The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

The sky was dark with dark clouds.

Jiaoling Castle, Lord's Study Room.

At this time, Lord Randyll Tarly stared expressionlessly at the letter written by his eldest son, Samwell Tarly, relinquishing the rights to the title of Hornhill Keep and the Tarly family.

Melissa Floren stared at her husband sitting at the table and said, "Landao, he made a brave choice. I'm proud of Sam!"

Landao snorted coldly and said: "Coward, he bravely chose to escape."

Landao's answer made Melissa, who had been suppressing her emotions, finally burst out.

"Landao! I knew you would still look down on Sam, so I shouldn't have come to you! Landao, you should never forget that it was you who personally forced my eldest son away!"

Landau's wife, the kind-hearted Melissa, has always been gentle in his impression.

Although Lan Dao didn't show it on the surface, Melissa today stunned the famous battlefield general.

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Landao placed the letter on the table and said coldly: "If he still has family in his heart, he should go to the Great Wall, put on black clothes and join the honorary Night Watch Corps!"

Landao stood up from the chair and continued: "He actually chose Baron Kleb who had a tongue fight at the High Garden banquet!

Baron Kleb is a guy who can only tell stories with his tongue. He has deceived the superficial people and denied my military exploits!

Many people believed his lies that could only deceive the White Walkers... More than ten years ago, I fought bloody battles, and now I have become a sinner of the Targaryen family? ! "

Melissa was probably angry too.

Normally after hearing these contents, Melissa would definitely comfort her husband first.

But today, Melissa didn't want to do this. Her eldest son had left her, and she was the one who needed to be comforted the most.

Melissa mocked: "Haah, this time I support Sam's choice, I am really proud of him! You made me lose my eldest son, so... let your ridiculous military exploits go to meet the White Walkers!"

Lando said angrily: "You!"

Mrs. Melissa, who had released her dissatisfaction, felt that her words were a little too much.

However, it is impossible to apologize!

Melissa thought she would never forget that time when Samwell came to see her alone.

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Melissa dissipated a lot of accumulated resentment, and she gradually calmed down.

"Earl Landau, you only have one son left in your hands now. I warn you, don't force Dickon away again! If something goes wrong with Dickon, I will never forgive you!"

Mrs. Tully, who had always been gentle, couldn't help but get all fired up again.

In Melissa's impression, Samwell has always been a smart and kind-hearted boy. It was Randyll's inappropriate teaching that made Samwell become more and more timid.

In the mother's eyes, her child is of course the best. It's just that Landao, as a father, doesn't know how to educate and force a good child to dare not come out to see others.

Faced with Melissa's venting, Landao took a deep breath and did not speak again.

Mrs. Tully did not want to continue quarreling with her husband. She was worried that if time went by, the children would find out.

She didn't want the children to see their parents in an embarrassing situation.

"Landao, I don't want to see you recently!"

Mrs. Tully left the last words and left Randyll's study angrily. By the way... she closed the door with a bang.

Lan said: "…………"

Landao walked to the window and looked up into the sky.

The dark clouds covered the sky, and as the wind blew away the clouds, the sky was exposed, and the sunlight poured out, illuminating the world again.

The glare of the sun made Landao's eyes close slightly.

Deserter, you have the guts to embarrass me? !

The corners of Landao's steel-hard lips curled up slightly.

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Red Fort, King's Hall.

Lancel Lannister has been in trouble lately.

Once again, Lancel couldn't help but find an excuse to meet Queen Cersei.

After meeting, he boldly approached Cersei, only to find that his unusually gentle cousin had disappeared that night.

Cousin Cersei returned to her familiar arrogance. Not only was she indifferent to his approach, she even ignored him coldly.

This was Lancel's impression of Cersei's normal appearance, but he was very unaccustomed to it, which made him worry about gains and losses and made him feel abandoned.

As a result, Lancel often suffers from insomnia, wondering if Cersei's change in attitude is dissatisfaction with his progress?

Without waiting for Cersei's reminder, Lancel had already taken the initiative to change into the wine Cersei gave him.

After Robert took a bite, he just paused, and Lancel received a rare compliment from King Robert.

Now Lancel is confused...what else can he do to make Cersei look at her differently again?

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"Idiot! Didn't you see the wine glass was empty?"

King Robert Baratheon's deafening voice startled Lancel, who was distracted, and his heart was pounding.

Lancel, who was trembling all over, hurriedly picked up the wine bottle and poured wine.

When the wine was filled, Robert, who had a rosy face, raised his glass and drank it down in one gulp, saying, "You idiot Lannister, what are you doing standing there in such a daze? Didn't you see the wine glass was empty again?"

Facing Robert, who was as majestic as a black bear, Lancel could only tremble.

"Go away, stand aside, don't be an eyesore in front of me! If you dare to be dazed again, I will smash your head!"

Lancel, who was holding the wine bottle, immediately moved away like a panicked rabbit.

Lancel lowered his head, his heart in his throat, and it was so congested that it was difficult to breathe.

Lancel wanted to cry. This was not what he imagined the king's attendant should look like.

Why did King Robert's attendants pour wine every day besides pouring wine?

What will others call him in the future? Sommelier?

Lancel thought of his father far away in the West.

Will his father be disgraced because of him? Has he brought shame on the Lannister family?

Lancel suddenly thought, was this why Cersei was so polite to him?

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"Asshole! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!"

Robert's thunderous curses made Lancel tremble, and he almost threw the flagon away.

At the critical moment, Lancel hugged the wine bottle tightly.

"In a daze again? You stupid Lannister pig! What are you still doing in a daze, waiting for me to wring your neck? Come here and pour the wine!"

Robert's training was very successful, and Lancel never dared to lose his mind again.

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King's Landing, private residence of the Chancellor of the Exchequer.

The afternoon sun gradually climbed up the window lattice. The mottled projection warmed every corner and every particle of dust in the house.

After hearing the news reported by the attendant, Lord Petyr Baelish raised the corners of his lips.

"Intelligence is wealth. I like little surprises like this."

The attendant said: "Sir, please give me your instructions."

Petyr's green eyes moved slightly, and his smile was always elegant: "Although it is not expensive enough, it is enough as a gift that I have not seen for a long time. He will feel the sincerity from me."

After a pause, Petyr said again: "Arrange it immediately, keep it safe for me, and don't let any surprises happen that will disappoint me."

The attendant's body couldn't help but trembled, and he said: "As you command, my lord!"

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After the attendant left, Petyr leaned back on his chair and looked out the window.

Duke Jon's condition was very serious some time ago, and Petyr once thought that Duke Jon might die at any time.

Petyr's chain of stairs has not yet been fully laid out, which is not conducive to Petyr's interests.

However, King Robert's arrival brought him an unexpected surprise.

After Duke Jon met King Robert, his physical condition improved visibly.

Is it Robert's irritation, or is it Maester Pycelle's problem?

Before he had time to think about it, Petyr fell into conflict again.

Duke Jon's improvement too quickly will also trouble Petyr. He doesn't want Duke Jon to die now, but he also doesn't want to see the King's Hand who has recovered from health again.

A healthy Hand of the King would weaken the power Petyr already had.

At most half a year... A cold light flashed in Petyr's eyes.

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Generally speaking, everything has been going well recently, and everything has developed into what he expected, which makes Petyr feel very good.

Petyr's eyes suddenly trembled.

While he was thinking, Petyr suddenly came up with an idea that made him feel weird. It seemed that things went smoothly for him when Baron Green was away from King's Landing?

Petyr shook his head, getting rid of the ridiculous thought that suddenly occurred to him.

The extremely intelligent Petyr is not superstitious. He only believes in reliable intelligence, which has always been his most reliable force for victory.

What Petyr suspected most now was Maester Pycelle, who was responsible for treating Lord Jon.

King Robert was not a good doctor. When faced with problems, he only knew how to swing a hammer.

Others thought that King Robert's timely return was the key to Duke Jon's recovery.

However, Petyr didn't think so. His intuition told him that there was something wrong with Maester Pycelle, who seemed to have no desires and desires!

Petyr would not arbitrarily trust his intuition. He had already begun to investigate Maester Pycelle to verify whether his intuition was right or wrong.

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Maggot's Tower, Queen's Bedroom.

On the bed, Cersei Lannister, who had just finished her fall, pinned Jaime Lannister under her.

With her slender hands still trembling slightly, Cersei stroked Jaime's handsome face and asked, "James, have you figured it out now?"

Jaime closed his eyes, obsessed with remembering Cersei's tenderness, and did not answer Cersei's questions.

Seeing that James remained silent, Cersei lost her patience and left James' body, grabbed the white nightgown on the side and put it on her body.

James sighed, opened his eyes, leaned sideways and supported his cheek with one hand, and said with a smile: "Cersei, what else do you think I can say?"

Cersei glanced sideways at Jaime, but did not stop moving her hands.

James smiled fondly when he saw Cersei getting up and leaving the bed after putting on her nightgown.

Jaime reached out and grabbed Cersei's neck: "I know, I know, at any time in the end, besides supporting you, what else can I do?"

Hearing this, the corners of Cersei's mouth finally curved.

Cersei leaned close to James, patted James' face gently, and said warmly: "James, you have become cunning. You have to torment me first. Although the process also makes me happy, the thought of it makes me sad." Displeased."

Jaime smiled, folded his hands behind his head, looked at Cersei and said, "Cersei, this makes me intoxicated."

Cersei glanced sideways at Jaime and couldn't help but lower her head, leaving warmth on Jaime's forehead.

Jaime's handsomeness also made Cersei unconsciously lost.

Cersei turned her face sideways and lay on James' broad chest: "James, you have changed recently. I don't know where exactly, but I can feel it."

James curled his lips, rubbed Cersei's hair, and said, "Cersei, you will always understand me best."

As he spoke, James sighed slightly and continued: "I was originally very confident in investigating what was going on behind the scenes, but the more information I collected, the more confused I became... In the end, I didn't even dare to judge whether it was true or false... Did you notice The change is actually that I have recognized myself, and maybe this is a good thing.”

Cersei narrowed her eyes slightly and asked, "What good thing?"

James' tone showed helplessness: "I think... I may not be suitable for dealing with complex situations. I think I am more suitable as a sword, a sword that belongs only to you."

Hearing Jaime's sincere words, Cersei immediately opened her eyes, her eyes bright.

From a perspective that Jaime couldn't see, Cersei couldn't help showing a proud look.

Cersei lowered her voice, and it seemed that her tone was still calm: "James, I support your determination. With your sword and my wisdom, no one can be our opponent. From now on, you will have one less trouble to worry about, but you will More happiness.”

"More happiness?"

Cersei buried her head in Jaime's chest and nodded.

"The sword throws away its thoughts, and it only remains sharp. For you, this sword has finally found its sharpness... To celebrate and as a reward, I will reward you first in the future."

Cersei drew circles with her white fingers, and then said: "Lest you have to work hard to get the chance to torment me... In order not to affect the sharpness of my sword, for you, I can only use my strength and choose to let go in advance. You delight, my Jaime, my shuriken."

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The red sunshine shines on the azure sea, and the sea is shining with golden light, shining like brocade, gorgeous and colorful.

Free Trade City, Governor's Mansion.

Daenerys Targaryen "Brother, you can't do this, I'm not a bargain!"

Snapped!

Daenerys was slapped to the ground by Viserys Targaryen.

Viserys straightened his clothes and spoke with suppressed madness: "My sister, do not try to awaken the wrath of the sleeping dragon."

Daenerys propped up her upper body with one hand and covered her numb cheek with the other hand, unable to hold back her sobs.

Although Daenerys's maids were also trembling from fear of Viserys, they still mustered up the courage to run over, knelt down and hugged the trembling Daenerys tightly.

Viserys raised his sharp chin and said, "I said the last time was the last time!"

The coldness in Viserys' words made the maid shiver.

"No... don't, brother!"

Daenerys spread her arms to block the maid.

Daenerys' actions completely angered Viserys.

"I am Viserys Targaryen III, King of the Andals, Rhoynar, and First Men, Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, Warden of the Realm, and the only true king of the Iron Throne!"

"How dare you resist me, congratulations, you successfully awakened the wrath of the sleeping dragon!"

With that, Viserys strode forward and pushed Daenerys away.

Viserys reached out and grabbed the maid's long hair, and then began to fight with fists and kicks.

Daenerys ignored the pain in her body and tried to stop her brother's violence. With a bang, she was kicked to the ground by Viserys.

"Please, please, let her go, let her go..."

Daenerys, helpless, begged Viserys for mercy.

At first, the maid made a sound because of the pain, but now she collapsed on the ground like soft mud, making no sound.

After venting the anger of the sleeping dragon, Viserys stood quietly for a while, took a long breath, and reached out to brush his silver hair.

Viserys reached up and grabbed Daenerys' chin.

The petite Daenerys was pulled in front of Viserys.

Daenerys's little face was red and swollen from the slap, and she had to face the thin face of Viserys that made her deeply afraid.

Viserys frowned and wiped the tears on Daenerys' face with his other hand: "My will cannot be resisted, do you understand now?"

A smile appeared on Viserys' pale face.

Viserys' smile made Daenerys even more panicked.

Seeing that Daenerys couldn't answer, Viserys' hand holding Daenerys's face tightened: "Are you resisting me with silence?"

Viserys's big hand made Daenerys' little face change shape.

The frightened Daenerys struggled to say: "I... know..."

After saying that, Daenerys's tears fell silently again.

Viserys then showed a satisfied smile and let go of Daenerys.

Seeing Daenerys' petite body swaying, Viserys immediately stretched out his hand to support her, his movements very gentle.

At that moment, Daenerys, who fell into despair, wondered if her brother was back!

Viserys immediately shatters Daenerys' illusions of being humble.

"My sister, I need an army. With an army, I can bring an army home. I will bring home enough troops to take back the Iron Throne.

If I have to marry you off to get this for me, just do it obediently.

As long as it allows me to have an army, even if every soldier has to kill you, I will agree, even the soldiers' horses, if necessary.

Now I just gave you to one person, and it's time for you to snicker... If you don't dry your tears quickly, Illyrio will bring him over, and I don't want him to see you crying.

If you screw up, I won't forgive you... don't try to awaken the wrath of the sleeping dragon! "

After speaking, Viserys helped Daenerys trim her messy silver hair, and very gently left a hot moistening touch on Daenerys' forehead.

Daenerys let Viserys manipulate her, her empty eyes seemed to have lost all life.

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In the early morning, the sky was slightly flushed, coupled with warm rays of sunshine, there were red and purple clouds.

Dominate the suburbs.

Dang~~dang~dangdang~dang~dangdang~~~~

Green looked at the majestic outline of Junlin in the distance, and the tunes from his previous life once again appeared in his mind.

Green pulled the reins.

Green lamented that two months ago when he first came to King's Landing, he was just the Baron of Whispering Castle on the Crab Claw Peninsula.

Now, entering King's Landing for the second time two months later, I... am still the Baron of Whispering Keep.