The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

In previous private meetings, Arianne always wore light clothes. Today... she wore a snow-white dress with a low slit neckline and gold edges. This unusual dress made Lord Green feel a little uncomfortable.

Under the sunlight, Arianne's olive skin seemed to be stained with a layer of golden light, exuding a unique charm different from that of Andal women.

Her black and white eyes gently swept over Green, and she gracefully lifted her skirt: "Meet Regent Crab, good day."

Green arranged a high-standard welcoming etiquette for the Dornish envoy. The ministers of the Royal Council, Grand Maester Pycelle and Earl Gales, came forward to greet Princess Arianne in turn.

After the cumbersome greetings, Green personally hosted a banquet in the dining room of the throne room to entertain Princess Arianne and many Dornish nobles who accompanied her.

At this moment, laughter continued to be heard from the table filled with delicious food and fine wine. Compared with the friendly ministers of the Red Castle, most of the Dornish nobles had a kind of arrogance on their faces.

Green and Arianne sat on two oak chairs at the main seat, he on the right and she on the left.

"You are so charming, you shine, and let the sad King's Landing feel the warm sunshine from Dorne."

Chuckles.

Arianne laughed so hard that her body shook. She turned her face slightly and said with a slightly teasing tone: "Your tongue is the real heart-warmer."

She sipped the wine gracefully, paused, and her smile was slightly restrained: "I am surprised, but not very surprised, Regent Green."

Green leaned on the armrest, and there was a trace of fatigue in his tone: "This city is always full of surprises, Princess Arianne."

"Hmm?"

Arianne tilted her head and looked at Green: "Was the roar of the lion echoing in the Great Cathedral also an accident?"

Her words seemed to drop a stone on the calm lake, instantly making the atmosphere a little subtle, and the surrounding eyes could not help but move over.

Green supported his cheek with one hand, and his brown eyes and black eyes looked at each other silently for a while, and sighed: "He will atone for his sins."

Arianne stared at him closely and asked: "How will he atone for his sins?"

Her fullness rose and fell slightly, as if she was suppressing some emotions in her heart.

Without waiting for Green's response, Arianne continued: "I really envy Lannister, he can wield the sword of revenge for his sister."

The silence on the table gradually spread, and the people who were originally talking to each other gradually stopped talking, and more eyes were focused on the main seat where Green and Arianne were.

"Regent."

The Earl of Hellgate, Harman Uller, who was sitting a few people away, stood up from his chair: "I heard that the regicide now has a new title-the God Killer?"

His rough voice sounded in the quiet restaurant, and it was particularly clear.

Green glanced expressionlessly at the direction where Earl Harman's voice came from, and suddenly laughed: "There is someone in this world who can kill a god? Can you tell me which...god he killed?"

Seeing Earl Harman standing there, not knowing how to respond, Sir Roger Arion of God's Grace said: "Your Highness the Regent, the Archbishop is the spokesperson for the gods in heaven on earth."

Green sat up slowly and said: "But the Archbishop is not the god himself, just like..."

He glanced at the Dorne nobles around him: "...As the envoys of Prince Doran Martell, you can represent him here, but you are not him. And..."

There was a sharp flash in his eyes: "...Compared to the title of Archbishop snatched with an axe, looking at what the High Sparrow did, he is more like a traitor who plotted to overthrow the royal family."

Finally, Green looked at Arianne, with a slight curve at the corner of his mouth: "Beautiful Princess Martell, do you still have doubts now?"

What doubts can she have?

Arianne curled her lips reluctantly: "Perhaps, I have the honor to watch the wonderful trial of the Kingslayer."

Green shook his head slightly: "This matter must be ended as soon as possible, rather than causing any more trouble."

He ignored Arianne who was about to speak, but raised his hand to signal Earl Harman and Sir Roger to sit down.

Then, he picked up the wine glass on the table and slowly swept his eyes over everyone: "Everyone, Dorne has always been a member of the Seven Kingdoms. Welcome you again, the envoys from Dorne."    The Regent's banquet continued in a fairly friendly atmosphere.

In today's meeting, Green exuded a strangeness to her as if they had met for the first time. Before... the ambiguity she deliberately left between the two of them seemed to have disappeared without a trace.

Thinking of this, Arianne bit her red lower lip lightly, tilted her upper body slightly, and whispered hoarsely: "Regent, I am actually curious whether your tongue is 'sharp' or your other sword is 'sharp'."

"………"

Sudden teasing………

Green raised one eyebrow slightly. Doesn't this Dorne princess understand that the negotiation between them has begun since they met today?

Looking at Arianne's clear eyes like black pearls, Green smiled lightly and raised his glass to her: "Cheers to the charming princess."

Since the warm atmosphere can increase the trust of the Dorne princess, as the regent who is responsible for the peace of the seven kingdoms, he doesn't mind catering to it a little for the kingdom.

Taking a sip of wine, Lord Green said again: "If I have the honor to work with Her Royal Highness, I think the ministers of the Red Castle will be happy every day………"

Next, the atmosphere at the table became more relaxed and pleasant, and laughter and conversation filled the entire restaurant again, as if the previous small conflict had never happened.

…………

After the banquet was over, Green and Arianne went to the petition hall in the throne room.

Arianne stopped at the bottom of the steps and quietly looked up at the ferocious-shaped Iron Throne. The hem of her skirt swirled, and she turned around to face Green, who was standing beside her.

"Dear Regent, were you just inviting me to join the Royal Council?"

Green looked at the Iron Throne with his hands behind his back. The cold metal reflected the dazzling light under the sunlight, causing him to squint his eyes slightly.

His voice was slightly emotional: "Dorn... The Martell family has been away from the Seven Kingdoms for too long."

After the words fell, the hall fell into a silent silence.

After a pause, Arianne's lips curved in a mocking arc: "Should Dorne thank the Regent for his sympathy?"

Green's calm and profound eyes moved to Arianne: "It's not sympathy, it's empathy."

Arianne's eyes trembled slightly, and she seemed to catch something different from Green's eyes.

She took a step forward, looked up and stared into Green's eyes, and spoke slowly: "I heard many rumors about you in King's Landing, and one of them...someone said that you had compassion for the once loyal warriors."

Green shrugged slightly: "Rumors are scary and will make some people very upset."

After a pause, his tone changed and he said seriously: "Princess Arianne, I hope that Prince Doran Nameros Martell will serve as the Minister of Justice of the Royal Council to assist me in governing the kingdom."

Hearing this, Arianne's beautiful eyes couldn't help but widen slightly: "My father?"

The flash of anger on her face did not escape Green's eyes. He nodded: "The Seven Kingdoms, which have been in chaos for a long time, are in great need of a strong royal council. The news of the Martell family's return to King's Landing can also be better understood. To appease the people of the Seven Kingdoms.”

Arianne looked at Green, who was full of sincerity, and she suddenly pursed her lips and smiled: "Of course I can't refuse your proposal."

She took a step forward and placed her right hand on Green's chest: "Rather than a seat on the royal council, I hope for a marriage, such as...Princess Myrcella Baratheon."

Green frowned and said, "This is difficult. According to Queen Cersei's will, Princess Myrcella has inherited the title of Duke of Casterly Rock and the entire Western Territory."

Arianne chuckled softly: "My dear brother won't mind marrying to the West."

Green's frown deepened: "Obviously, this proposal is not wonderful. You should know very well that Princess Myrcella's marriage can easily cause a new round of turmoil in the Seven Kingdoms. Arianne Martell, I want to know... …”

His eyes narrowed slightly: "...Is this the negotiation condition of the Prince of Dorne?"