The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Asha raised her eyebrows: "Didn't Hotho Harlaw follow him to the Crow's Eye to plunder the Reach? He's back?"

Rodrik closed the book on the table and said, "He's back. Aeron asked him to come back."

"Uncle Aeron?"

Rodrik tapped his lower back with the back of his hand and said, "Hosou came back under Aeron's order. He gave you the Crow's Eye treasure as a gift."

Asha blinked: "He actually stole... Well, I didn't expect that his craftsmanship was pretty good."

"The Crow's Eye underestimated Aeron. Although he is a priest serving the Drowned God, he is still a sea monster."

Rodrik stood up slowly: "Let's go, you should like that thing, maybe it can just help you."

After the two of them entered the lord's weapons room, Asha looked around casually and said, "My uncle, the only unchanged place in Ten Tower City is here."

She was referring to the various weapons that had been handed down from the previous generations of Harluo family heads. After his uncle inherited the Ten Tower City, there wasn't even an extra dagger here.

"Knowledge is the real sharp edge."

Rodrik pointed to a wooden box placed on the long table and said, "Open it and take a look."

Hearing this, Asha walked over directly. When she opened the lid and saw what was inside, she said with some disbelief: "Is this the Dragon's Horn?"

Rodrik nodded slightly, and came to Asha's side, staring at the strange magic talisman engraved on the horn, and said: "I translated the Valyrian rune on it, and its name is 'Dragon Binder' ”

"Dear uncle, the city should grant you the title of doctor."

As Asha spoke, she enthusiastically stretched out her hands to pick up the dragon horn and looked at it carefully.

Candlelight flickers.

The dragon's horn's black light shone brightly, and Asha could see her own distorted reflection on his surface.

When Asha curiously wanted to blow the dragon's horn, Rodrik reached out to stop him: "The meaning of the Valyrian runes is - I am the Dragonbinder, and no mortal can make me make a sound and survive." , blood for fire, fire for blood.”

Asha raised an eyebrow: "Is this some strange curse?"

Rodrik worriedly put the dragon horn in Asha's hand back into the box, and then said: "During the king selection meeting, I found that the mouth of the person who blew the dragon horn was full of blood and blisters, and then... He died soon after, and I had him dissected quietly."

He looked at Asha: "We found that his lungs had turned into coke, which just fulfilled the warning of the Valyrian rune."

"What an interesting thing."

Asha joked for a moment, then the smile on her face suddenly faded, and she said in a deep voice: "The Crow's Eye will never let Uncle Aeron go."

Rodrik was silent for a moment and said: "Not only Aeron, Crow's Eye will never tolerate the appearance of a new owner of the Dragon Horn."

He took out the rolled parchment from his sleeve and handed it over: "Eron left his last words."

Asha paused slightly, then took the parchment from her uncle's hand. She took a few steps and started reading by the light of the brazier.

After Asha finished reading the letter, she threw the parchment into the brazier, and whoosh - the flames rose and twisted.

She smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "My uncle loves me very much. He suggested that I help my brother drive Crow's Eye out of the sea stone."

She shrugged: "He also suggested that I marry to the Green Land to ease the hostility of the Seven Kingdoms towards the Iron Islands."

Asha reached out and touched the dragon's horn, her eyes reflecting the firelight: "Uncle Aeron suggested using this thing in exchange for Theon's safe return to the Iron Islands."

Rodrik sighed slightly: "Asha, don't misunderstand Aeron's kindness."

Asha grabbed the body of the Dragon Horn and said mockingly: "What kind of kindness is this?"

Rodrik glanced at the "Eron's suicide note" that had been reduced to ashes in the brazier, and said slowly: "Eron may understand the cunning and cruelty of the Crow's Eye better than we do. According to his proposal... no matter the outcome, no matter the outcome, , you are all safe, he hopes to have a husband in a green land to protect you."

He sighed again: "Your father invaded the North, and the Crow's Eye invaded the Reach. Perhaps... Aeron knew very well that if the war in the Seven Kingdoms ended, the next one would be revenge on the Iron Islands, just like Robert I did that.”

"That will happen in the future. If the Ironborn live all day long worrying about things that have not yet happened, that will be the real disaster for the Iron Islands."

Asha took a few deep breaths, suppressed the anger in her heart, and continued: "Uncle, when I choose to take back the position of Haishi, there is only one ending for me, either life or death."

After a pause, she suddenly grinned and said: "If I win, I will marry Theon to the Green Land and let him contribute to the Iron Islands."

Rodrik shook his head helplessly and said: "Because Aeron sent the Dragon Horn, at least you are no longer so passive."

"My uncle, do you have any good ideas?"

Rodrik closed the box containing the "Dragon Binder" and then faced Asha with a rare serious expression: "Asha, you have to listen to me this time. You treat it as a gift of cooperation and give it to me personally. Duke Greene Kleb."

The two looked at each other silently for a while, and Asha broke the silence: "Dear uncle, do you want to throw the bait out?"

The shadows formed by the firelight covered Rodrik's eyes: "Yes, the fisherman is a famous general known to all seven countries."

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King's Road.

Sandor Clegane stared at the sword with the broken blade in his hand with complicated eyes for a while, and then moved his eyes to the person opposite.

Last night, the farmhouse where he was staying suddenly caught fire. He threw the farmer's two children out of the house, but he was trapped inside.

The flames awakened the fear buried deep in his heart. As he was waiting to die, a fat figure pulled him out of the burning farmhouse.

His voice was hoarse and harsh: "Valyrian ax?"

He glanced at the one-handed ax with a faint light in Mengton's hand: "You actually got such a thing?"

Mengton smiled naively and said, "This belongs to Lord Green."

"...No need to compete anymore, I admit defeat."

After saying that, the hunting dog that was forced to compete by Menton threw away the broken sword in his hand.

"Hey, I'll treat you to barbecue."

"I still have to go on my way, tell me, what do you want me to do?"

Faced with the hound's rejection, Menton stepped forward directly, and the two competed for a while with their raw strength. Finally... the hound was pulled to the side of the bonfire by Menton.

After chewing a few times, the hunting dog swallowed the roast meat in his mouth, then took the wine bag handed over by Menton, and drank more than half of the wine.

He casually wiped the corners of his mouth with his big hand and said, "Thank you for yesterday."

"hey-hey."

Munton's dull-looking eyes moved towards the hunting dog beside him: "Clegane, I saved you and defeated you. You can be my adjutant."

The hound's eyes were surrounded by large, twisted scars. His gray eyes moved towards Menton: "I just took off my white robe."

Mengton handed over another big piece of barbecue and said in a naive voice: "You are a wandering knight now, just come with me."

After looking down at the oily barbecue in Menton's big hand, he reached out and grabbed it, tore it off hard and said, "I'm not a knight."

Mengton scratched his head and said doubtfully: "You took the risk to save the child. Are you... a knight who is not a knight?"

The hunting dog gulped down the roasted meat with a few mouthfuls of wine, put his hands and braces on the ground, stretched out his big feet, and leaned back: "How many golden dragons are you giving me?"

The crouching Menton looked like a hill. He got slightly closer to Sandor and lowered his voice: "100 golden dragons are given every year to make contributions to the land. Our Lord Duke is very fair."

He suddenly remembered the words he had heard many times from Green, and then added: "Food and shelter are also included."

The hunting dog looked at Menton who was tempting him coldly and said, "You have to give me a sword in return."

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King's Landing, Great Sept of Baelor.

Being woken up, falling asleep, being woken up again.

Owl hour, wolf hour, nightingale hour, the moon rises and sets, dusk passes and dawn comes.

There was no fireplace or brazier in the cell, and each night seemed colder than the last.

Cersei tried many times to fight off the serving maids who brought the food, but they overpowered her. Not only were they more numerous, they were also stronger.

The result...she would be stripped naked and left huddled under a blanket until the tattered robe was returned.

The only narrow window is the only way Cersei can understand what is happening in the city, because the nuns never tell her anything, they only read the Seven Stars Bible or pray to her.

The only thing Cersei is sure of is that Jaime and Grimm haven't returned yet.

Qyburn is her only visitor, and apart from that her only world is herself and the nun who watches over her.

After Qyburn promised her to deliver the message, he never appeared again. She speculated that... Qyburn might have died, and his head was nailed to the spear point of the city by the traitors.

After taking charge of the kingdom, she promoted many people, and she couldn't even remember who they were, but...those people abandoned her when she needed help, leaving her imprisoned, and overthrowing the kingdom to those conspiracies. The people she ruled surrendered.

Cersei hated feeling helpless.

She made threats, she tried to be gentle with them, and she accepted every insult.

She also prayed to every god she could think of, and she prayed frantically, but no god gave her a reply. The seven gods were as deaf as their servants in the human world.

She tried everything she could to get out of the situation except tears, and by the end she was just more desperate.

"Only the innocent can enjoy a carefree sleep. Confess the crime and you can sleep like a newborn baby."

The old nuns shook her and roared, and Cersei was so tortured by them that she once thought she was having a nightmare in the comfortable big bed of the Red Keep.

James......

Green......

She also has the two most loyal swords. As long as they return to King's Landing, she can leave this hell immediately. Then she will kill them all!

She told herself that her son needed her and her kingdom needed her. She was still the heir of Lord Tywin and the daughter of Casterly Rock. She must never give up to those lowly beggars!

Crunch————

The harsh sound of opening the door came, and a trace of fear flashed across Cersei's haggard face. Whenever she heard this sound, her body began to tremble involuntarily.

"Your Majesty the Queen Mother."

This is………

Cersei's eyes widened and her vision blurred for a moment. Was it him? !

She murmured weakly: "Qyburn..."

After gently closing the door and placing the candlestick on the chair, Cobain said, "It's me, Her Majesty the Queen Mother."

Really Cobain? !

Cersei's vision gradually became clearer, and she finally saw the man in front of her clearly. She almost cried loudly on the spot.

But after enduring it, the lioness would never shed tears.

Qyburn first touched Cersei's forehead, then took one of her hands, paused, and said: "You have a fever, you need treatment."

Cersei leaned against the cold wall weakly, and said hoarsely: "When will Jaime and Green come back?"

She coughed a few times: "Don't let Jaime come back alone foolishly, let him come back with the army."

Qyburn sighed lightly: "After receiving your order, I sent out ravens and messengers. A messenger brought news this morning. He met Ser Jaime on his way to Storm's End on his way to Riverrun."

Cersei's eyes widened slightly: "Why did Jaime go to Storm's End? That idiot, he came back alone, right?"

Qyburn shook his head slightly: "He refused to read your letter, he ignored the messenger, and chose to continue on his way... He almost killed the person I sent."

Cersei stared at Qyburn in a daze. After an unknown period of time, her vision became blurred, and tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes.

She roared hoarsely: "Jaime, Jaime, Jaime, how dare she betray me! Impossible, absolutely impossible! Qyburn, you are lying to me, are you betraying me too? You are lying to me, right, right, Jaime is my brother, he will never...never..."

The throat was torn with pain, and Cersei covered her neck in pain and could not make a sound.

Facing the weak and angry lioness, Qyburn still had a kind expression on his face: "My Queen Mother, I did not betray you. You must find a way to leave here. Your health will not allow you to stay here... any longer."

Cersei suddenly grabbed Qyburn's thin wrist and squeezed out a voice with difficulty: "Green... his news..."

"I got the news that the Lannister army was defeated by Tully. Lord Green should be cleaning up the mess over there."

Qyburn shook his head slightly: "Whether Duke Green comes back immediately or later, it will be disadvantageous to you. They are all afraid of the 'bloody earl'. According to my investigation... the High Sparrow and Pycelle have reached an agreement. Before Duke Green arrives at King's Landing, they will do everything they can to make you confess your crimes."

He lowered his voice slightly: "You must live and wait for Duke Green alive, Your Majesty the Queen Mother."

Cersei understood Qyburn's reminder. If she continued to resist, the traitors would kill her, and then fabricate various charges to announce her crimes to the Seven Kingdoms before Green entered King's Landing.

Cersei closed her eyes. She couldn't die here. She had to leave here. Only in this way could she get revenge!

If she had the power of Jaime, she could escape the High Sparrow's cell by herself, but the gods were blind and only gave her a weak body of a woman.

Cersei twisted her mouth and growled. She knew that if she didn't want to lose, she had to plead guilty first.

After Cersei vented her anger for a while, Qyburn's gentle voice sounded: "Your Majesty?"

"I will...consider it carefully..."