The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

The dense sound of horse hooves came from far away, shaking the ground slightly. Hundreds of marigold flags fluttered in the wind, and hundreds of cavalry gathered like a surging tide, as if surging through a gorgeous sea of ​​flowers.

The knights' armor flashed a cold light in the sun. Earl Matus looked up and could clearly see from their emblems that these people came from the Valley, the Riverlands and the King's Territory.

Among them, several captains of the city gate guards in golden robes wearing gorgeous armor were particularly eye-catching.

Earl Matus's neck rolled, and a strong sense of uneasiness and vigilance surged in his heart... King's Landing is under the control of Duke Green, or he is about to hold the entire city in his hands.

Duke Metz must enter King's Landing as soon as possible, only in this way... can the interests of the Riverlands be protected. This is Earl Matus's first judgment.

At the same time, he also knew clearly that Miss Margaret must never become a bargaining chip for Duke Green to threaten the Riverlands.

Thinking of this, Count Matus's broad chest rose and fell, and he slowly exhaled to keep himself calm.

He slowly spoke, his voice steady and firm: "Respected Duke Crab, the situation in King's Landing is in chaos. At this time, the friendship between Tyrell and Crab will be related to the stability of the kingdom, and this friendship is particularly precious."

After a pause, he said: "Especially at this time, if you don't allow me to accompany Miss Margaery, there is a high possibility that unnecessary misunderstandings will arise between Tyrell and Crab... and once a misunderstanding occurs, the consequences will be disastrous."

With his right hand on his chest, he bowed slightly to Green: "I will send my attendant to report to the Duke of Mace. For the sake of the kingdom and the king, please allow me to follow Miss Margaery to fulfill the responsibilities and obligations of the Knights of the River Bay."

After listening to Matus' sincere words mixed with some threats, Green's hand lightly tapped the ruby ​​hilt of the sword at his waist.

After a brief and solemn silence, Green's voice came over: "Give him a horse."

After saying that, Green threw his blue cloak embroidered with marsh marigolds, and turned to walk towards the carriage.

Green's "concession" made Matus feel very sudden, and he was stunned at first.

But he quickly reacted and reached out to take the reins handed over by a Cleber blue robe.

When Matus got on the horse, when he saw Matus's eyes sweeping over his guards, the voice of the captain of the Iron Gate Guard, Sir Damien Gort, came over.

"Earl Rowan, they don't have a horse."

The captain of the King's Gate Guard, Sir Ross Lagate, laughed: "Yes, Lord Green's order is to give him a horse."

"Your ragged robe guards have no share."

Amid the laughter of the captains of the gold robes, Earl Matus glanced at them coldly, gripped the hilt of his sword, and said: "I am enough alone."

…………

Bang, the carriage door was closed.

Sitting down slowly in the carriage, Green first took off his cloak and put it aside, then turned his head... His eyes met a pair of watery eyes beside him.

Margaret was wearing a gray coarse cloth dress like a nun. She looked up at him slightly, with her hands folded in front of her belly, and her sitting posture with her waist straight was very graceful.

At this time, the little rose of the high garden had regained her composure. She smiled at him, and her rosy lips opened slightly, like a blooming flower.

"Long time no see, my knight..."

At this time, the carriage suddenly shook slightly, interrupting Margaret's next words.

The carriage with the marigold flag began to move forward slowly.

After a pause, the little rose was about to continue speaking, but her eyes widened.

Green suddenly came over, and she passively lay on the soft chair, and he looked down at her from above.

The sandals on Margaret's feet fell on the carpet under the chair.

The skirt was pulled up to the waist. Little Rose moved her slender and round legs. She said in panic: "Duke Green, you...can't do this... um..."

The slightly cool lips pressed over, and Margaret's eyes opened wider. After a long while, she closed her eyes and gently responded to his kiss.

After the lips parted, Little Rose reached out and grabbed Marigold's hand to stop it from wandering on her body.

Margaret's breathing was a little rapid, and she stared at him: "The kingdom is waiting for you, now..."

Then, she saw the "pain" flash across Green's face, and she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She raised her hand and stroked Green's cheek, saying softly: "I will make it up to you next time, my knight, I just got my period."

………

When Green sat down again, Margaret also stood up. She first adjusted her skirt, smoothed the wrinkled skirt, and then smoothed her long brown curly hair.

Green untied the wine bag hanging around his waist, pulled out the cork, raised his head and took a big sip. After a pause, he suddenly said, "Miss Margaery, do you remember our first meeting?"

"Of course."

Margaery gently threw her hair back, nodded, stared at him with a pair of watery elk eyes, and said gently, "At that time you wanted me, the Baron of Whisper Castle from Crab Claw Peninsula."

Green curved his lips, and after a moment of silence, he sighed and said, "I have to admit that I still underestimated your wisdom. I really didn't expect... Cersei would lose so quickly."

He took a sip of wine: "Congratulations, Miss Margaery."

Hearing this, Margaery's brown eyes trembled slightly. She shook her head and said sadly: "No, Cersei, and me, she and I... are actually losers. We all underestimated the coldness of the High Sparrow. ”

She leaned gently against Green's chest and whispered: "Just call me Margaery, my good knight."

After a pause, Green's voice came from above Margery's head: "I feel that the wooden cart was not an accident."

Margery nodded slightly in Green's arms, and then hugged his waist tightly with her hands.

Green continued: "The majesty of the royal family was trampled by the Church of the Seven Gods in full view of the public..."

He lowered his eyes, and in his sight was Margaery's silky hair: "...I heard that the High Sparrow plans to put you on trial for some charges. Are you still going to cooperate with him, Margaery?"

Margaery raised a hand: "I'm thirsty too, knight."

Taking the wine bag in Green's hand, she took a sip, and then spoke slowly: "The sparrow's rudeness scares me, but my groundless accusations..."

She sighed softly: "Perhaps only the church's trial can prove my innocence."

Putting one hand on Green's chest, she looked up at him, her voice filled with helplessness and powerlessness: "As the king's fiancée and the future queen of the Seven Kingdoms, when I started being framed by those people, I There is no more choice, dear Green."