iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 343: Joffrey’s Arena

"That...is such a shame."

Green Claypool smiled slightly, and nodded slightly towards Joffrey: "Your Majesty."

Joffrey nodded, then he looked around casually and said, "Dog, bring me a chair. I have something to talk to Duke Green."

After speaking, he waved to the waiters and maids around him to leave.

The wooden chair was placed next to Joffrey by Sandor Clegane. Green grabbed the back of the chair and moved it slightly backwards before sitting down.

As soon as he sat down, Joffrey couldn't wait to speak: "I heard that my father gave you the task of hunting down the Beggar King?"

Tommen, who was sitting behind Joffrey, interjected curiously: "The Beggar King? What is that?"

Seeing that Tommen dared to interrupt his words, Joffrey's face flashed with anger, but when he noticed that Myrcella and Margaery both looked curious, he suddenly felt proud.

"The Beggar King is a remnant of the Targaryens. His name is Viserys. He is the last son of the Mad King. Since I was born, he has been wandering around the major free trade cities, claiming to be the King of the Seven Kingdoms..."

As he spoke, Joffrey suddenly laughed and said, "I heard that Duke Greene almost invaded the mansion of the Governor of Pentos in order to hunt down the Beggar King. Tommen, this is a warrior."

"Uncle Tyrion, he just sent someone to deliver the good news he got from Dorne - Viserys is dead."

Sandor glanced at Green, paused, and his harsh and hoarse voice sounded: "Your Majesty, the Duke, suspects that the Dornish people have ulterior motives, King."

With Green's words and Margaery's words, the anger in Joffrey's heart immediately dissipated.

"They said he was missing, but they are not sure..."

Joffrey raised his head arrogantly and said, "Mother thinks this is inappropriate, because if I really go off in person, I will definitely win the championship, which will affect the justice of the king."

Margaery stretched out her hand and gently held Joffrey's wrist, smiling and saying: "My king, the Tyrell army is at your disposal."

After hearing Green's words, King Joffrey's handsome face twisted. Seeing this... Margaery's brown eyes trembled slightly.

Joffrey clenched his slender hands into fists and continued: "My father once said that a female dragon will breed a bunch of evil dragons, and she must not be let go."

As he spoke, he stopped talking and tapped the armrests of the chair with his fingers, as if he suddenly thought of something.

Margaery smiled like a flower: "Duke Greene, my father obeys the order of His Majesty the King."

He turned to look at Sandor: "Dog, don't you think so?"

Green nodded slightly. He first glanced at Margaery, then moved his gaze to Joffrey, and said: "To be honest, in order to live up to King Robert's trust, I offered an exciting reward to the person who provided the information. This is how we can grasp the specific whereabouts of Viserys. But what do the Dornish people have?"

Green said with a smile: "It's a pity that the Seven Kingdoms have lost a grand event."

Joffrey laughed again.

At this time, Tommen said excitedly: "Yes, Joffrey is the best! Brother, are you going to compete today?"

He seemed to regret: "My original plan was that after I caught him, I would fight him face to face and execute the remaining Targaryens with my own hands."

Feeling that all kinds of eyes were focused on him, Green spread his hands and joked: "King Joffrey, there is nothing I can do. The golden dragons your father gave... are too many."

King Joffrey nodded with satisfaction at Duke Green's conscientiousness.

After a pause, he frowned slightly: "I never got any news from him, which makes me confused."

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There were too many people's eyes on the high platform. Joffrey calmed down, but clenched his fists and said bitterly: "I will never let any traitor go!"

Joffrey frowned, and Margaery, who was sitting next to him, said, "Did the Dornish people remind you of something, Duke Green?"

Green looked at Little Rose, raised his eyebrows, and said: "Miss Margery, although I respect the Duke of Metz, I will not give up the position of vanguard easily."

Joffrey immediately said angrily: "How dare they play tricks on me?!"

Green was stunned and said in surprise: "Dead?"

Joffrey chuckled: "Dead, it is said that he was burned to ashes. Is his way of death too ridiculous? The fire dragon is the emblem of the Targaryen family."

His fingers moved for a moment, and then he said: "If it is the same method, why did Martell tell us the news at this time?"

At this time, the horn of the competition sounded, and their eyes moved to the field below.

Green thought for a moment and said: "I mainly obtain the information on Essos through bounties. Since the Dornish people..."

Everyone laughed, Joffrey laughing the loudest.

Joffrey, who was sitting in the middle, chuckled: "Don't worry, I am a just king."

"very good."

When the laughter stopped, Green smiled and said: "I bear in mind His Majesty Robert's trust in me...About half a year ago, I received news from Viserys in a small city-state in the south of Essos, so...I personally I took the fleet and soldiers to hunt him down, but lost his whereabouts later..."

Green shook his head slightly, moved the thumb and index finger of one hand slightly, and said: "Your Majesty, I can't give you an accurate answer. I am very unfamiliar with Dorne and don't know much about it. I only hope that they will understand Tanger." Leanne’s excessive attention is out of loyalty to you.”

Margery, who was silently watching the conversation between the two, also said: "I'm sorry too. I can't even imagine that scene. I think your bravery will conquer the hearts of the Seven Kingdoms."

The corners of Sandor's mouth twitched slightly, and after a pause, he replied: "Of course, you are the king."

The eyes of Green and Margery touched slightly.

Green caressed his chest and said: "King Joffrey, Kleb's army recommends itself to be your vanguard in countering the rebellion."

After a short moment of silence, King Joffrey turned to look at the hound.

After a while, Green frowned and said, "King Joffrey, Viserys also has a sister. Do the Dornish people have any news about her?"

The master of ceremonies sang: "Ser Meryn Trant of the Kingsguard!"

Ta-ta-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat, Sir Marlin entered the arena from the west. He was wearing bright white gold-lined armor and riding a milky-white horse. The gray horse's mane was flying, and the long snow-white cloak behind his back was fluttering in the wind. He held a hand in his hand. Carrying a long lance.

"Arbor Island, Ser Hobber of House Redwyne!"

After the master of ceremonies finished speaking, Sir Hopper entered from the east on a black horse. The horse was dressed in burgundy and blue. His lance was also tied with cloth strips of the same color, and his shield was decorated with thunder. The Devine family's grape bunch crest.

Woooooooooooooo.

When the trumpet sounded, Sir Merlin and Sir Hopper immediately held their lances levelly, kicked their spurs, and charged towards each other.

Sawdust flew and steel rang.

In the cheers, the white horse and the black horse passed each other, and the white spears and flower spears exploded into pieces one after another.

Ser Hobb swayed on the horse, while Ser Meryn sat firmly on the horse. They each turned their horses at the end of the arena, dropped their broken spears, and received new lances from the squire.

With a sharp kick of the spurs, Sir Merlin and Sir Hopper met again. boom!
This time, Ser Meryn suddenly moved the tip of his spear and pierced Ser Hopper's chest, causing him to fly straight off the horse and fall heavily to the ground.

The spectators in the stands cheered for Sir Merlin, but King Joffrey on the high platform said contemptuously: "What a terrible fight."

Green smiled and said nothing. He just gestured to the waiter standing far away to pour wine for them.

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"Ser Balon Swann of Stonehelm of the Kingsguard!"

[The Sven family of Stonehelm City is one of the main families in the Stormlands. Their castle controls the land in the east of Dorne, from the Red Earth to Cape Wrath]

Sir Balon rides a maroon warhorse, his helmet is decorated with a pair of broad white wings, and his shield is painted with a pattern of black and white swans fighting each other.

"Moros of the Sterling family!"

Green, who was holding the wine glass, raised his eyebrows slightly. Isn't this the son of Janos Sterling (the golden robe commander-in-chief of Robert I, who died at the hands of Lord Eddard, Chapter 162)?

Moros Sterling was a squire. When he entered the venue, he was still a little unsteady even with his gun and shield.

"Look at that donkey look on him!" Joffrey suddenly screamed loudly, so loud that half of the audience could hear him.

Moros was a newly minted squire, and with his humble origins and his father's bad reputation, the spectators laughed without scruples.

Green's attention was not below at this time.

He saw... when Joffrey "snarled", Margaery looked at her king with all her eyes, and Green's mouth couldn't help but curve slightly.

He could feel that Joffrey was becoming more and more satisfied with his noble fiancée. This change could not be hidden from Cersei's eyes and ears, and she would soon know it.

Under the rules of the palace game, Cersei is not Margaery's opponent, so after losing the fight, the lioness's "madness" will not be too far away.

Green raised his glass to the little rose, silently wishing her victory in the "regular" battle.

Margaery blinked her elk-like eyes, pursed her lips and smiled. She picked up the wine glass gracefully and tasted the summer red in the glass.

Joffrey suddenly pointed down and laughed.

Sir Balon easily dealt with Moros, but when Moros fell off his horse, one of his feet got stuck in the stirrup, and he was dragged by the frantic horse to the end of the arena. His head kept hitting the ground along the way.

I had to admit that Moros was very strong. When the golden robe took off his horse, he was still alive and kicking even though he was covered in blood.

Joffrey couldn't stop laughing, and he said to his brother: "Tommen, we picked the wrong opponent for you. This guy is worse than the Scarecrow."

Tommen's cheeks slowly puffed up, and Princess Myrcella comforted him in a low voice.

In the next scene, a seemingly imposing old knight was easily knocked off his horse by Sir Horace of the Redwin family.

Joffrey curled his lips: "It's really terrible."

The hunting dog's voice sounded: "If you feel bored, you can let them do other things. These delicate flower knights are very suitable for dancing, king."

Everyone let out low laughter, and Green also looked up and smiled.

Hearing the hound's advice, Joffrey chuckled: "Shut up, watching dancing is really boring."

Then, he looked towards the arena with interest, which made Green couldn't help but glance at Sandor, who was standing expressionless, and Margaery on the other side.

Feeling the gaze of Green and Margaery, Sandor said: "I am not a delicate flower."

After a pause, he added: "I won't dance for you."

"Actually, I'm looking forward to it."

Green shrugged, Margaery pursed her lips slightly, and they looked at the arena again.

…………

"Sir Angai Angai of Crab Claw Peninsula (Chapter 274)!"

An Gai in silver armor and blue robe appeared on the west side of the competition ground. After stopping and dismounting, he saluted from a distance towards the high platform where Green was.

"Ser Dontos of House Hollard!"

After a pause, the master of ceremonies repeated: "Sir Dontos of House Hollard!"

After the third roll call, a chestnut horse finally ran into the arena. The bright red silk on its body fluttered in the wind, but there was no human figure on the saddle.

After a while, Sir Dontos arrived with staggering steps. He was cursing and chasing his horse. Except for his breastplate and feathered helmet...he didn't even have a strip of cloth. ** Rocking back and forth while running.

In the laughter of the spectators, Ser Dontos grabbed the reins and tried to climb onto the horse's back, but the horse refused to stand still, and he was obviously drunk and kept stepping on it with his big bare feet. Less than stirrups.

The spectators in the stands were laughing so hard.

On the high platform, Green's brown eyes moved slightly, and he noticed that King Joffrey's anger was raging.

Finally, Sir Dontos decided to give up. He sat down heavily in the mud, took off his feathered helmet, and stood aside.

He shouted towards the high platform: "I give up, give me some wine!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Joffrey stood up and said: "Dog, let someone bring a barrel of wine."

His face twisted: "I want to see this idiot drown in it!"

Margery said warmly: "My king, today is not a suitable day..."

Joffrey looked sideways at Margaery and interrupted: "You want to ask for forgiveness for that fool, my fiancée?"

Facing Joffrey's unprovoked question, Margaery flexed one finger slightly, her expression remained unchanged, and her tone remained gentle: "He and I are strangers. Your Majesty, I want to say, maybe you can change Please take a moment to deal with it, because today...the entire Seven Kingdoms are celebrating you."

Joffrey seemed to realize that his "questioning" of his fiancée was slightly inappropriate.

He showed an unnatural smile: "Of course, I am joking with you, my beautiful fiancée."

After sitting down again, when he held up one of Little Rose's hands, the smile on his face became more natural: "Miss Margery, I have heard about your good deeds in the Reach. Today is indeed not the right time to bleed. Thank you for your advice.”

"It is a great honor for me to receive your praise."

The smile on Margaery's little face was sweet. At this moment... although she didn't show it on her face, she felt a certain fear of Joffrey in her heart.

Green's voice sounded: "King Joffrey, I think this drunk knight has the potential to be a jester. Maybe he just lacks a clown costume."

He smiled at Margaery: "What do you suggest me, Miss Rose?"

(End of this chapter)