but walked directly over, with two Kingsguard behind her.

"Five times in one night? Gods!"

"Oh, he must not dare to swear."

"Haha, he wants to create a new record with you."

"Oh, why did he ask you that?"

"You guessed it, oh, he encouraged me and said let's break the record together."

"Want me to play the woodharp for you?"

"Yalan, put away your instrument, I'm just curious!"

"Mei Ge, Yalan is shy."

"Tsk, you are not curious about that man, Ella, but you are not curious about Duke Green..."

"Meige, you are too curious."

Meg Tyrell, who was interrupted, was about to speak, but Ello Tyrell's eyes moved slightly and whispered to Margaery: "Your Majesty."

Margaery's deer eyes trembled slightly, she turned her head to look, and then a pleasant smile appeared on her face.

She stood up from her chair and walked towards Cersei.

"Welcome, Your Majesty."

After getting closer, Margaery spread her arms, took the initiative to hug Cersei, and kissed her gently on the face.

Cersei's lips curved in a slightly stiff arc, and she kissed Margaery's face gently, saying, "Look how charming you are."

The two separated their bodies. Cersei looked at Margaery gently and said, "Radiant... It seems that you have adapted well to the Red Keep."

Margaery smiled: "You take good care of me, I am always grateful to you."

"No need to thank me, I am the queen mother, this is my responsibility."

Cersei stared at Margaery's young and beautiful face: "It's a pity, my son is fascinated by you, but he is too young, I hope he can grow up quickly and marry his beautiful bride as soon as possible."

Margaery blinked gently and smiled slightly: "I am also looking forward to it, but I want to thank you more. Your Majesty, it is you who raised Tommen who has been charming since childhood. When he grows up, he will definitely be brave and good at fighting. He is half lion and half stag. Oh, as long as I think of that day, I will be ecstatic."

"As long as you are happy." Although Cersei maintained a smile on her face, her fingers trembled imperceptibly.

Margaery looked back and said, "Would you like a cup of tea?"

Then, she showed a regretful expression: "If I knew you would come, I would definitely prepare wine in advance. This time..."

She shrugged slightly: "For me... it's too early, it's not time to drink yet."

Cersei's fingers trembled again, and she couldn't keep her smile: "You are so thoughtful."

Margaery seemed very happy, bowed lightly, and said: "I am really... oh, I don't know how to express my wonderful mood at the moment to receive your praise."

Cersei's expression suddenly twisted, although it was only for a moment... but it made Margaery's pupils shrink slightly. The woman in front of her reminded her of the Mad King II - Joffrey.

Cersei slowly raised one hand, stretched it out, and her fingertips gently brushed Margaery's white collarbone.

She had a stiff smile on her face: "Let's talk, Margaery Tyrell."

Hearing this, Margaery raised her eyebrows and chuckled: "Of course."

Margaery gestured to the maids standing behind her respectfully, and Cersei turned her head and nodded to the Kingsguard standing behind her.

Not long after, Cersei and Margaery were the only ones left here.

"What were you talking about just now?"

After saying that, without waiting for Margaery's response, Cersei walked towards the small round table.

Margaery followed with light steps: "One of my maids fell in love with a good knight, and they are talking about him."

Cersei paused, casually glanced at the teacups, teapots and flowers on the table, and said: "Does the life in the palace make you feel bored, Miss Margaery?"

"Of course not."

Margaery came to Cersei. The lioness was half a head taller than her. She raised her chin slightly and said: "It is very important for me to accompany your son to grow up."

Cersei's eyes condensed slightly: "Very important?"

Margaery smiled and nodded, saying: "Yes, you work hard for our kingdom every day, and it is difficult to take time to accompany Tommen's growth. I am very honored to replace you and play your role."

She reached out and took one of Cersei's hands, patted it gently, and said softly: "Please rest assured, I understand my responsibilities, I know that this is also a contribution to the kingdom, I will do my best to make up for your inability to accompany The regret of your son growing up. "

Cersei pulled out her hand and said coldly: "Enough, if this is the thorn of the rose, I have fully felt it, please put away your hypocritical kindness. "

Margaery seemed to be frightened, she couldn't help but take a half step back, her eyes suddenly red: "Your Majesty, please don't misunderstand, I really want to help you."

"Help me?"

Cersei sneered: "How will you help me? Encourage my son to go against me?"

"Queen Mother---"

Margaery's eyes were full of water, she covered her chest and said sadly: "You misunderstood me too deeply, I will only tell Tommen how tired you are, I can only encourage him to study hard, practice swordsmanship hard, and share the responsibility you have fulfilled on his behalf as soon as possible. "

Cersei's fullness rose and fell fiercely: "Enough, stop acting!"

Margaery covered her mouth with her hand, crystal tears flashed in the corners of her eyes, and she shook her head silently.

"You!"

The lioness was furious, as if she was about to burst into flames.

Margaery still looked pitiful and frightened, but her low voice was full of sarcasm: "Enough, your son is coming."

In the distance, Tommen was running towards here clumsily.

"You, you, you... this is the real you, I was right!" The lioness was so angry that her body was shaking.

"Tommen is here to protect me, he loves his future wife..."

Margaery's tears slid down her cheeks drop by drop, but... her sarcastic tone was more threatening: "Respected Queen Mother, you don't want to break the deep relationship between mother and son, right?"

"You're looking for death!"

Cersei hated others threatening her the most, let alone a lioness in a rage. She raised her shaking hand and was about to slap.

Margaery's rosy lips curved slightly, but she moved closer and glanced at the lioness's hand: "Have you thought about the consequences of doing this?"

"Very good, you succeeded in angering me, I will..."

The lioness's small roar was interrupted by her son's voice: "Don't hurt Margaery!"

Tommen panted heavily, his small chest heaving violently, and more and more beads of sweat rolled down his round cheeks.

Tommen jogged and came between the two frozen women. His wet chubby hands tightly grasped his fiancée's hand. Margaery followed his force and was pulled behind her fiancé.

Cersei came back to her senses and asked coldly: "Why did you come here?!"

Tommen bravely faced his mother's frightening gaze and shouted: "I will never allow you to hurt Margaery, never!"

Cersei took a deep breath, calmed down, and said, "Do you know what you are talking about? I am your mother."

"I know!"

Tommen pulled Margaery back and said loudly: "But I am the king, and you are not. This is the king's order!"

Cersei stared at her son in disbelief: "Order, you order me?"

Tommen suddenly shrank, but he still frowned and said: "As long as you promise me not to touch Margaery, I will... be obedient, and you can also eat some... beets."

The lioness's anger finally broke out. She had no time to pay attention to Margaery. She directly grabbed Tommen's ear: "It seems that I have to teach you a lesson!"

The screaming little king was dragged away by the lioness, and Margaery stood there... holding out her hands with tears in her eyes: "Your Majesty, please..."

The lioness immediately turned back and roared at Little Rose, who was still acting: "Shut up, I will tell you what real power is!"

Tommen struggled: "Mom, don't hurt..."

"Quiet!"

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"I see."

After reporting Jaime's glorious deeds at Riverrun, Ser Unguy stood up and left the lord's tent.

"James' luck is really... good."

Green couldn't help but sigh, and then he tapped the armrests of the chair one by one with his fingers. The rhythmic crisp sound seemed to be the rhythm of his inner thoughts.

After thinking for a moment, Green reached out and pulled out the blank parchment.

Since Balon Swann made a difficult choice and made a great contribution, as a ruler, Green should be fair and generous.

Green picked up the quill and started writing on the parchment. The recipient was the representative of the pro-Cleb forces in the Stormlands (Chapter 414) - Brienne's father - Earl Selwyn Tarth.

Ser Balon's family, the Sven family of Stonehelm, will be allowed to join the pro-Cleb camp of the Stormlands, led by Lord Tarth.

The letter was written, sealed with wax, and Green stamped it with the Swamp Marigold seal.

When Brienne took away the letter, Green's eyes couldn't help but turn to the map of the Seven Kingdoms hanging not far away.

Green left his chair and came to the front of the map. After a pause, he stretched out his finger and pointed at the Pink City in the Riverlands.

While "purchasing grain" in the southwestern region of the Riverlands, Dick Crabbe, known as the Raider, and his retainer knights, Sir Mason, were stationed with soldiers and horses near the Red Pink City occupied by Lannister. Along the Pronged River.

After completing their food purchase mission, they were waiting for Green's next order.

On the map, Green's fingertips moved westward from above Pink City, and finally clicked on the location of Golden Teeth City, the gateway to the West.