The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

The loyal ministers of the Dragon family, who had been loyal but had to endure humiliation under the Baratheon dynasty, raised their glasses: "Cheers, Targaryen."

Everyone looked at each other, their eyes intertwined with relief and emotion, as if they were silently lamenting the difficulty of correcting the chaos.

Only Princess Arianne looked at the performance of these Red Castle ministers, secretly disdainful in her heart, and secretly rolled her eyes.

In her eyes, these people are just Baratheon's running dogs, but now they have changed their identities and pretended to play the role of "Dragon Party", which is really hypocritical.

Tap tap, Green came to her side, raised his glass, and smiled: "Thank you, you have done a good job recently."

Arianne instantly put on a charming smile, like a blooming delicate flower, and a touch of pride passed across her lips: "I will do better."

"Of course, I never doubt this."

Green shook the wine glass in his hand slightly, and the wine in the glass flickered with a charming luster under the reflection of the candlelight.

His eyes slowly swept over the people who were whispering to each other, and suddenly asked: "Not used to it?"

Looking at him, Arianne moved her red lips. In her opinion... those people were not worthy of standing here at all. Their loyalty was so cheap and hypocritical.

However, she still resisted the urge to mock, just shrugged and replied: "I will get used to it as soon as possible."

Green's eyes seemed to have seen through her thoughts and said: "The sharper the sword in our hands, the more we should show mercy and comfort people's hearts. It is also our responsibility."

He looked at her: "Arianne Nymelos Martell, build an iron kingdom..."

Gently raising the glass, he smiled at her, his voice gentle but full of power: "... This is our real responsibility,"

Arianne's beautiful eyes couldn't help but widen slightly. Counting this time, she couldn't remember... how many times she was moved by the kingly demeanor of the person in front of her.

She felt that Green was even more charming as a ruler than her father before he succumbed to Baratheon...

Arianne secretly clenched the body of the wine glass in her hand. The only thing she was not satisfied with about him was... When he looked at her, he looked more like a brother fighting side by side.

Yes, this was her exact feeling.

Although he had proved his personal preferences to her, she still occasionally wondered if he was hiding something special...

Except for Renly, who liked something special, which man could resist her charm?

Her fullness rose and fell slightly, and Arianne tried to hide the waves in her heart, and smiled at Green: "Glad to serve, Your Highness the Regent."

Not far away, seeing that Green and Arianne were chatting happily, Prime Minister Mace couldn't help but move his feet... and squeezed in.

Prime Minister Mace's voice came first: "Respect, Targaryen's first loyal minister, His Highness Green."

As he spoke, he came in front of Green, and used his sturdy and somewhat fat body to intentionally or unintentionally block the figure of the Dornish woman.

Green smiled and raised his glass, saying, "Everyone knows that you are the only loyal minister of the Long family who defeated Robert's army in that war."

Prime Minister Mace stroked his beard, unable to hide the smug look on his face.

The war artist sighed with regret: "What a pity, he escaped, otherwise..."

Arianne curled her lips, took a few steps with elegant steps, came to them, and sighed: "What a pity, we failed to capture Storm's End twice, I feel sorry for you, Prime Minister."

Storm's End...

The Duke of Mace's smile froze, thinking that the Stormlands would soon be incorporated into the crown, and the castle seemed to become his eternal regret...

Arianne's eyes left the inflatable fish and moved to Green, and said: "Your Highness, Regent, when the news of the Battle of the Vale came, I remember that every inch of Dorne burst into cheers, and every Dornishman was talking about your great achievements. That feast... Until now, I still remember it vividly."

"Now..." As she spoke, Arianne stretched out a hand and placed it on Green's arm.

Her fingers gently rubbed, and continued: "...I have privately regarded you as my own king."

Green spread his hands and said with a smile: "It is such an honor, Arianne."

Beside him, the elegant Duke of Highgarden glared at Martell, who always made him angry.

Just when the Duke of Inflatable Fish was weighing whether to teach Martell a lesson regardless of his status, Green's voice came over: "Prime Minister Mace, I just got the news that Earl of Tarth (Brienne's father) and some lords of the former Stormlands will arrive in King's Landing in three days at most. At that time, I hope you and Princess Arianne will come with me to meet them."

He smiled: "After all, they are also our guests from afar."

Mace Tyrell came back to his senses, nodded, and said: "Are we going to hold a banquet for them in the Red Keep?"

Green shook the wine glass in his hand slightly and said: "It is said that on the way to King's Landing, they accidentally heard the news that the Red Keep was about to welcome back the princess of Dragonstone, and they felt extremely uneasy. Among them, some people even thought of returning directly to their fiefdoms."

The Duke of Mace said in some confusion: "Go back? What can they do when they go back? Do they dare to openly defy the resolution of the Imperial Council?"

Arianne said disdainfully: "Huh, the land is mostly filled with stupid idiots."