The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

The sun was like a huge fireball, gradually falling towards the western horizon. Its afterglow dyed the horizon into a gorgeous sea of ​​fire, and then slowly dimmed, revealing wisps of twilight as light as light smoke.

Gou Lane, Martell Mansion.

Princess Arianne stepped out of the carriage with her skirt in hand, and Obaya Sand and Nymeria Sand, who had been waiting for her, hurriedly greeted her.

Nymeria looked at it for a moment and couldn't help but smile: "It's rare to see you in a good mood recently, Arianne."

Arianne stretched out lazily, slightly curled her lips, and said, "Yes, this period of time has really exhausted me."

Obaya furrowed her heroic eyebrows, stretched out her finger and pointed: "Your lips look like they were kissed hard by some passionate guy."

Nymeria giggled, and her laughter was particularly clear and loud in the fading twilight: "It's almost swollen. It's obvious that our princess has made good progress in the Red Keep. Has that person been killed?" Are you obsessed?"

Arianne shrugged and said as she walked, "Yeah, obviously."

She pretended to be annoyed and glared at Nymeria, who was still laughing: "Okay, okay, stop laughing, come with me, I have good news to share with you, my dear sisters."

Take a shower.

After the maid took off Arianne's long skirt and underwear, she raised her feet, stepped lightly, and lay directly into the bathtub. Her long ink-colored hair instantly spread out in the water like living algae, wantonly. Ripple in the water.

With her entire body wrapped in warm water, Arianne closed her eyes slightly, exhaled happily, and said, "Aside from the smell of shit and urine that can be smelled everywhere in King's Landing, what I don't like the most is the heavy and cumbersome palace dress."

Obaya and Nymeria came to the side with jugs and wine glasses. One stood and the other sat down, leaning on the edge of the bathtub.

After soaking comfortably for a while, Arianne placed her hands on the edge of the bathtub. With a little effort, she slowly sat up, leaning her back against the inner wall of the bathtub. Her long, dark hair was wet and stuck to her huge plump front.

She pushed her cascading hair back casually, but a few strands of naughty hair were still stubbornly attached to her cheeks: "In retrospect, the regent seems to have been a little too kind to me."

Nymeria shook her long black braid, raised her eyebrows, and said with a bit of ridicule in her tone: "This is good news. Maybe he is so fascinated by you, Your Highness Princess?"

Arianne took the silver wine glass handed by Obaya Sand. She took a sip of the wine and gently stirred the wine with her tongue, enjoying the mellow taste spreading in her mouth.

After a pause, a faint smile appeared on her lips: "Another good news is that our regent is not Renly II?"

Nymeria spread her hands: "I know that as long as they are normal men, no one can refuse the charm of Arianne Martell."

Obaya nodded in agreement and said, "This is another piece of good news, is there any more?"

The clear black and white eyes glanced at the Sand Snake sisters. The smile on Arianne's face faded slightly and she said: "The regent has promised me that he will investigate the Lannister crimes and hand them over to me."

Nymeria and Obaya looked at each other, their bodies tilted towards Arianne, and a blazing flame instantly ignited in their eyes: "You mean... the crime of tarnishing the royal family will be blamed on the entire Lannister family." superior?"

Arianne took a sip of her wine gracefully and raised the corners of her mouth slightly: "What the Regent really wants to pursue is the serious crime of Lannister rebellion against Targaryen. They thought they could do whatever they wanted in the Game of Thrones, but they didn't know that fate The noose has already been quietly put around their necks.”

"Targaryen?!" Obaya and Nymeria exclaimed at the same time.

Arianne first briefly told what happened in the regent's study, and then said: "Just punishing Baratheon is absolutely not enough. With my strong insistence, Regent Green has agreed to severely punish Lannister, and I will be responsible for the rest of the trial.”

Obaya's dark hands gripped the edge of the bathtub tightly, and she leaned over to look at Arianne, her eyes full of fierceness, as if she wanted to tear all the Lannisters into pieces immediately: "You must take me with you, Your Highness."

Nymeria's voice couldn't contain her excitement: "Great, if this is done, you will become the hero of Dorne, and even Prince Doran cannot sway you to inherit Dorne!"

After a moment of silence, Arianne raised her head and drank the wine in the glass. Then she stood up, and the warm water flowed down her curves.

Several maids waiting aside immediately came over, wiped her body gently, and put on a thin white silk skirt for her.

Signaling others in the room to leave, Obaya and Nymeria came to Arianne and stared at her.

"I love my father dearly and I love my brothers."

Arianne stretched out her hands and put them on the shoulders of the two sand snakes respectively, and then said: "...But I will never allow anyone to take away my identity as heir."

He looked at each of them again: "Perhaps, the biggest gain from my trip to the king is that I have gained the trust and support of the regent. This is like a key that opens the door to power, and I have already grasped it. Hold it tight."

Obaya and Nymeria caressed their chests and said in unison: "The Sand Snake will always be yours. Even if we step into the seven hells, we will never back down, Your Highness!"

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"Jaime Lannister...Kingslayer...well...can't let him go..."

"...Bo...Leave this matter to me, Your Highness?"

"Giggle...uh...the north is not suitable for you to move around...they will be wary..."

"...Bohbo...you seem to have chosen someone already?"

"Um...oh...yes..."

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That night.

The petition hall was immersed in gloomy shadow, with only a few torches flickering on the walls.

The ferocious shape of the Iron Throne looks even more terrifying in the shadows, like a sleeping giant.

At this time, Margaery Tyrell was standing under the steps, looking up at the Iron Throne high above.

Tap tap tap tap.

The sound of footsteps came from far away and the hem of her skirt swayed slightly. Margery turned back and looked at the person.

Then, she performed a very standard skirt-raising ceremony and said in a soft voice: "Good night, Your Highness the Regent, may your night be as bright as the stars."

So formal?

Green responded gracefully: "Good night, Miss Margery, I hope you will be treated tenderly by this night."

The light of the fire swayed, and the light brown hair was braided into a fluffy twist with small roses hanging on her chest, glowing with a faint golden light.

She was wearing a green dress with a low slit neckline and emerald jewelry, exuding a girlish and energetic atmosphere.

The corners of Green's lips curved slightly. The little rose tonight reminded him of the scene when the two met for the first time on River Avenue.

"Thank you for accepting my invitation. I am meeting you tonight on behalf of the Tyrell family, Your Highness."

Green nodded slightly, then raised his feet and came to Margery's side, standing side by side with her.

He looked at the ferocious-shaped Iron Throne: "Then, let's begin."

When Margaery turned around, she glanced at Green, who was both familiar and unfamiliar, and also moved her gaze to higher places.

After a moment of silence, her rose-colored lips opened slightly, with a hint of worry in her voice: "My father is very uneasy. To be precise, the Tyrell family has realized that our 'funding' of the royal family has been a complete failure for a long time. ”

Green moved his fingers behind his back and said slowly: "Perhaps, I think it would be more appropriate to describe it as a 'funding' that has not yet ended."

After a pause, he continued: "The Arryns, the Tullys, the Baratheons, the Lannisters... think about them, Miss Margaery, they rise and fall in the whirlpool of power, and House Tyrell is destined to be one of the final victors, and this is worthy of our celebration.”

"My father and I are even more blessed that we have remained friends and not your miserable enemies."

Margaery sighed softly: "The Duke of Highgarden is very impulsive. He loves you and he wants to support you at all costs. Of course, as his daughter, I support any decision he makes, no matter what the wind and rain."

With that said, Margaery turned to face Green: "Father told me that you will welcome back the Targaryens. To be honest, I am still shocked by this news."

Her elk eyes stared motionlessly at Green's face, and she seemed to be looking for the answer from Green's expression: "...Next step, how does the Regent hope Tyrell can help?"

"I believe your father would have been one of the greatest Prime Ministers."

Green also faced Margaery: "Only if he is willing to sit in that position."

The two looked at each other for a while. Little Rose blinked her eyes and smiled suddenly. Her smile was like a flower that suddenly bloomed: "Isn't the atmosphere tonight a little too...serious, Green?"

A smile appeared on Green's eyebrows and he said: "I do it out of respect. After all, you are the negotiator of the Tyrell family at the moment. You come with the mission and glory of the family."

Margaery shrugged her shoulders slightly: "Actually, I was very confused, which made me feel breathless. This 'game' is like a fog, and I lost my way in it."

As she said that, she put her arms around Green's waist as if seeking comfort, and gently leaned her head on Green's chest: "What surprises me most is you, my dear, I really didn't expect that you are for the justice of the Seven Kingdoms. And entered the Red Fort.”

Green shook his head: "To be precise, although I have hidden hostility towards the usurper, I came to the Red Castle to solve the plight of the Crab Claw Peninsula at that time."

After the words fell, Margaery's low voice came: "I can't even imagine how outstanding your wisdom is. I just learned today that you are the real chess player of the Seven Kingdoms, and everyone else is your chess piece."

Seeing Green's delay in responding, Margery left his chest and looked over.

Green lowered her eyes slightly, and when her eyes met his, her whole body trembled involuntarily.

Green put his arms around Little Rose, paused, and said, "Margaery, don't worry, Krab and Tyrell are already a solid offensive and defensive alliance."

When she heard about the alliance, Margaery's eyes trembled imperceptibly. She knew her father very well, and sometimes...she had to admit her father's good luck.

Each choice may not be beautiful enough, but at least the Tyrell family will be on the winning side.

This time too.

Green is already the greatest victor of the Red Castle, and is destined to be the most powerful Duke in the Seven Kingdoms in the future.

If the Targaryen is successfully welcomed back, and the sole heir of the Dragon family happens to be of marriageable age...

There was a hint of sadness in Margaery's eyes: "You will propose to her, right?"

Suddenly remembering something, she staggered back and the look of sadness on her face became even stronger: "She will bring you the legal principles for inheriting the Iron Throne, King Green, right?"

She was filled with tears: "For the sake of power and that iron chair, you carefully planned everything and calculated against everyone... Wu..."

She looked at him with tears in her eyes: "Including my father, including me, right?"

Green, whose expression became serious, raised his eyebrows slightly.

Little Rose covered her face and suppressed her cries: "On the way here, I was secretly happy. I thought I finally had the chance to marry you..."

Amidst the low sobbing, Green suddenly joked: "Robb Stark has fully demonstrated the consequences of breaking the engagement. It was a tragedy, and no one wants to repeat the same mistake."

He stepped forward and gently wiped the tears of Little Rose: "The truth is not important sometimes, the most important thing is the result. I am building a new 'stage' for the Seven Kingdoms. I have already let Tyrell stand there. Miss Margaery Tyrell."

Green sighed tiredly: "I have tried my best to avoid more bloodshed during this power transfer."

Margaery's eyes trembled slightly again, and she threw herself into Green's arms and hugged him tightly.

After a long time, she squeezed out a muffled voice: "I have fallen deeply in love with you. I will not make it difficult for you. My knight, I love you."

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In the north, there is a hunter's cabin in the dense forest south of Eastwatch by the Sea.

Theon Greyjoy was huddled in a corner and sleeping. A warm and pungent liquid was poured on his face, causing him to open his eyes suddenly.

Rude laughter filled his ears, and Xion's eyes were full of confusion and shock.

As his vision gradually became clearer, Xion first saw the ironborn laughing with their bellies in their hands, and then... a burly man holding up his pants.

He subconsciously wiped his face with his hands, and then sniffed it, making the people around him laugh.

This is………

Theon sniffed carefully again, urine? Is this urine? !

Veins popped out on his forehead and he roared angrily: "You damn guy, I'll kill you!"

Woohoo haha!

Seeing Xion's reaction, the people around him laughed like a choked pig, slapping their companions with both hands, and bursting into tears.

"How dare you insult your prince? I must kill you!"

Theon stood up and was about to draw his sword. At this moment, a dagger flew past his scalp, and then penetrated deeply into the wooden stake behind him.

"Good day, Prince of Winterfell."