The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Petyr took a sip of summer red, put down his wine glass, and said, "Earl Green, I was full of ambitions when I was appointed Lord Treasurer by Duke Jon. However, when I actually participated in the Royal Council, I realized that I could only choose to be prudent and protect myself. "

After a pause, Petyr said: "Your Majesty's younger brother, Duke Renly, the Minister of Justice, is keen on dressing up. The golden dragons he spends on his clothes are probably not even matched by Her Majesty the Queen.

Ser Barristan, Captain of the Kingsguard, loves his honor, Grand Maester Pycelle, the Royal Advisor, only cares about his hard-won position, Varys, the Chief of Intelligence... Only the gods know what he is thinking. besides……"

Petyr almost forgot about the weak Stannis Baratheon.

"Lord Stannis, the Lord of the Sea, will not return to the council unless someone sends all the daughters of King's Landing into the sea."

Green smiled and shook his head: "It does sound a bit bad, but the Royal Council has a charming charm, and many people are eager to get seats in the Royal Council."

The Royal Council is the highest authority in the kingdom's government affairs. It assists the king in handling the kingdom's government affairs and is responsible for providing advice and consultation to the king from their respective professional perspectives.

The appointment and dismissal of the members of the Royal Council are decided by the king. The Royal Council directly takes orders from the king. When the king is absent, the king's hand acts as his authority. When the king is a minor, the regent exercises the monarch's power.

Due to the worship tradition of the number seven brought by the Seven Gods brought by the Andals, there are usually seven members of the council, and their powers are: Hand of the King, Grand Maester, Captain of the Kingsguard, Minister of Justice, Chancellor of the Exchequer, Admiralty Minister, intelligence chief.

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Petyr shrugged and said, "The interests of the family are higher than the interests of the kingdom."

Green was moved on the surface by Petyr's confession, but in his heart he only regarded his words as reference material.

Green's brown eyes trembled slightly: "Now I understand why Prime Minister Jon doesn't get better. He collapsed from exhaustion."

Petyr leaned his back against the back of the chair and sighed softly before saying: "Duke Jon has been silently shouldering the heavy responsibilities of the kingdom for a long time. His broad shoulders were almost overwhelmed by the kingdom's affairs and other worries. .

Especially his son, Robert Arryn, had always been thin and weak. Lady Arryn was worried about this all day long and could hardly let him out of sight.

I don't think even a strong person can bear such internal and external pressure, not to mention that Duke Jon is no longer young. It is not surprising that he is exhausted both physically and mentally. "

Duke Jon is indeed an admirable person, but for Green, he cannot like this person, especially after being stared at by him all the time.

It's not about right or wrong, it's about opposition of positions.

The position represented by Jon Arryn is the Kingdom and the Vale, and the position represented by Grimm Kleb is the Crab Claw Peninsula.

After the Reaver War, the valley nobles led by Duke Jon have suppressed the Crab Claw Peninsula for more than ten years. The accumulated hatred between the two places can be said to be unsolvable without bloodshed.

The Valley and Crab Claw Peninsula are also geographical neighbors.

It would be okay if the Crab Claw Peninsula had been weak, but Duke Jon was already old and weak, and the power of the Crab Claw Peninsula was gradually integrated by Green's Kleb family. As time went by, even if a war suddenly broke out one day, it would be a disaster. No surprise.

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Green had a complicated smile, raised his glass and said, "For the health of the old Duke."

Petyr's gray-green eyes moved, he took a sip of summer red, raised the corners of his lips, and said: "Haha, I really hope Duke Jon is here, he will be moved by you."

Green spread his hands helplessly: "I just hope that the old Duke will stop paying attention to me. His love for me is too deep, and I can't repay him."

Petyr's eyes flickered: "It's difficult for the time being. I served as a tax collector in Seagull Town, and someone told me that a song from the Crab Claw Peninsula became a banned song there."

The topic between the two of them naturally moved from the royal meeting to Seagull Town in the valley.

Green scoffed and said, "It's very innocent, but it's actually a good song."

Petyr shrugged: "I know them. They always think that the valley is the safest place in Westeros, and they have developed the habit of making a fuss out of a molehill."

Hearing this, Green's hand holding the wine glass stiffened for a moment, which made the elegant smile on Petyr's face deepen.

Petyr has confirmed Green's attitude towards the Vale.

Through the information on paper, Petyr already knew his hatred for the Crab Claw Peninsula, and tonight was just a further confirmation.

It was Petyr's way, he liked or was used to being infallible.

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"Sooner or later the conflict will be resolved."

After saying this, Petyr raised his wine glass very elegantly, gestured towards Green, and continued: "In the vast sea, the most dangerous thing is not the storm, but the danger of the human heart. The royal fleet appeared in the city-state of Essos It will be treated as an invasion, Count Green, you need a reliable maritime mercenary group now."

Green's eyes moved: "Lord Petyr, only by having real contact can I realize that you are loved by Huiquan. This is one of the things that worries me the most."

"one of them?"

Petyr smiled and said: "It seems that you are worried about Queen Cersei... Earl Green, although we are just pawns in the eyes of the big shots, when you have value, you can be sold at a price. Regardless. Is it an appearance or a fact? Now that you have been entrusted with important tasks by His Majesty Robert and Prime Minister Jon, you should not be the one who should be anxious."

Green was stunned for a moment, and then said with emotion: "Lord Petyr, you have piercing eyes, please accept my sincere thanks."

After saying that, Green thanked Petyr with his chest carefully caressed.

Petyr shook his head slightly and said: "Earl Green, we are friends. There is no need to thank friends for their kind words, and if you want to thank them, it is still early."

Seeing Green's confused look, Petyr raised the corners of his lips and added: "There is a small maritime mercenary group. They own a sea ship and rely on escorting valley merchant ships traveling between Westeros and Essos. to feed themselves.

I have heard of them for a long time, and their reputation has always been good, but most of their members come from the north and have been marginalized by their counterparts in the valley. They can only make ends meet.

Perhaps because they couldn't survive, or because these upright men had heard something, the Yankees were not afraid of the heat and actually planned to go to Dorne to try their luck. By chance, I found out about this..."

After a pause, Petyr spread his hands and continued: "I think there is no shortage of warriors in the Crab Claw Peninsula, but there is a shortage of sailors, so I helped them get two more sea ships. Of course, I contacted you in your name. Them, Earl Green."

Timely rain for Petyr?

Green's face was suppressed with excitement, but in his heart he was lamenting Petyr's method of winning over people's hearts.

A flexible bottom line, an outstanding mind, and sufficient ambition... Green secretly raised Petyr's danger level by one level.

[That summer, Green, with his hands in his pockets, looked around... and met an opponent]

Green had no choice but to stand up and spread his arms towards Petyr. His tone was full of gratitude: "Lord Petyr, thank you for your generosity. Cleber will bear it in mind."

"You're welcome, it's a gift to celebrate your promotion to the title."

Petyr also spread his hands, hugged Green, and patted Green on the back a few times.

After sitting down again, Petyr folded his legs and leaned on the back of the chair: "Soon, we will see them in your Mermaid Harbor. The upright Yankees are working day and night to serve you."

There is no such thing as gratuitous kindness in Game of Thrones, let alone the always shrewd Petyr.

What might be Petyr Baelish's purpose?

Valley... A smile appeared on Green's face and he said: "Lord Petyr, thank you again. Now I have nothing to worry about."

Dong Dong Dong, after knocking on the door, two girls entered the room.

One has red hair and blue eyes, the other has blonde hair and blue eyes.

Her milky skin and voluptuous figure are even more charming under the candlelight.

Petyr blinked one eye, pointed at the blond girl, and said to Green: "Earl Green, you still need the encouragement of a beauty. Tonight is the night of no return."

It turned out that Petyr liked this, and Green understood Petyr in an instant.

Green raised his face and smiled... Well, this can be regarded as a victory in disguise.

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King's Landing at night, Kleb's new house.

"Only here is the light."

The door to the study room was pushed open, and Tyrion Lannister stepped in.

Samwell, who was immersed in books, heard the movement and raised his head from the book to look at the door.

The door opened, and he seemed to hear voices...but found no one.

Samwell shuddered, a look of fear appearing on his face.

"Fat boy, look down, you made me feel offended."

Samwell came back to his senses and quickly looked in the direction of the sound.

Samwell and Tyrion's eyes collided.

Samwell was startled, stood up quickly, nodded awkwardly and apologized: "Good night, Lord Tyrion, I...I didn't mean to offend."

Tyrion ignored Samwell and climbed onto the chair to sit down. He turned his eyes and opened the books here and said, "What are you reading?"

Samwell replied cautiously: "Books about dragons."

Tyrion said with great interest: "Samwell, you also like dragons? Also, sit down for me. I don't like darkness. Your body blocks the candlelight."

"I'm sorry, my lord."

With a thud, Samwell sat down hurriedly.

"The Kraibo Territory pays great attention to bows and arrows. I do it for research... The book says that the keel is black because of its high iron content, so the keel is as hard as iron. But it is also extremely light and tough. A bow can be easily made from the keel. Beyond the range of a wooden bow.”

Tyrion listened patiently and said, "It seems that you have found your own way, the eldest son of the famous general Randyll?"

Samwell moved his lips and lowered his head silently.

"My question seems to have affected your mood. I'm sorry, dwarfs have never been very good at observing people's emotions. The senior dwarfs who have always been performing arts all dress casually and speak freely. I am not an outlier."

Tyrion's words made Samwell smile shyly.

Tyrion nodded with satisfaction: "You are very good, you can understand my humor. In the whole King's Landing, besides Green, there is another one like you."

Samwell scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

Tyrion grinned and said, "Lord Randyll Tarly's eldest son?"

There was a hint of sadness on Samwell's face: "Lord Tyrion, I am Lord Randyll Tarly's son. He... doesn't like me. I have left there."

Tyrion shrugged and said, "Another poor guy who doesn't get his father's love."

Samwell understood the meaning of Tyrion's words and said doubtfully: "I'm sorry, I can't imagine how sad you are."

Tyrion laughed: "Sam, you have a smart brain. I like you."

Samwell smiled shyly.

Tyrion supported his body with one hand, stretched out most of his body from the chair, and pulled the open book over with his other hand: "Dragon is an interesting knowledge. When I was your age, I often read Dreaming about having your own dragon one day...what does that look in your eyes mean? Don't you ever have this kind of dream?"

Samwell admitted honestly: "There was, but there are no dragons in the world anymore."

"Have you realized the cruel truth so early? I have deceived myself for at least several years."

"You might prefer dragons."

"Aha, so you don't want to have your fantasy shattered?"

Tyrion shook his head and said: "I like dragons because as long as I can ride on the dragon's back, even a stunted, deformed and twisted ugly little boy can look down on the world. A bad childhood..."

Tyrion seemed to be reminiscing, and his tone was cold and emotionless: "When I was a child, I used to hide in the tunnels deep in Casterly Rock and light fires. Looking at the blazing flames, I imagined that it was the fire breathed out by the dragon. I looked at it for a long time. . Occasionally, I will fantasize...I am still not sure if I am his biological father who was burned to death by the dragon, and sometimes it is my sister."

Tyrion, who had his head slightly lowered, quietly raised his eyes and glanced at Samwell, who looked frightened, and couldn't help laughing.

"If Green hears this, he will seriously advise me to act instead of thinking, haha."

Tyrion's humor frightened him... Samwell wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

Tyrion laughed for a while, then suppressed his smile, and his tone became serious: "For me, these things are in the past and can no longer hurt me, so now I can use them as a joke. Sam, please remember, dare to face Facing the past and having the courage to choose the future, these are all the things that will help you in your life."

After saying that, Tyrion jumped down from the chair neatly, reached out and patted Samwell's... knee, hummed a warm tune popular in King's Landing, turned around and walked away.

Tyrion's kind words before leaving seemed to hit the deepest part of Samwell's heart, causing him to be deeply shaken.

Samwell looked at Tyrion's young figure, the candlelight stretching his shadow very long.

Samwell's vision blurred for a moment, as if he saw a giant.

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Free City, Pentos, Governor's Mansion.

Daenerys Targaryen's handmaiden is still dead.

Governor Illyrio's physician told Daenerys that her handmaiden had damaged her internal organs and was incurable.

The grief-stricken Daenerys had nightmares all night long.

"You have awakened the wrath of the sleeping dragon!"

In the dream, there was not even a piece of cloth on Daenerys' body, and Viserys took action again, twisting his face and punching and kicking her.

Daenerys was so scared that she didn't know what to do. She wanted to run away from Viserys, but her body didn't obey her orders.

Daenerys' thighs were covered in blood, and she was moaning with her eyes closed. She heard a ferocious tearing, followed by a majestic crackle of fire, as if someone was responding to her.

Daenerys opened her eyes and saw that Viserys was gone. A huge pillar of fire rose around her, with a giant dragon in the middle of the pillar.

The dragon slowly turned its head, and Daenerys woke up the moment her eyes collided with her eyes.

When she woke up, Daenerys was shaking and sweating.

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Daenerys's cheeks were red from being slapped by Viserys, and her embarrassed figure forced Governor Illyrio to postpone her wedding plan.

Governor Illyrio is a merchant who specializes in spices, gems, dragon bones, and other shady dealings.

He has extensive connections, not only throughout the nine Free Cities, but also as far east as Vaes Dothraki and the legendary lands along the Jade Sea.

Rumor has it that he would be happy to sell out any friend for a price he could offer.

Governor Illyrio said: "Your Majesty Viserys, your sister must at least look like a princess."

Viserys said loudly: "Of course she is a princess, she is the princess of Dragonstone, a real princess."

Governor Illyrio patiently explained: "Your Majesty, you need an army. What you need now is Princess Daenerys, not a poor little girl. People in the world are accustomed to using their eyes to identify the value of items."

Viserys finally listened.

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Although Viserys couldn't leave scars on Daenerys, he had other options.

"Get rid of the hunchback habit and lift your head up."

Viserys stretched out his hand to push Daenerys's shoulders back, and slowly ran his fingers over Daenerys' various parts.

"My sister, don't make a fool of me in the future. If something goes wrong... you don't want to awaken the wrath of the sleeping dragon, right?"

Viserys's slightly twisted smile made Daenerys tremble unconsciously.

Viserys' fingers squeezed tighter and tighter, and Daenerys was in unbearable pain even through her coat.

"Do you understand?"

"Oh, I see……"

Viserys then showed a satisfied look and caressed Daenerys's silver hair lovingly: "When I return to the Iron Throne one day, I will not forget your contribution."

The Iron Throne... that land on the other side of the Narrow Sea. Her brother always claimed that Westeros, which she had never seen before, belonged to them.

The names in his mouth: Casterly Rock, Eyrie, Highgarden, Arryn Vale, Dorne, etc., to Daenerys are just a patchwork of words.

They were forced to flee King's Landing because of the Reaver War. Viserys was still an eight-year-old boy, and Daenerys was still comfortably pregnant with her mother.

Daenerys only vaguely remembered Ser William Darry. He was a burly man with a gray beard. Even though he was half-blind later, he could still roar and give orders from his sickbed.

The servants were afraid of Ser William Darry, but he was always kind to Daenerys. His hands were as soft as leather, and he called her his little princess.

At that time, they lived in a house with a red door in Braavos. Dany had her own room, and there was a lemon tree outside her bedroom window.

After the death of Sir William, who was suffering from illness day and night, the servants stole all the little money he had left, and it wasn't long before they were expelled from the spacious red house.

When the red painted door closed for them forever, Daenerys could no longer hold back her tears.

Daenerys feels like her home there.