The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

In the majestic petition hall, the originally noisy voices suddenly became like a surging wave, setting off a new round of even more noisy voices.

Regent Green looked a little tired. He slowly leaned on the exquisitely shaped chair back, raised his head slightly, and looked straight at the three-headed dragon pattern carved on the dome.

Princess Arianne's eyes were like smart flames, jumping among the noisy crowd. Suddenly, her eyes moved to Green.

Seeing his appearance at this time, Princess Arianne couldn't hold it back, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly, flashing a smile.

Regarding the testimony that Kleib's guard hurriedly brought, Green just waved his hand gently. Seeing this... Prime Minister Metz reached out and took it, lowered his head and started to read.

Princess Arianne's hoarse voice, deliberately lowered, came to Green's ears: "Maybe, this is a good thing for you..."

Green's brown eyes trembled slightly. He turned his head and looked into Princess Arianne's deep black eyes for a moment.

In the brief contact, there seemed to be countless thoughts intertwining between the two people's eyes.

Afterwards, Green calmly withdrew his gaze. He did not make any obvious expression towards Princess Arianne's crazy "temptation", and his face remained stern.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Green looked sideways and asked Prime Minister Mace, who was holding the testimony in his hand: "How is it?"

Mace Tyrell said nothing. He handed over a pile of parchment that was crumpled by himself.

Green took it and flipped through the pages, his brows gradually furrowed... The details were clear enough, the context was reasonable enough, and it was fully convincing.

"Silence! Silence! Silence!"

When the hall became quieter, Green's voice sounded: "Grand Maester, where are these people who provided testimony?"

Pycelle's originally bent waist slowly straightened up again, and his old face showed solemnity: "If you announce a public interrogation, I guarantee that they will appear in time, Your Highness the Regent."

After a pause, Green handed the testimony in his hand to Arianne and spoke slowly: "Do you have any other evidence?"

After his words fell, Pycelle's cloudy eyes slowly scanned the crowd, then faced the high platform again, and said loudly: "Prince Regent, my lords, I served Cersei Lannister stupidly and sincerely. So, I am the last piece of evidence that proves that she has tarnished the royal bloodline!”

Buzz!

The old bachelor's speech was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing waves in the hall.

At this moment, everyone temporarily forgot about Lannister's fooling of the Seven Kingdoms, and all sighed at Grand Maester Pycelle's upright and fearless character.

His figure is so tall that people have to look up, as if he is emitting a dazzling light in the complex and dark palace.

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Boom! Boom! Boom!

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"Silence! Silence! Silence!"

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After whispering a few words to Prime Minister Mace and Princess Arianne, Green slowly stood up: "Everyone!"

All the eyes in the petition hall were focused on the regent standing on the high platform.

After walking a few steps, Green came to the edge of the high platform. He looked around at the dense crowd below: "It is related to the blood of the royal family, and we must treat it with caution. Today's petition ends here, and tomorrow will continue the unfinished matters today. "

After a moment of pause, he glanced at everyone with his sharp eyes again, and said loudly: "I guarantee on the honor of the Kleb family and the regent that I will never be selfish and confirm the accusation of Grand Maester Pycelle with absolute impartiality. , Gods, please witness!”

Green's firm and powerful voice echoed in the hall, as if he was swearing an oath to the gods in the sky, and also seemed to be showing his determination to everyone.

There was a moment of silence, and then someone took the lead in shouting: "Long live the Prince Regent!"

Everyone shouted: "Long live the Prince Regent! Long live the Prince Regent! Long live the Prince Regent!"

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Deep in the solemn throne room, in the Prince Regent's exclusive study, the air seemed to be condensed with a solemn atmosphere.

Regent Green leaned back in his chair, rubbed his eyebrows, and said in a slightly tired voice: "Jaime Lannister can't stay."

At this time, Prime Minister Mace and Princess Arianne were sitting at Green's table with different expressions.

After Green finished speaking, Prime Minister Mace, who had been able to maintain his composure on the surface, spoke first: "Isn't he already wearing black clothes?"

Green glanced at Prime Minister Mace lightly, with a complex emotion in his eyes. Then, he slowly closed his eyelids and let out a low sigh.

Princess Arianne raised her chin slightly and glanced at Prime Minister Mace gently. There was a bit of contempt in her eyes: "My Prime Minister, this is what makes it most difficult for the Regent."

Seeing him looking at her in confusion, she shrugged: "What happened this morning has probably spread throughout King's Landing by now, and by tomorrow, I'm afraid the entire Seven Kingdoms will know about it. Cersei is already dead. In this case, We must introduce someone to take responsibility and quell public anger, and who else in this world is better than that person..."

As she said this, she seemed to have thought of something extremely ridiculous and couldn't help but laugh: "...she once stabbed King Targaryen in the back, and later had an affair with her sister, the Queen of Baratheon's Iron Throne. , who is causing wanton chaos in the palace and tarnishing the royal bloodline——Jaime Lannister is more suitable.”

Arianne was very happy when she told her story. It wasn't until she was glared at by Green that she slightly restrained her gloating smile.

Prime Minister Mace ignored the Dornish woman's malicious words. He turned his head, looked at Green, and made his first suggestion after coming to the study: "Perhaps, Grand Maester Pycelle is old and confused. After all, he is almost ninety years old (actual age is 83 at this time).”

"Oh!"

Princess Arianne couldn't help but sneer when she heard this, and she retorted mercilessly: "Duke Mace Tyrell, you'd better wake up, you... we have no chance to stop this. "

"you!"

Prime Minister Metz's cheeks turned red with anger, and he was so angry that he could not speak for a while.

Green still had his eyes closed, tapping his fingers on the armrests of the chair one by one, while Prime Minister Mace's chest kept rising and falling.

He tried hard to calm down his emotions, calmed down, and made a second suggestion: "Hair color is not really ironclad evidence. Maybe Tommen's abdication is enough to calm the discussion in the Seven Kingdoms."

"Then what?"

Arianne leaned on the armrest and interrupted coldly: "Are you trying to legalize Myrcella Water?"

Prime Minister Mace touched his beard, as if sighing: "The knights of the Seven Kingdoms are tolerant of beautiful women."

Princess Arianne let out a burst of sarcastic laughter: "Queen Myrcella? Your greed is really admirable. Who will the queen's husband be? Next, you plan to propose to the regent... Is Willas Tyrell (the eldest son of the Duke of Mace) the most suitable candidate?"

Unable to bear it any longer, the Duke of Metz stood up angrily. His eyes were wide open and filled with anger: "That's enough. Don't take my humility as an excuse to offend me. I am fulfilling my duties as prime minister." , Martell!”

Princess Arianne was not afraid of his anger at all. She raised her head and looked at Prime Minister Mace without flinching: "A bastard is a bastard, not to mention a bastard born from chaos. No matter how beautiful you are, you can't find anyone." A fig leaf cannot change this fact.”

"You!!!" Prime Minister Metz was trembling all over, his fingers clenched into fists.

After a pause, the regent's voice came over: "Please sit down."

Green raised his hand to suppress it, then looked at Martell, who was glaring at Tyrell, and said, "Ms. Arianne, could you please pour us a glass of wine."

Hearing this, Arianne stared at the regent who regarded herself as a maid.

With the support of the man in front of her, she fully felt the pleasure of power in King's Landing. Moreover, she needs more support, because Prince Doran is always wavering between her and her brother, and this man is the best political ally she can find at present.

But, she is the Princess of Dorne!

"I'm honored."

Arianne squeezed out a stiff smile, then stood up and moved towards the wine cabinet, while the Duke of Mace sat down with anger still lingering.

Green is always patient with the Duke of Inflatable Fish: "My Prime Minister, regarding the issue of royal blood, this is not only related to the stability of the kingdom, but also related to the honor of the three families of Cleber, Tyrell and Martell. ”

Crash---While Arianne was pouring the wine, Green's voice did not stop: "In the morning, I considered silencing them, but later I gave up... there were too many people."

Hearing this, Prime Minister Mace and Princess Arianne were startled for a moment almost at the same time, but soon returned to their previous expressions.

Green continued: "The main thing is that my knightly heart does not allow me to betray my honor and bury the dirty truth."

Prime Minister Mace twirled his beard with his fingers, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly said: "Green, you don't want Stannis to have a chance to come back, do you?"

"Don't forget, the regent and the royal council have deprived that person of all rights." Arianne smiled brightly, as if the quarrel between Martell and Tyrell had never happened.

Seeing her hand over the wine glass, Prime Minister Mace snorted heavily before taking it. Then, he turned his face to the other side, raised his head and took a big sip.

"Thanks."

After Green took the other wine glass, Arianne adjusted her skirt and sat down. While shaking her wine glass in her hand, she said: "I don't think we need to worry too much about Stannis. The Seven Kingdoms will not welcome him." He, he is just a lost dog."

Prime Minister Mace suppressed the urge to scratch his head, took another sip of wine, and said loudly: "We need a king on the Iron Throne. Do we have to choose one of Robert's illegitimate children?"

Green shook his head: "It's inappropriate. An illegitimate child is just an illegitimate child after all, my Prime Minister."

After a moment of silence, Arianne said jokingly: "Perhaps Martell is very happy for the wise regent to sit on the Iron Throne."

After her words fell, Prime Minister Mace was shocked, while Green's calm expression did not change.

"It's a tempting offer, but it won't work."

Green's eyes swept over the two people sitting in front of him: "I do not have the right to inherit the Iron Throne. If I forcefully sit on the Iron Throne with your support, the consequence will be that everyone in the Seven Kingdoms will have the right to inherit the Iron Throne. You It is conceivable that the Seven Nations will fall into endless chaos."

Arianne spread her hands and said that she just made a joke.

Prime Minister Mace, who was secretly relieved, was confused. Did he just say that he would support Greene sitting on the Iron Throne?

"Listen to my idea."

Attracting their attention, Green continued: "Stabilizing the situation is still the top priority. For the sake of the turbulent Seven Kingdoms, and in order to appease the uneasiness of the people of the Seven Kingdoms, I hope that Kleb and the Tyrell and Martell families will Sign the offensive and defensive alliance.”

While Prime Minister Mace was stunned to digest this "amazing" proposal, Princess Arianne's voice sounded: "It's a good idea, but I want to know how the Lord Regent will deal with the Lannister and the West. They will definitely choose to be blind. Not recognizing Tommen as an evil breed would even be a rebellion against the Seven Kingdoms.”

"After Brynden Tully defeated the Lannister army at Riverrun, he directly captured the Golden Tooth, the gateway to the West."

Green's lips curved slightly: "Tully chose to surrender to Kleb, and I intend to accept his loyalty."

In the disbelief of Mace and Arianne, he continued: "If necessary, I can send troops from Golden Teeth City at any time to sweep across the Western Territory and wipe out the rebellion."

At this moment, Prime Minister Mace temporarily forgot about the interests of his family, and there was an inexplicable fire of jealousy burning in his heart. The War Artist had not even conquered Storm's End Castle, but Green had already...

Arianne's pupils first dilated, then contracted. Putting down her wine glass, she leaned forward, her eyes fixed on the powerful man in front of her, and said, "Let me help that old trout?"

"sure."

Green took out a few large pieces of parchment and slowly pushed them away while looking at Arianne, whose eyes were filled with the fire of revenge: "But there is a premise. We must be our own people, Arianne Nameros. ·Martel.”

Arianne's eyes carefully scanned the alliance agreement written on the parchment, and then she reached out and picked up the quill without much hesitation.

Stained with ink, she was about to sign when a big, fat hand suddenly stopped her from writing.

Prime Minister Mace's somewhat anxious voice then sounded: "Your Highness the Regent, Princess Arianne is just an heir. She is not qualified to sign this kind of alliance. Only Prince Doran has this power."

Then, he touched his beard with his other hand slightly proudly, and said: "But I can sign it at any time. The Tyrell-Cleb Alliance is enough to protect the peace of the kingdom."

Mace Tyrell's mind was extremely flexible at this time, and coupled with the unexpected situation in the Riverlands, no matter who they would choose as the new king, Green Kleb, who was close to him, was destined to be the winner.

This time, Tyrell must be the first to stand next to the winner, which is directly related to the interests of the family.

Arianne slapped away the big hand of the inflatable fish Duke and said coldly: "Tyrell, you have no right to interfere with the alliance between Martell and Kleb!"