The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

"Today's weak can become tomorrow's strong. Thirty years on the east side of the Red Fork River, and thirty years on the west side of the Red Fork River."

"Why thirty years?"

Glenn Crabbe, who was invited, sighed with his hands behind his back by the Red Fork River, while Sir James beside him expressed his doubts.

Glenn glanced at James and said, "Don't underestimate anyone, White Knight."

If they were not on "business", Green and James' conversations were often not on the same channel.

So, Sir James expressed his opinion seriously: "Ten years is enough. In fact, most servants can be judged whether they can become knights in less than ten years."

Green turned his head to look at James, looked at him, and said: "... Your tongue seems to have become much more flexible, sir."

Sir James shrugged: "I hope so. Unfortunately, it is more difficult than practicing swords."

"You can practice more."

After speaking, Green pointed with his chin to a brown-haired woman who was visiting Food and Wine over there, and said: "Which one is sweeter (Chapter 404)?"

Sir James followed Green's gaze and looked at He glared at her and said unhappily: "Don't you think you are narrow-minded?"

Green spread his hands: "Everyone in the Seven Kingdoms knows that my heart is as broad as the summer sea, Sir."

"Well, since you like it, I reluctantly agree."

As soon as James finished speaking, the voice of the brown-haired woman came over: "My lord, you can have dinner."

"Let's go."

Take a step, Sir James said as he walked: "Her name is Pia, she is my maid."

"She looks good."

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After sitting down, Green held the golden wine glass, glanced at the surrounding scenery, and said: "Jaime, you chose a good place to eat."

Sir James smiled He smiled and raised his glass to Green, saying, "Although I didn't ask for it, I am honored to be praised by the Duke."

Green took a sip of wine, shook the glass in his hand, and said, "Tell me, Sir, why did you invite me here?"

Sir James put down his glass, paused, and said, "You are really sharp."

Green shrugged, with a slightly disgusted tone, "Have you ever thought that your face shows what you are thinking?"

James: "..."

Green smiled, put down his glass, and said, "Just say it, James, we are friends."

"Thank you."

Sir James spread his hands, "Sir Davon asked me for help , he hopes to get help from Crabbe. "

After a pause, he continued: "One thousand Crabbe soldiers, what can I do for you?"

Green's brown eyes moved slightly, he nodded without hesitation, and said: "For your sake, I can agree to support... Well, of course I will have conditions, after all, this is a deal."

Ser Jaime leaned back in his chair with a relaxed mood, spread his hands, and said: "Waiting for the Duke's orders."

Green nodded his chin lightly and said: "My conditions are very simple, I hope you can return to King's Landing as soon as possible."

Ser Jaime was slightly stunned and said: "Let me return to King's Landing?"

Is there something wrong with Cersei?

Sir Jaime is now increasingly reluctant to see his former lover. He frowned and said, "Can you change the conditions?"

"I know what you are worried about, and I also know that you want to forget Cersei."

Green shook his head slightly: "... But you are the most suitable candidate, Jaime, maybe your past love is over, and the fact that you are both Lannisters cannot be changed. This is your responsibility and obligation."

After a moment of silence, Sir Jaime squeezed out his voice: "What happened?"

"Maybe it happened, maybe it hasn't happened yet, and just in case it's a good thing Habit. "

Green picked up the wine glass, took a sip of Summer Red, and said slowly: "Just now I said 'Don't underestimate anyone', but with the pride of the lioness, she is easy to underestimate the enemy."

After a slight silence, he sighed: "Before coming to you, the raven delivered the latest information about King's Landing. It is said that... several people confessed to the High Bishop about their "affairs" with Margaery Tyrell, and Little Rose has now been imprisoned by the church. "

He looked at Jaime, who could not hide his shock on his face, and added: "Among the confessors, there is a man named Osney Kettleblack. "

"Cersei..."

Thinking of Cersei's deep hostility towards Margaery, Sir Jaime frowned: "What exactly does she want to do?"

Green sighed helplessly again: "No matter what the reason is, it doesn't matter anymore, because Miss Margaery has been locked up, and the church will judge the chastity of the king's fiancée. If things are allowed to continue to develop..."

He looked directly at Jaime: "The Iron Throne and the Rose are about to break up, think about the consequences... White Knight, a new round of war in the Seven Kingdoms is just around the corner."

Hearing this, Sir Jaime was startled. He looked at Green for a while, then sighed, "I'll tell you the truth, Cersei is very hostile to Rose, although I don't know the reason... You know her character very well, I'm worried that I can't stop her, unless..."

After a long silence, he said painfully: "I am a Kingsguard, I can't threaten the Queen Regent with a sword."

"You are still siblings." Green rubbed his head and murmured: "I didn't consider this carefully..."

Jaime opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. In fact, Green was more suitable to go back to solve the problem of King's Landing than him, but this would make the government of collecting refugees from the Riverlands abandoned halfway.

Not long after, Green's gentle and steady voice sounded: "I thought of another way. Jaime, I want you to go to Storm's End and meet Duke Mace Tyrell as the Lannister envoy."

After hearing this, Sir James immediately sat up straight and said, "To appease the Duke of Metz?"

Green nodded and said: "Yes, although you are a member of the Kingsguard, you are the eldest son of Duke Tywin. Your appearance can represent Lannister's sincerity. In this way... you can at least keep Lannister Tilly. As long as this alliance remains, the rule of the Iron Throne will not be shaken."

Sir James couldn't help but nodded slightly, but he thought for a moment and said, "Is it too late? It's possible that the Duke of Mace from Storm's End will advance to King's Landing first."

Green smiled lightly and said: "The Duke of Metz definitely loves his daughter more than Storm's End, but he will not give up easily. Moreover, he also knows that Count Matus Rowan is a reliable person. , At least it can ensure the safety of Miss Margaery. After returning, I will immediately arrange to send my personal letter to the Duke of Metz to appease his mood."

His upper body leaned forward slightly: "I hope you can leave as soon as possible. Don't forget that Cersei personally released a 'monster' in King's Landing."

"Are you referring to the sect's armed forces?"

"Yes, you can know the dangers of the Order's armed forces by reading "True History", otherwise Maegor I would not have issued such a statement that the head of a warrior's son is worth a golden dragon, and the scalp of a member of the Poor Covenant is worth a silver stag. Bounty."

Green took a sip of wine and continued: "There is no difference between an overly pious monk and a lunatic. As far as I know, the new archbishop, the High Sparrow, is exactly such a monster. The longer we face such a person, the longer we wait. We should not place any hope in his 'normality', nor should we underestimate his madness... While the High Sparrow still has some concerns and sense, we must quickly appease Duke Tyrell."

He raised his glass: "In this way, we can prevent the next war in the Seven Kingdoms."

Sir James nodded and said, "This is a good idea."

After a pause, he looked at Green: "What do you plan to do with those monks who picked up axes?"

"I?"

Green raised his eyebrows, thought for a moment, and replied: "If I had the power, I would immediately disarm the Order as soon as the situation is under control. James, if you don't want to be ended by war, the best way is to end the war with your own hands. source.”

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Before leaving, Green promised James: "Sir Davon's performance is quite satisfactory to me. In a few days... seven days at most, I will send someone to inform him to take away a thousand Kleb soldiers."

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Outside the throne room, dark clouds hung in the sky like a heavy iron curtain.

In the throne room, the Iron Throne towered behind Cersei Lannister, who sat on a golden wooden seat piled with crimson cushions at the bottom of the stairs.

The firelight of the brazier swayed, and the countless barbs and tangles of the Iron Throne cast a twisted shadow, covering her.

Cersei is approaching the Iron Bank's emissary, Nahor Demetris.

With a perfunctory smile on her face, she was mentally commenting on the person in front of her...the dress was disgusting, the name was disgusting, and the voice was disgusting.

The Chancellor of the Exchequer, under Cersei's order, has delayed the Iron Bank messenger who came to pay the royal family's debt for half a month.

She really wanted to delay it for another year and a half, but Lord Gyles Rosby reported yesterday that he could no longer deal with Nahor Demitis.

What else does the chancellor do besides cough? Queen Cersei had to personally summon a messenger from the Iron Bank.

Cersei shifted in her seat, and Nahor Demitis told her about the Iron Bank debt as soon as they met, without even taking a breath.

Cersei still waited for Nahor Demitis to take a breath, and she quickly said: "Your Excellency Demitis, it seems that your problem should be discussed with the Kingdom's Finance Minister."

Naho Dimitis replied with a stiff face: "I have talked to Count Gales six times, and every time he coughed at me and apologized to me, but..."

His voice was filled with complaints: "Your Majesty, your Minister of Finance did not give me back a Bronze Star!"

Hearing this, Cersei's red lips raised in a happy arc and said: "I suggest you talk to him again. Seven is a lucky number in my Westeros."

After a pause, Naho Demitis' face darkened: "Your Majesty, you seem to like to joke."

The smile on Cersei's face faded: "Your Excellency, if I joke, I will laugh. Do you see me laughing? Do you hear my laughter? I promise you, when I joke, man They all laugh."

Naho Demitis' expression changed, and finally he sighed: "Okay, I'll tell you about King Robert again..."

This time, Cersei interrupted him directly: "He's already in his grave."

"His Majesty………"

"After the rebellion is suppressed, the Iron Bank will naturally get the gold, and it will end here."

Without waiting for a response from the Iron Bank envoy, Queen Cersei ordered the red-robed guard standing aside: "Please escort the distinguished envoy out."

Naho Demitis glanced at Cersei arrogantly, then turned and left without waiting for the red robe to come over.

With a contemptuous snort, Cersei said to the Kingsguard: "Ser Meryn, take me back to Maegor's Tower."

This afternoon, on behalf of the royal family, she was going to the Great Cathedral of Baelor to visit Little Rose, who was imprisoned in the Black Room by the High Sparrow.

She was very curious about what the noble Miss Rose was like now being tortured by the monks...

The corners of Cersei's mouth couldn't help but curl up. She had to seize the time to soak in a hot bath, wear gorgeous clothes and jewelry, and comfort the little poor one.

If Little Rose's embarrassment could make her feel better, she might kindly suggest that the High Sparrow try the case as soon as possible so that the poor little girl would suffer less torture.

Maegor's Tower.

The bathroom was steaming, and Cersei was happily immersed in the golden tub. Her blonde hair floated in the water, and her fair skin glowed with a faint blush under the moisture of the warm water.

When she was thinking about how to use her outstanding wisdom to make Little Rose confess the crime of betraying the king, the bathroom door was suddenly pushed open, and a chubby little figure broke in.

"Mom, you must let Margaery go, this is the king's order!"

Order?

Cersei's face twisted for a moment as she looked at her son who came to the bathtub and screamed at his mother for Margaery.

She first signaled the maid who followed her to close the door and leave, and then said coldly: "Tommen, it seems that the lesson last time failed to teach you to respect your mother."

At the mention of "class", the little fat king couldn't help but trembled, but he still mustered up the courage and said: "The monk has no right to imprison my fiancée..."

Mother's eyes became more and more terrifying, and Tommen's voice gradually became smaller. He blushed and whispered: "Mom, please let her come back. I want to play with her, and she promised me to play with me." Knight game."

"Tommen, come."

After slowing down, Cersei stretched out a hand to rub the top of her son's head, and said in a gentle voice: "I also love Margaery very much. She is cute and kind. But..."

Her tone became sad: "I have to tell you the truth. Your fiancée betrayed your love. She climbed into the bed of another man without telling you... As your mother and the queen regent of the kingdom, I can't forgive her."

After listening to his mother's sincere words, Tommen didn't believe it at all. He shook his head vigorously: "That's a frame-up. Margaery will not betray me, absolutely not. I believe her!"

Cersei was furious. She barely suppressed her fluctuating emotions and said, "What I said is the truth. The old nun reported to me the results of Margaery's physical examination the night before yesterday. She is not a virgin."

Her voice became gentler, and she rubbed her son's head again: "Tommen, how can such a slutty woman become the queen of the Seven Kingdoms? I will choose you again..."

Tommen interrupted sharply: "That's because Margaery was injured while riding a horse when she was young. She told me a long time ago (Chapter 432)! The old nun doesn't understand anything. This is the love and care of the gods for Margaery. !”