The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Everyone moved towards Tommen's position and bowed slightly respectfully.

"Tommen."

Green stretched out a hand and put it on the little king's shoulder: "The seven countries are paying attention to you, be strong."

Tommen sniffed: "I understand, Prince Regent Green."

Green's gaze moved to the side: "Princess Myrcella, I will take care of it in the West. When the time comes...whether you want to stay with Tommen in the Red Keep or go to Casterly Rock, I will respect your choice. "

Myrcella wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and gave Green a gentle salute: "Thank you, Your Highness the Regent. I will consider it carefully."

Seeing Green speaking softly to comfort the king and princess, the people around him couldn't help but nodded in approval for his kindness...and his care and responsibility for the royal family.

Green raised his eyes to look at Margaery, then nodded and stood up.

"Everyone."

Green looked around. Everyone in the church fell silent and focused on him.

He spoke slowly: "May the gods protect the king."

"May the gods bless the king..."

Everyone responded, and their neat and deep voices echoed in every corner of the church, adding solemnity and solemnity to this sad moment.

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"Ser Jaime."

An Gai came to the sarcophagus. Seeing James's delay in responding, he called out again.

After a pause, James' green eyes that seemed to have lost their luster finally moved slightly.

An Gai came closer and said, "His Royal Highness Green invites you to talk."

After a while, James exhaled. His eyes struggled to leave Cersei in the sarcophagus, and he said hoarsely: "Lead the way for me."

The God Killer stepped forward slightly stiffly. His posture was no longer as strong as usual, and every step seemed heavy and difficult.

When everyone saw his figure approaching, they all gave way, as if they were very "afraid" that they would come into contact with him.

There was fear, disgust or pity in their eyes, all kinds of complex emotions intertwined together.

James simply ignored these people, raised his chin slightly, and followed Sir Angai.

In Myrcella's worried eyes, James' figure gradually moved away, and finally disappeared into the temple.

Soon, everyone began to salute Cersei's sarcophagus one by one according to their status and status, expressing their condolences and respect.

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Under the steps of the Iron Throne, there is a small round table and two wooden chairs. There is a pot of wine and two cups on the table.

Green sat on one of the chairs and smiled at the approaching white knight: "Please sit down, James."

Jaime Lannister, who had tidied up a little, looked at the ferocious Iron Throne high up, paused slightly, and then sat down.

Crash---

Green picked up the wine flask and poured wine, pushed the filled wine glass towards James, and said, "Are you okay?"

"Very good, better than yesterday." James' voice was slightly hoarse, and he barely raised the corners of his lips in a joking manner.

Picking up the wine glass and taking a sip of Summer Red, Green also joked: "If you haven't killed enough, I can continue to send soldiers to assist you."

James also picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then fell into silence. After a pause, he said: "That's enough."

Green nodded slightly and said, "Yes, it's time to end."

Then there was another moment of silence, and Green suddenly laughed: "You greeted me when I entered the Red Keep for the first time (Chapter 25). I remember that you looked very bad at that time, and I was very nervous."

Hearing this, Sir James couldn't help but smile.

He took a sip of wine, moved his green eyes towards the smiling Green, and suddenly said: "I'm actually very surprised."

Green raised his eyebrows, thought for a moment, and said, "You mean me and Cersei?"

"I thought you had already..." After saying this, James couldn't help but shook his head. He didn't know why he suddenly mentioned this topic.

"Cersei knows very well that even if there is no physical pleasure, I will draw the sword for her."

Green shook the wine glass in his hand and sighed: "James, when you are not around, the lioness does not have many means to protect her cubs."

James sat blankly for a while, his eyes swept across the Iron Throne again, and whispered: "My Cersei..."

His chest rose and fell slowly, and he looked at Green: "What did you think about it?"

"Fear can only buy short-term peace..."

Green leaned back in his chair: "Time will make people gradually forget the hatred between Cersei and the High Sparrow, but they will not forget you. In their hearts, you are the God Killer. To be precise... they need you." To vent your fears.”

He raised his glass to James and said in a sincere tone: "I want to thank you. Without your roar... I would definitely be in a difficult position now."

James raised his glass and took a sip of wine, paused slightly, and said, "No need to thank me, I must kill the High Sparrow. This is my battle of revenge."

Crash---

Green first picked up the wine bottle and filled James' empty wine glass with wine, and then said: "You have to take off your white robe."

Hearing this, Sir James stiffened for a moment, then shrugged: "I very much agree with Sir Barristan's evaluation of me. I should have taken it off a long time ago."

Green stared at James quietly for a while, with a seemingly relaxed smile, and said, "Perhaps there is a way to restore your honor."

James's voice sounded more and more relaxed: "Black robe? This color really suits me. After all, I am a regicide and a god slayer."

"Indeed."

Green shrugged, changed his tone, and said: "According to the warning from the Commander-in-Chief of the Night Watch..."

His expression gradually became serious, and he informed James in detail about the Night's Watch Legion's discovery of the whereabouts of the White Walkers.

Green said slowly: "...I don't know if it's luck or not. If the Night Watchman's information is correct, the scene from thousands of years ago on the Great Wall is likely to be repeated...the battle between the living and the dead. decisive battle."

After a pause, he continued: "I have ordered Sir Humphrey Weishui to go to the Great Wall to investigate. As the regent of the Seven Kingdoms, I need the Lords of the Seven Kingdoms to see it with their own eyes, such as...capture it alive, and Bring it to King's Landing."

James's blue eyes that seemed to have lost all their luster had an imperceptible brightness, but he was still a little unbelievable: "The legendary story will really... come true?"

Green rubbed his head and sighed: "I believe in the honor of the Night Watch Corps and Commander-in-Chief Mormont. Just in case, I must stabilize the situation in the Seven Kingdoms now."

After a moment of silence, Jaime's voice came over: "I will go north as soon as possible. If a public trial is needed, I will go to the dungeon to stay." Green shook his head: "Jaime Lannister puts on the black robe. This has already happened." Enough to shut up."

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In the small hall of the temple, Margaery, Myrcella, and Tommen were sitting around having lunch.

Myrcella ate the white bread in small bites, while Tommen observed the vegetable salad and milk on the table with red and swollen eyes.

Seeing this, Margery shook her head with a smile and said: "This is the temple, my king."

She stretched out her fingers and pinched Chubby Tommen's cheek: "When you get over your sadness, everything will be fine."

Tommen's nose trembled slightly: "I want to grow up quickly, I want to be as powerful as the brave Garland."

Margaery blinked one eye: "I'm really looking forward to it, Your Majesty."

Tommen said seriously in his childish voice: "Margaery, I will protect you."

Margery handed over the white bread: "In order to become strong early, you must first fill your stomach, my protector."

Tommen nodded heavily, took the white bread, and took a big bite.

The only sound on the table was the occasional soft sound of a fork touching the plate, and the occasional whisper of a little rose in Tommen's ear.

Little Tommen, who loves sweets, struggled to swallow the last piece of bread in his hand with Margaery's "encouragement".

"You're amazing."

Hearing Margaery's compliment, Tommen put down the milk glass with a shy smile on his face.

She kissed the top of Tommen's head gently: "This is a reward, my lord."

Tommen clenched his fist, and then he reached out and picked up another piece of white bread.

When Tommen swallowed half of the bread with difficulty, Margaery's brown eyes moved, she glanced at the princess who was sipping milk, and said: "Tommen, Myrcella, my maid told me that the regent and the queen The ministers are busy day and night for the king."

Little Rose's soft voice fell, Tommen deflated, and Myrcella asked softly: "Miss Margaery, do you have any suggestions for this? In other words, what can Tommen and I do for them? What?"

Margaery rubbed Tommen's hair and said, "I was thinking... a simple meal together can also express the king's care and gratitude to them."

Then, she leaned forward slightly: "The decision to merge the Stormlands into the Kingdom is an unprecedented event in the Seven Kingdoms. If we listen more to their suggestions, it will be very helpful to Tommen's growth."

Myrcella nodded slightly in agreement: "Yes, I also believe this is a good opportunity for Tommen to learn how to govern a country."

Her clear blue eyes seemed to be reminiscing: "Mom once told us that she liked Green's decisive style of doing things. He has..."

"They're all liars!"

Tommen suddenly interrupted Myrcella's words, and hot tears kept falling down the little fat face: "Mother said that James and Green were her sharp blades, and no one could hurt her. They lied to mother, They failed to protect..."

Margaery's pupils shrank, she looked rarely serious, and she reached out to cover Tommen's mouth.

"Tommen, you are the king."

After saying that, she immediately glanced at the maid standing not far away, and then... her eyes moved to the green-robed guards of the Tyrell family guarding the entrance to the small hall.

Finally, her eyes were fixed on the Kingsguard standing behind the king like statues - Ser Mandon Moore and Ser Meryn Trant.

Seeing the two Kingsguards standing there staring at each other, Margaery finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She looked back at the little king who was sobbing softly, and her tone was still solemn: "Tommen, you have no reason to blame them. You also told me personally that justice is the most beautiful character of the king, isn't it?"

After a pause, Tommen pursed his lips and nodded.

Myrcella also echoed warmly: "When mother was in danger, Uncle James and His Highness Green were fighting in the Riverlands, and..."

The princess clenched her fingers under the table. She did not continue to speak, and did not express her deep concern about James' "god-killing" move...

As she and Margaery wiped away her brother's tears, she added: "We lost our mother, and Uncle Jaime lost his sister. He must be in great pain, Tommen."

Tommen sobbed, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't think like that..."

Margaery buried his head in her arms and gently comforted him, "You're just too sad. No one will blame you, Your Majesty."

Myrcella had to force herself to cheer up in order to comfort her brother's depression: "Yes, this is the power of a child, my crybaby brother."

Tommen muttered dissatisfiedly: "I'm not a child, nor a crybaby."

Margaery smiled at Myrcella, and she curled her lips: "Okay, you are our little~king."

"I'm a man, I will definitely grow up quickly, and I will soon surpass you!"

He emphasized his advantage angrily, then he left Little Rose's arms and looked at them separately.

Little Rose raised her eyebrows and looked at Tommen, and Myrcella also looked at her brother who suddenly became "serious" in front of her with a little doubt.

Tommen hesitated for a long time before he said, "Will Uncle Stannis be sad to lose the Stormlands? If he is caught, can I pardon him?"

Margaery hugged Tommen into her arms again, her eyes trembling slightly.

She murmured, "Tommen, you will definitely become a good king who is loved by everyone."

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Towards dusk, the flags of the swamp marigolds fluttered in the sea breeze, and the Crabbe fleet led by Earl Davos Seaworth appeared on the sparkling surface of the Blackwater Bay under the Red Castle.

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At about the same time, thousands of Crabbe soldiers entered King's Landing from the Old Gate (one of the seven gates), and they began to slowly pass through the northern area of ​​the city amid the cheers of the women of the women's branch along the street.

The Sand Snakes—Obaia Sand and Nymeria Sand leaned against the window on the second floor. Their wild and sharp eyes were looking down at the rows of pointed helmets moving forward.

Nymeria glanced at Obara, and her eyes, as deep as the night, flashed with complex light: "I didn't expect that the Crabbe army would move so quickly."

Obara's eyes did not leave the bottom, and she said in a deep voice: "Dorne is too far away."

Nymeria shrugged: "What if the distance is close? Will our extremely cautious prince send out troops?"

The afterglow of the setting sun was dazzling, and Obara couldn't help but squint.

There was a sudden movement from the door of the room. Obara and Nymeria immediately looked over vigilantly, and their hands almost simultaneously grasped the hilts of the daggers at their waists.

The door was pushed open, and a figure with long black curly hair swayed in.

She glanced around casually and said, "You have chosen a good place."