iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 351 Lioness and Little Rose
After walking a few steps, Duke Mace let out a long sigh: "He still allowed his son to kill a Prince of Dorne in the Women's Branch. Duke Tywin is really old."

He is not good at hiding his true emotions. Although he is feeling emotional, he is slightly gloating about his misfortune.

Green stood next to the Duke of Metz and looked in the direction of the Prime Minister's Tower. He smiled and said, "Do you believe that a man and a half can kill the red viper that is known to all seven countries?"

The Duke of Metz touched his beard and said: "It is no longer possible but it is a fact."

Green's brown eyes moved slightly, and he looked at Duke Mace, who couldn't keep his mouth shut, and said, "Congratulations on taking the lead in the Tyrell-Lannister Alliance. This is also true."

The Duke of Mace smiled heartily, his face full of pride, but he said: "I think with the strength of Lannister, we can quickly quell the war in the Riverlands."

Green shrugged and said: "I heard in the morning that the Messenger Crow with the order to mobilize troops has flown to the West. It is said that Duke Tywin's brother-in-law, Davon Lannister, has been training tens of thousands of new soldiers near the Golden Teeth City (actually two Wan Chutou, Chapter 302)."

The Duke of Metz said in surprise: "How do you know such a secret..."

As he spoke, he stroked his beard and asked, "Did Lannister himself release the news?"

Green spread his hands and said, "You have such piercing eyes that I easily heard this information. I can't think of any other answer, Duke of Metz."

Then, he saw Margaery didn't know what to say, Joffrey immediately laughed, and the laughter quickly returned.

"You look strong, my son."

Looking over there, Green put his hands behind his back and reminded, "Two years... three years... Duke of Metz, this may not be something that some people look forward to."

"It can calm some people's hearts." He seemed to be regretful.

The Duke of Mace stroked his beard with satisfaction: "In two years or so, King Joffrey will be able to rule the country himself."

Seeing Cersei's figure appear, Joffrey, standing in front of the full-length mirror, casually called: "Mom."

Green also lowered his voice: "The Lannister cavalry was almost completely wiped out. At least for a period of time, the lion couldn't even catch the shadow of the running wolf."

After listening, the Duke of Metz pondered for a moment, and his eyes moved again: "No problem, this matter... I'll continue to leave it to Margaery, it will go more smoothly."

After a pause, he suddenly said: "Green, I heard that Kraibo Trading Company is purchasing a large amount of furs?"

Green said helplessly: "It has stopped temporarily. The price of furs has risen very quickly because of our actions."

Joffrey had just taken off his robe, and a waiter outside the room sang: "The Queen Regent - has arrived -"

He reached out and patted Green's arm, saying, "Let the merchant contact Tyrell's steward in King's Landing. As for the price...how much do you want?"

Hearing this, Joffrey pursed his lips, looked in the mirror and raised his head.

After saying that, Cersei raised her hand to signal the others to leave, which made Joffrey frown, but he immediately reacted...Looking powerful?

He added in his heart: At that time, his grandson might have been born, that is... the heir to the Iron Throne with Tyrell blood.

"Feel sorry……"

After performing an excellent crossbow shooting, Joffrey was sweating a lot and decided to go to the king's residence to change clothes, while Margaery returned to the Maiden's Chamber to rest with her group of maids.

After a pause, Duke Mace commented calmly: "Duke Tywin still has some tricks."

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At this time, Green felt like an adult watching a child play.

The corner of Green's mouth curved slightly: "The Riverlands is the stage of the Lannister family after all. We can only be spectators for the time being."

Green's eyes trembled slightly and he replied: "Thank you again for your help, Duke of Metz."

After stroking his chest, Green added: "Duke Metz, I also hope... to increase the amount of food imported from the Reach to the Crab Claw Peninsula."

Queen Cersei paused behind Joffrey and looked at her son. Joffrey had already surpassed her in size and was getting stronger. She nodded with satisfaction.

Hearing this, Duke Mace was stunned at first, and then a smile spread on his face: "With Duke Tywin's ability, he really does not need the sympathy of others."

Duke Metz's eyes moved and he said: "You want to fight, Green?"

Green spread his hands and said, "The more, the better."

Duke Mace unconsciously lowered his voice slightly: "You don't think much of the Lannister army either."

The two waiters in the room quickly stood around and bent down to open the door to the room.

Green sighed slightly: "The war in the Riverlands is too close to the Crab Claw Peninsula. To be precise... I am just in case."

The Duke of Metz laughed and said, "Let's go and have something to eat."

Duke Mace nodded solemnly and murmured: "Lannister..."

"Thank you for your help."

The Duke of Metz nodded and did not ask why Green needed so many furs. He said directly: "Then trade at the lowest price and I will send someone to make arrangements."

He looked into the distance, where... his daughter was cheering for her fiancé, and the little roses of Highgarden seemed to sparkle in the Red Keep.

Putting on a red velvet robe with gold trim, Joffrey stared at himself in the mirror with dissatisfaction in his voice: "Every arrow I shoot can penetrate the Scarecrow's neck. No one can beat me in archery." , Queen Lannister."

Not knowing what happened, Green saw Joffrey suddenly kick the hound, and the laughter and laughter there suddenly disappeared.

Cersei came over and helped Joffrey straighten his clothes and said, "What mother means is that you are very powerful. I have never seen a stronger lion than you."

Taking the new robe from the waiter, Joffrey tilted his head slightly. He looked at Cersei behind him through the mirror and said, "Is something wrong, mother?"

He felt... if it was just a few ships, there would be no need to talk about the golden dragon with Green.

Hearing this, the Duke of Metz slowly stroked his beard, as if he had already guessed it.

Cersei smiled fondly, ran her fingers across the embroidery on Joffrey's shoulder, and suddenly said: "This flower... looks like a Tyrell rose..."

Her green eyes looked at her son: "Beautiful flowers are suitable for our king."

"What do you want to say?"

After saying that, he glanced at his smiling mother. Joffrey took off his robe, looked at the patterns on the clothes, and said, "Flowers, damn flowers."

"I told them I'm not allowed to have flowers on my clothes and they deserve to die."

Joffrey threw the robe at his feet, walked to the hanger, reached out and picked up a black robe without any embroidery.

Cersei lowered her eyes and saw Joffrey's footprints on the piece of clothing on the carpet.

She raised her lips and said, "It can also be used as a bride's dress." Joffrey glanced sideways at Cersei, silently putting on the robe again, with an unhappy look on his face.

Cersei's eyes moved slightly, and the change in Joffrey's expression did not escape her eyes...Osney's report was not wrong, and her son had begun to be confused by the scheming Tyrell woman.

Walking to the chair, Queen Cersei sat down gently and said, "Joffrey, what do you think of her? Do you enjoy getting along with her?"

Her slender fingers grasped the smooth armrest. Rose had laughed too much these days. It was the most piercing sound she had ever heard in the Red Keep.

Joffrey returned to the mirror, looked at it for a while, and asked impatiently: "Who is she?"

Her fingers tapped on the armrest, and Cersei's voice sounded: "The scantily clad Tyrell lady (referring to the highgarden armless dress Margaery wore)."

When she said the last few words, her voice deliberately had a long sound.

Joffrey frowned, and while arranging his clothes, he said: "She is an ideal wife, and her family can help me defeat those traitors as soon as possible..."

His face twisted: "Hang them, burn their castles, spread salt all over their farmland, and no one will dare to rebel again for a hundred years."

Sensing the anger in Joffrey's words, Cersei's smile froze and she said softly: "Your grandpa will soon destroy that despicable little wolf."

Joffrey straightened his collar and snorted coldly.

After a moment of silence, Cersei suddenly said: "She is an ideal wife, but what do you think of her?"

Joffrey glanced at his mother impatiently but said nothing.

After a pause, Cersei praised: "She is beautiful, she is smart, she is kind, she is generous."

Joffrey nodded slightly and said, "That's right."

Her son's reaction made the lioness scratch the handrail again, and she continued: "Don't you think it's interesting that she is concerned about the well-being of hundreds of thousands of people in King's Landing before she even arrives in King's Landing?"

Hearing this, Joffrey's voice showed obvious impatience: "I don't think so."

Cersei's smile became unnatural, and she said slowly: "Joffrey, mother wants to tell you that unusual things may threaten..."

Joffrey interrupted irritably: "Don't you think our conversation..."

He turned to look at his mother: "Is it too boring?"

Cersei stared at her son for a while. She stood up from the chair, approached him, and said, "There must be a hidden reason for the Tyrell woman to bribe those untouchables with bread."

She paused in front of Joffrey, looked up at her son, and continued: "There is a reason why she dresses like a slave girl, and there is a reason why she married a traitor like Renly. These are all yes……"

Joffrey looked at his mother coldly and said: "Margaery Tyrell married Renly Baratheon because of obedience. A smart woman should..."

There was a warning in his voice: "Obey."

Cersei's plumpness slowly rose and fell, and she said: "She can climb onto anyone's bed for power. I won't be wrong. Joffrey, don't believe your eyes, you should ask your heart... "

Joffrey coldly shook off Cersei's hand stretched out to him: "I know my king's heart very well."

Moving his steps, he left and said bitterly: "Queen Regent, if you are bored... go and urge your father to hang that damn running wolf as soon as possible."

Cersei's hand that stopped in mid-air clenched tightly for a while before taking it back.

Cersei did not see Joffrey's dissatisfaction with the Lannister army's defeat to the Starks in the Riverlands. She only saw her son who had been deceived by Margaery.

She had to do something, for her Joffrey.

After a while, Osney Kettleblack pushed open the door and saw Queen Cersei standing silently in front of the window. He respectfully called: "Your Majesty the Queen Mother."

Queen Cersei glanced sideways and waved.

Sir Osney's footsteps approached, Cersei looked out the window and said: "Osney, I hope you can win the favor of Margaery's maids, with your handsomeness and your good tongue."

Sir Osney couldn't help grinning and said: "I heard that they are all roses in Highgarden."

Cersei's beautiful eyes were like emeralds. She looked at Sir Osney and said, "I heard that they would sleep with Margaery. They must know many of Margaery's secrets."

She curled her lips: "For example, her lover."

Disbelief flashed across Sir Osney's face: "Your Majesty, before Miss Margaery arrived at King's Landing, there were rumors... rumors... they insisted..."

Cersei reached out and touched Osney's cheek and said, "Sometimes... you are so innocent and cute, sergeant."

Cersei glanced at Osney's rolling Adam's apple, raised the corners of her lips, and said, "Go, I'm waiting to reward you, my good knight."

After Ser Osney left, Cersei looked out the sunny window again, a sneer flashing across her face.

Perhaps it doesn't matter whether Margaery has a lover or not.

Cersei knew that noble ladies rarely kept virgins*, because most of them were worn out while practicing riding horses, not to mention the little Rose of Highgarden who was said to have been riding horses since she could walk.

As long as there is an excuse for "verification", Margery will not be able to prove her innocence no matter how cunning she is.

She must make Joffrey see Margaery's hypocrisy, and Joffrey will never tolerate being deceived.

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In the throne room, Joffrey's voice echoed: "Dog, tell Margaery Tyrell to come here to meet me."

"Get out of here, no one is allowed in!"

"Dog, get out of here too!"

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With a creaky sound, the thick wooden door of the throne room was pushed open by the golden robes, and Margaery walked in lightly.

Step by step, walking in the empty corridor, Margaery could only hear her own footsteps. Suddenly, there was a "clang" sound, and her body couldn't help trembling. It was the sound of the door closing.

Margaery was wearing a green high court dress, with her small hands folded in front of her belly. When she walked with her waist straight, her long brown curly hair rippled gently on her fair shoulders.

After a while, she first saw the ferocious-shaped Iron Throne, and then... King Joffrey sitting directly on the steps below.

As the distance grew closer, she spotted the ornately decorated crossbow in Joffrey's hand.

There was a slight smile on Margaery's little face, but her footsteps paused slightly unnoticeably, because... she saw the crossbow in Joffrey's hand aimed at her.

Keeping her elegant pace unchanged, Margaery stood not far from Joffrey. She gave a gentle salute and said: "Your Majesty, it is an honor to be summoned by you."

(End of this chapter)