The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Prime Minister Mace and Princess Arianne had expressions of astonishment on their faces, as if they couldn't believe what their ears were hearing.

Green leaned back, raised his face, paused, and murmured: "Perhaps, it is more appropriate to be called a usurper."

Arianne Nameros Martell's pupils shrank suddenly, as if she had been stabbed by something sharp, and an uncontrollable excitement surged in her heart.

She couldn't help but call out the name of the man in front of her: "Green Clay..."

Brown eyes and black eyes met. After a while, Green showed a faint smile to her: "Do you like my proposal?"

Arianne's eyelids trembled slightly as she stared at Green blankly. After a brief silence, she nodded subconsciously.

"very good."

Green's eyes turned to the other side: "Prime Minister Mace?"

Green's call finally brought Prime Minister Mace back to his senses. He slowly wiped the sweat on his forehead before saying, "Green, can you let me go back and think about it?"

There was a hint of respect in his tone unconsciously. For some reason, the familiar yet unfamiliar Green before him actually made him feel inexplicable fear.

"sure."

Seeing Green's promise, Prime Minister Mace was about to get up and leave. He planned to go to Margaery immediately to "share" the shocking news in this room.

Green raised his hand to stop him: "My Prime Minister, please listen before leaving. This may help you think carefully."

Although Green's voice was still gentle, it had an invisible intimidation that made Prime Minister Metz sit back down slowly.

After Mace Tyrell sat down again, Green reached out and picked up the golden wine glass and said: "I believe that if we successfully welcome back Targaryen, this great honor will be enough to make our family's name It has been passed down in the Seven Kingdoms for generations.”

Hearing this, Prime Minister Metz, who was originally a little restless, suddenly brightened up. The family's status has risen...

Green continued: "So, there are two other proposals, and I hope you can consider them carefully."

He sipped his wine: "I propose that the Usurper's Baratheon name be lost forever to appease the Targaryen hatred."

Upon hearing this, Prime Minister Metz's body suddenly froze, his mouth opened slightly, and after a moment he stammered: "Forever...disappear?"

Green shrugged easily and explained in a calm tone: "Since he is a traitor, his crime is unpardonable, and in order to prevent the next imitator from appearing in the future of the Seven Kingdoms, we must deal with him severely."

At this time, Princess Arianne suddenly said with some excitement: "What Lannister did to please Baratheon is even more unforgivable, and the punishment for that despicable family should be more cruel!"

Green looked at each other for a while with the agitated Martell, rubbed his brows, and said: "Then... let's deprive the Lannister of the West. I hope the 'gift' we prepared can make up for the Targaryens." The pain of the past.”

"not enough!"

At this time, Arianne could no longer suppress the fire of revenge that had been tortured for more than ten years, and the raging flames burned in her heart even more intensely.

She held her hand tightly: "In addition to the land, we also have the surname Lannister!"

Her voice trembled: "The miserable screams of my aunt and her children still echo in King's Landing. Martell has never forgotten this blood feud!"

After a period of silence, Green sighed: "Excessive killing will cause..."

Arianne directly interrupted Green's advice, her bloodshot eyes staring straight at him, her eyes full of determination: "If His Highness the Regent is willing to punish Lannister justly, Martell will I will always remember your kindness, and I will always advance and retreat with Kleib, I swear to the gods in heaven!”

Green sighed again, then closed his eyes, and there was an unusual silence in the study.

After a long time, he slowly opened it: "I respect your proposal and I will support you, Arianne."

As the words fell, Arianne's lips trembled, and then her waist was freed from the tightness and she leaned back on the chair.

Her eyes were filled with gratitude, and Green gave her a gentle smile.

This warm scene made Prime Minister Metz instinctively detect a hint of "crisis".

He cleared his throat and said: "Although the Lannisters are weak, I believe they will not give in. Martell, maybe you should listen to Prince Doran's opinion."

Father………

Arianne has a deeply hidden secret. When she was fourteen years old, she secretly read a letter from her father to her brother, Quentin Martell. In it... her father promised her brother that Dorne Will be succeeded by her younger brother.

Her fingers clenched tightly, her heart felt inexplicably nervous, and she couldn't help but glance at the regent who was sitting upright.

Arianne snorted coldly, suppressed the anxiety in her heart, and said: "There is no need for Tyrell to worry, I am the heir of Prince Doran, and of course my father will be on my side."

The war artist touched his beard: "War is not a child's play. As the ruler of Dorne, Prince Doran will definitely need time to carefully decide the successor of Dorne."

After saying that, he touched his beard again. If there is a war in the Western Territory, this may be a good opportunity to show his war art to the Seven Kingdoms. Maybe he can also be hailed as a famous general by the Seven Kingdoms...

When Princess Arianne, who was furious, was about to strike back at Tyrell, Green's voice came first: "The former Prime Minister, Sir Harys Swyft, has been sent by me. After a while, he will assist Duke Brynden and Crabbe's army in Golden Tooth City to "pacify" the West."

Green's eyes moved: "Arianne, you only need to perform your duties as the Minister of Justice and deal with criminals reasonably and legally. This does not require the permission of Prince Doran."

Arianne's fullness rose and fell, she slowed down, and gave Green a charming smile: "At your disposal, my regent."

Green smiled, put away the parchment on the table, and said: "These are my suggestions. We will continue to discuss tomorrow. Today is over."

Getting up from the chair, Prime Minister Mace gracefully stroked his chest, then glanced at Martell who was still sitting still, and turned to leave.

Prime Minister Mace couldn't help but speed up his pace. He became more and more anxious in his heart. He needed to see Margaery immediately!

The door of the study was closed. Green raised his eyebrows slightly in doubt, while Arianne stared at him and drank the summer red in the cup.

Then.

She climbed onto the Regent's table and slowly moved over on her palms and knees, like a charming "female leopard".

As the distance got closer, the expression on her face became more and more seductive. She raised one hand and hooked it, bit her lower lip lightly, and said, "What are you waiting for, dear?"

Green's hand first left the ruby ​​hilt of "Lady of Loneliness" without a sound.

Then, he stretched out two fingers and pressed against Arianne's forehead, which was already in front of him.

"Arianne, I support you with all my strength, not for pleasure with you."

Arianne's little face tilted, avoiding Green's fingers, her eyes swept up and down, and said suspiciously: "Do you have a special... hobby?"

Hearing this, Lord Green was a little angry and pulled her over and kissed her fiercely.

Green said to Arianne, "I am more interested in and admire your outstanding abilities than your beauty. I look forward to your future performance and to dancing with you in King's Landing, my Lord Chancellor."