The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Chapter 523 True Dragon Returns to its Nest 4

"Although your sword is sharp, your cake is very sweet." Princess Arianne smiled, showing her white and neat teeth: "I heard this in the tavern, my generous highness."

Green seemed to be in a good mood today. He pretended to be relieved and said, "As long as you like my cake, it's my honor."

Princess Arianne stared at his smiling eyes, raised her glass and took a sip of wine, saying, "This is good news for my father."

Green raised his glass to her gracefully, raised the corners of his lips, and said, "This is all your fault, and others cannot deny it."

Arianne didn't take her eyes off him, swaying the wine glass in her hand, then raised her chin and drank the wine in one gulp.

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The wine glass she threw away rolled on the stone floor several times before lying there sideways. Princess Arianne stood up and came closer, lifting her feet slightly. Putting his arms around Gerry's neck.

Then, she frowned slightly and lowered her eyes.

Green's sigh came over: "Arianne, your temptation is likely to shake the solid friendship between you and me."

Princess Arianne straightened her waist, her expression full of the unique temptation of Dornish women: "Physical pleasure can also foster the friendship between us."

Her voice became hoarse: "Under the Iron Throne, on the royal conference table, what wonderful memories, Your Highness Green."

After a moment of pause, she blinked one eye and slowly raised the corners of her lips: "If you like excitement, I can call the Sand Snake sisters outside."

Green's voice was slightly helpless: "I'm sure Dorne is a good place."

At the same time, something flashed through his mind - I've been curled up for so long, can't I enjoy it?

Seeing a smile suddenly flashing across Green's lips, Arianne blinked: "Prince Regent, I am now sure that you have no special hobbies. Haha, um, are your fingers comfortable?"

"Yes, you should have put away your suspicions long ago." Green said as he got rid of her hug.

"That's it for today. By the way, I heard Bishop Alydo complain that there are still very few people coming to pray at the Cathedral of Baelor. Please take the time to take more of those ladies and ladies..."

Green's voice gradually faded away, and Arianne Nameros Martell's eyes reflected his back.

Prince Doran told her to be a quiet observer, but she couldn't help but wonder how this man would set up the "new stage" after Targaryen's return...

A strong, but boring man.

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"Hey hey hey!"

"Hey hey hey!"

Brienne Tarth, who was standing outside the outer door of the Prince Regent's study, glanced at the two men who were not stable enough - Munton and Ange with a blank expression.

Sir Ange noticed her gaze, coughed slightly, and said in a very low voice, "Let's go together if we have a chance."

Sir Monton grinned innocently and nodded silently.

Tap tap tap tap.

The sound of footsteps on the stone slabs came from the other end of the corridor. Mengton and Ange both looked over, and when they saw the person clearly, they immediately puffed up their chests.

"Sir Mason!"

The knight of Kleb's retainer, Sir Mason Baker, wore a set of shining silver armor, and the squires following behind him hugged his barrel helmet.

His sharp gaze swept across them, he tapped his chin, and said to Brienne: "I'm here to see His Highness the Regent."

Brienne nodded slightly, turned around, raised her hand and knocked on the wooden door: "Your Highness, Sir Mason wants to see you."

After getting a response from inside, she pushed open the door, flicked her cloak embroidered with swamp marigolds, and strode in.

"Your Highness Greene."

Green, who was leaning slightly on his chair, pointed to another wooden chair by the fireplace and said, "Please sit down, my loyal knight."

After Sir Mason sat down, he raised his eyes and glanced at the narrow window, and then asked: "How are the arrangements?"

"Everything is ready. Two thousand blue-robed cavalry have been stationed at the camp outside the old city gate. They can follow you at any time."

Green's eyes moved to Sir Mason, nodded slightly, and said: "I'll leave this to you, Mason."

Sir Mason stroked his chest and said solemnly: "Please rest assured, Your Highness."

Green smiled lightly, then glanced at the head of the retainer knight's hair, which was getting thinner, and mentioned another topic: "How are the preparations at Davos?"

"I went to see him this morning. They are preparing very smoothly. I estimate that we can set sail tomorrow afternoon at the latest."

After saying that, Sir Mason hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Do you need me to send more soldiers to Dragonstone Island? I heard that he is the most cunning pirate in the known world."

"Caution, it's always a good habit."

Green looked at the swaying fire: "But being too well prepared will make him smell the danger in advance, which will affect our plan."

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After thinking for a moment, he continued: "Let An Gai go with us. He has experience in catching squid and he is an excellent 'fisherman'."

Sir Mason stood up: "As you command, when I leave, I will take him directly to the dock."

Green also left the chair. He patted Mason on the shoulder and said, "Thank you. Go make arrangements."

After Mason Baker left, Brienne entered the study: "Your Highness Greene, Meg Tyrell requests an audience."

Green raised his eyebrows slightly, paused, and said, "Invite her in."

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Red Keep, Godswood.

The leaves rustled in the wind, and Green soon saw Margaery Tyrell sitting alone under the shade of the tree.

Green motioned Brienne and the others to wait, and then walked over alone.

The heart tree here is a brown oak without a face carved on it. Green came to Margaery and stopped, following her gaze, looking at it together.

After a moment of silence, Margaery's haggard face turned around: "Thank you for accepting my invitation, Your Highness the Regent."

Little Rose sat there with her waist straightened. Green glanced at the only chair here and put his hands behind his back.

"I heard that you haven't been feeling well recently, Miss Margaery."

Hearing this, Little Rose forced a smile: "It's my own fault. I found that... I have done a lot of smart things, which makes me regretful and very painful."

The wind gently blew across the grass, and the slender grass leaves danced, rippling.

Green retracted his gaze and looked at her: "It's not a good habit to immerse yourself in painful memories, my lady."

Margaret chuckled weakly: "Yes, so I took the liberty to invite you."

Shaking his cloak, Green sat down on the grass: "Do you need me to listen to your story?"

The dark brown eyes met the light brown eyes, and after a pause, Margaret smiled: "You are always so thoughtful, His Highness Green Crabbe."

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