iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 364: The Silver-haired Guard of the True Dragon

Both sides of the corridor of the Eagle's Nest were paved with milky white blue-veined marble, and the lazy pale morning light shone in through rows of narrow arched windows.

The white marble floor was covered with a blue silk carpet. Housekeeper Surana was wearing a round-necked blue dress, with her chin slightly raised, her hands folded in front of her belly, and her back straight as she walked. The first row behind her was two middle-aged women dressed similarly, and the next three rows were nine young maids wearing Crabbe maid uniforms (Chapter 11).

Surana paused in front of a small fireplace at the corner of the stairs, and everyone behind him stopped as well.

Standing there, she seemed to feel it and said, "Have someone add more fire. Her Royal Highness the Princess will pass by here soon."

After giving the order, she continued to move forward, and at the same time... the maid in the last row and on the far right left immediately.

As she walked, she said, "Her Royal Highness will have breakfast in the study today...honey and milk..."

As she finished her words, two more maids hurried away.

"here………"

"here………"

"here………"

Housekeeper Surana gave orders as she walked, and when she stood in front of the lord's bedroom door, there were only two people left by her.

"Good day."

Ser Barristan Selmy, dressed in silver armor and a red cloak, stood faithfully guarding the door, and the two men nodded slightly.

Standing in front of the door, Surana straightened the folds of her skirt.

She was calm and expressionless, but she mentally reviewed the places she had inspected and confirmed again that there was no problem. Only then did she feel relieved.

Since her promotion to the position of Chief of Eagle's Nest, she has been "trembling with fear" every day, although she does not show it on her face.

To be honest, when she was working as a housekeeper in Whispering City, she never dreamed that one day she would become the steward of Eagle's Nest. This was almost the pinnacle of the stewards in the Seven Kingdoms, second only to the palace steward of the Red Keep.

As for the former first butler of the Kleber family, Herschel, as the governor of Mermaid Harbor, he is no longer a mere butler.

Thinking about the future wife of Kleber in the house, and then thinking about the three dragons that were almost the same size as sheep but could eat more than a dozen sheep every day... Surana's heartbeat couldn't help but quicken.

With a light breath, she raised her hand and knocked gently on the door.

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In the soft morning light, Daenerys' short hair glowed with a faint silver light. She was wearing a light gold nightgown and reading a letter.

She looked up and gave a gentle smile to Surana who was bowing: "Good day, ma'am."

Butler Surana took a purple silk dress with a slit neckline from the maid and asked, "Is this okay?"

Daenerys's violet eyes swept across and pointed to the light blue silk dress in the hand of another maid: "Wear it today."

Hearing this, Surana handed the one in his hand back to the maid, reached out to take the other one, and said, "Please allow me to serve you."

"Good work."

After Daenerys put the letter away and stood up, three maids came over, took off her nightgown and changed her into underwear.

Then, Surana came closer, flicked the dress in her hand, and put it on her.

Her eyes unconsciously swept over the graceful curves, and the movements of her hands... seemed as if she was doing something very sacred, not only delicate but also cautious.

What is Surana thinking... Every part of the future Mrs. Crab's body is so delicate. In order to live up to the trust of the former Mrs. Crab and the young master, she must "take care" of it carefully. This is related to her honor as a housekeeper.

After putting on her clothes and jewelry, Daenerys came to the full-length mirror, looked around, and said, "Very good."

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After a shake, the basket stopped in the capstan room of the Eagle's Nest, and Dame Reina with a ponytail came out first.

The corridor was filled with the crisp sound of footsteps hitting the stone slabs. The smallest girl, silver-haired Reina, walked in front.

The five female warriors surrounding her had different figures and appearances, but they all had...silver hair.

Outside the study door.

Ser Reyna looked up at Barristan and said, "Knight Whitebeard, I request to see Her Royal Highness the Princess."

Ser Barristan glanced at the silver-haired people in front of him, his eyes trembling, and said, "Sir, if you are not in a hurry, I would like to suggest that you wait a moment. Her Royal Highness has received three people in a row in the study, and breakfast has just been delivered."

After a pause, he added: "You won't have to wait long."

"no problem."

Ser Barristan was much taller than Ser Reyna. She took two steps back to make her neck more comfortable before she spoke: "According to Lord Green's order, from today on, they will be the guards of Her Royal Highness the Princess."

Then, she pointed to the silver-haired female warriors beside her and said, "They are warriors carefully selected from Crab Claw Peninsula. They will be under your charge from now on."

Reina looked at the white-haired old knight with her bright eyes. All members of the Princess's Guard had silver hair...this person could barely be considered to have silver hair.

Very good, the task assigned by Lord Green... is completed.

After listening to Ser Reina's introduction, Barristan couldn't help but frown slightly. He had never heard of these things before.

He wanted to ask, but remembered the warning from Duke Green (Chapter 289), so he opened his mouth and said, "I am Whitebeard Astan. I will be your captain for some time to come. It is an honor to work with you."

Watching them salute each other, Lady Reina grinned, revealing her sparkling white teeth.

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In the study, Daenerys put down the spoon and said, "Maybe I miss Green too much..."

Taking the napkin from Surana, she continued, "The content of the dream is already very vague. I only remember that I couldn't wait for Green in that familiar room... Then there were scary-looking barbarians all around me... My outfit... My hair was braided with a lot of hair oil, and I wore a dirty painted leather vest and rode barefoot... Oh... I also ate raw meat with the barbarians... Oh... I woke up from a nightmare this morning."

Looking at the princess who was complaining like a normal girl, Surana's usually stern face also smiled, which was rare.

As she placed the milk with honey on Daenerys's table, she said, "I think this dream that impressed you so deeply is a reminder that Lord Green in King's Landing is thinking of you all the time."

After discussing the correct "guidance", no one cared about the exact content of the dream anymore. After getting a satisfactory answer, Daenerys smiled beautifully.

Then she touched her belly and sighed quietly.

Daenerys's reactions did not escape the eyes of Surana, who was watching her closely.

After a pause, Surana said in a gentle voice, "Your Highness, please forgive me for my offense. Before leaving the Eagle's Nest, Lord Green once told me to give you advice at the right time... Don't worry about getting pregnant. He said... A child is the fruit of love, and the expectation itself is the sweet happiness of you and him."

After repeating the lord's original words, Ms. Surana secretly breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, she would occasionally wonder how the simple Kleber family could have welcomed a head with such a sweet tongue.

Looking at the future hostess who was already immersed in sweetness, she paused and smiled again unconsciously.

"May the gods old and new bless you."

Knock, knock, knock. There was a knock on the door. Daenerys Targaryen put away her smile, sat down, and nodded slightly to Surana.

After receiving the response, Ser Barristan pushed the door open and walked in. "Your Highness, the Keeper of the Gates of the Moon, Ser Reyna, requests an audience with you."

Then, Daenerys, who was sitting upright, saw a "pile" of silver hair entering the study, and her beautiful eyes couldn't help but tremble.

After the greeting ceremony, Lady Reina came out and reintroduced them: "Your Highness, they are the silver-haired warriors carefully selected by Steward Herschel in the Crab Claw Peninsula according to Lord Green's instructions. They are as sharp as hunting dogs and as fierce as cheetahs. Each of them can beat ten (she almost said the Valley people out of habit)... ten enemies."

After a pause, she continued, "When necessary, if you encounter unexpected danger, they will disguise themselves as you to divert the enemy and ensure your safety. Please believe that those who can stand in front of you are Kleber's most loyal warriors."

Daenerys's purple eyes slowly swept over the silver-haired iron guards present, and her full breasts rose and fell slightly. Green was always so thoughtful. At this moment... the real dragon wanted to ride him. Although it was tiring, she was willing to do so.

Recovering her slightly distracted thoughts, she stood up from the chair.

As she walked in front of the Iron Guards, every time she looked at each one, each silver-haired female warrior would bang her fist on the plate armor on her chest according to the tradition of Crab Claw Peninsula to show their loyalty.

"My Iron Guards."

Daenerys paused and looked at them again, then continued, "Welcome to you and thank you for your loyalty. I am a princess who was once exiled, the fiancée of Lord Green Crabbe. I entrust my safety to you, and I give you my trust and promise to treat your loyalty well."

Everyone puffed out their chests and said, "Long live Her Royal Highness the Princess!"

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Jaime, guess why Cersei trusts Ser Osney...

The golden and black hair are entangled with each other...

The main "guests" of the Red Fort's Great Bathhouse are the Gold Robes, Red Robes and the personal guards of the Red Fort's ministers.

Ser Jaime seldom comes here, but today he is here.

"Lord James."

James appeared with only a white bath towel wrapped around his waist, and the red-robed people who saw him greeted him one after another.

Entering the bath and soaking his body in the hot water, Sir James breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking around and pausing, Sir Jaime suddenly laughed at himself. He didn't know why he was here. He just came here unconsciously after hearing that Sir Osney came here to take a bath every night.

Guess why Cersei trusts Osney...

The golden and black hair are entangled with each other...

Recalling Osney who always has a gloomy face... He is really ridiculous. How could Cersei fall in love with a guy like that!
Ser Jaime smiled bitterly. Tyrion had enough reasons to hate him. He was an accomplice in causing his brother to lose his ex-wife. He should understand his brother.

Then he closed his eyes in pain. Father...will he really sentence Tyrion to death?
Perhaps he already knew the answer... When Green told him the secret passage in the dungeon, only he knew how lucky he was at that time.

But he still doesn't want to believe that his father would really execute his brother.

Just wait until the last day. If the truth is so cruel, he must let Tyrion go. He owes it to his brother.

If the wrath of the Dornish cannot be appeased, send more men to take his head. He awaits it!

There were still some preparations to be made in the dungeon... and the preparations for the expedition to the Riverlands could not be delayed either. He didn't have time to waste on this boring guessing game.

"Hey, Ser Jaime, I didn't expect to see you here. It's an honor."

Just as Jaime was about to leave, he heard Ser Osney's voice.

Opening his eyes, Ser Jaime saw Osney, with thick black chest hair, holding a towel in his hand.

Ser Osney grinned at Jaime, who was staring at him, and entered the bath as well.

James saw that the man's buttocks were covered with thicker black hair.

The scene of Osney suppressing Cersei suddenly appeared in his mind.

The golden-haired and black-haired people were entangled with each other...sweating profusely.

With every blow, Osney's long and narrow face suddenly shrank.

James was hit by a sudden feeling of nausea and couldn't help but lower his head.

He thought he heard Cersei's low moans of pleasure.

Then James' throat tightened and he vomited up his dinner.

"Ser Jaime, what is the matter with you?"

"Have you had too much to drink?"

"Master James, are you alright?"

"Lord Lannister..."

James, who was bent over, waved his hand, his voice hoarse: "Sorry, I'll have someone clean it up."

………The golden and black hairs are entangled with each other………

Is this the answer to the riddle?
James casually wiped the stains on his mouth with the back of his hand, climbed out of the bathtub, and left the big bathhouse without looking back.

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at the same time.

The candlelight flickered in the Prime Minister's study. Duke Green, Duke Tywin, and Duke Mace stood around a table covered with a map of the Seven Kingdoms. The atmosphere was solemn.

Lord Tywin's voice broke the silence: "I hope to quell the war in the kingdom as soon as possible."

The Duke of Mace's eyes moved, he stroked his beard, and asked, "Who will be the future Duke of Storm's End?"

Lord Tywin's golden light green eyes moved slightly, and he said, "Stannis has less than 500 soldiers left at Storm's End, and Ser Gilbert Farring is in charge of guarding it."

Gilbert Fallen is a knight from the crownlands and House Fallen. He is currently the acting lord of Storm's End. His son, Baran Fallen, is Stannis's squire.

He continued, "So, it wasn't hard for you to breach that castle. Lord Mace, your daughter and King Joffrey wouldn't have just one child."

The Duke of Metz nodded slightly. He paused while stroking his beard and asked suddenly, "What about during this period?"

Lord Tywin stared at the map for a while and said, "Ser Garlan Tyrell will serve as the acting lord of Storm's End."

He turned his head to look at the Duke of Mace, who had an obvious smile on his face: "But... the Tyrell family needs to support the reconstruction of the royal fleet."

(End of this chapter)