iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 385 Backstab 8
The cold moonlight poured down, and Green's words remained gentle, as if the watery moonlight was integrated into his voice.

However, for some reason... Margaery Tyrell suddenly had a strange feeling that she shouldn't have come here tonight.

She flexed her fingers slightly, her slender fingers looked even paler in the moonlight, and she opened her rosy lips slightly: "Duke Green, you are always so thoughtful. I will remember your advice."

Green's voice was particularly clear in the quiet moonlit night: "You are not only wise, but also good at listening. I have to praise you."

Because of the lioness's teasing tonight, Green was still a little angry, and Little Rose looked even more charming in the hazy moonlight.

He stepped back, slightly increasing the distance between them.

"By the way, please forgive my intrusion. Are you here... to see me?"

With the words, Green's retreat seemed natural, but the smart Margaret still noticed something unusual.

She nodded gently: "I'm waiting for you."

Margaret took a small step forward, her skirt brushing the ground lightly, making a slight sound, and she closed the distance between herself and Green.

"If you allow me, I look forward to your other advice, frank advice."

Little Rose's eyes were full of anticipation. Green was silent for a moment. The moonlight shone on his face, reflecting his inner struggle.

Finally, he slowly said, "Ms. Margery, your request is not excessive. After all, we are family... What do you want to hear from me?"

"I want to know..."

Margaery approached Green again, her voice filled with an unconcealable sadness: "Will the date of my wedding to King Joffrey be changed?"

Green looked at the hopeful eyes before him, hesitated, sighed, and said in a low voice: "At least your wedding will not be held as scheduled."

There was uneasiness in Margaery's voice. "Is there anyone who doesn't want to bless my wedding to Joffrey?"

Seeing that he remained silent, Margaery gently placed a hand on his chest, staring at him with her wet eyes: "Is it King Joffrey? So you went to see him specially tonight, right?"

Green: “…”

"That's the candid advice I want to hear." Margaret's voice broke the brief silence between the two.

As she spoke, she stood on tiptoe, kissed Green gently on the cheek, and said, "Can you tell me, kind knight?"

Green's chest rose and fell slowly, and he said, "Miss Margaery, are you in love with Joffrey?"

Margaery's eyes moved slightly, and she forced a smile: "Duke Green, my marriage is a combination of my family and another family. I am Tyrell of Highgarden, and I must play my own role well."

Green stepped back slightly again, his eyes quickly glanced at the two maids waiting quietly not far away, and slowly said: "The Lannisters need Tyrell's support. This is undoubtedly your consensus, but there are some differences among their own people. This can also be said to be my guess."

Seeing that Green was obviously unwilling to tell the truth, she took the initiative to approach again. She stretched out her fair hands, slowly pulled up one of his hands, gently held it, and said softly, "Is there anything I can know?"

"Ms. Charming, you're making me nervous."

Green slowly withdrew the hand that Margaery was holding, paused for a moment, and then continued: "…Maybe a small change is about to happen, but please rest assured that this will not affect the marriage between Tyrell and Lannister."

As he finished speaking, Margaret's brown eyes couldn't help but tremble slightly.

After a long silence, she suddenly spoke: "Is it because Lord Tywin restricted King Joffrey's freedom?"

Then, her voice trembled slightly: "Are they going to..."

Looking at Margery who was staring at him like a frightened deer, Green paused, then nodded slowly.

Margaret couldn't help but open her beautiful eyes wide, subconsciously covered her mouth with her hands, and murmured: "Gods..."

Green reached out his hand and gently stroked Little Rose's silky hair, saying, "Whether this incident happens or not, Tyrell is the winner."

"The winner..."

Muttering repeatedly, Margaret moved closer to Green. At this moment... he could almost feel her warm breath.

"What role will Crabbe play as a bridge between the Tyrells and the Lannisters?"

Green frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and said, "It is also the party that benefits."

Margaret placed her hands gently on Green's chest, looked up at him, and said gently, "What exactly is it?"

Green stared at her quietly for a while, then lowered his eyelids and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "It's late, you should go back and rest, Miss Margery."

Even through the cold chain mail, Margaret's palms could still clearly feel the suppressed rise and fall of his chest, as if some kind of emotion was surging inside.

The corners of her lips curved slightly, like a blooming rose, and she said softly: "Perhaps, tonight I can know the answer I expect (Chapter 353)."

Her bright eyes stared at him closely, and her slender hands slowly slid onto Green's broad shoulders: "I will abide by my promise to you..."

Before Little Rose could finish her words, the anger that had been suppressed by Lord Green suddenly rose up.

Margaret's beautiful eyes suddenly widened, and she suddenly tasted the sweetness of summer red passively. It was Green... He bent down and kissed her.

The two maids vaguely saw Margaret and Green "entangled" together. They were stunned at first, then quickly looked at each other and nodded slightly to each other... The maids of the Rose family were well-trained. At this moment, they understood what was meant and began to vigilantly keep watch for their lady.

Feeling the coldness and hardness of the chain mail on Green's body, Margaret secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She closed her eyes gently and responded slightly.

I don't know how long it took, but Margaret's body suddenly stopped.

The long skirt under the cloak was pulled back to the waist.

After probing, Green's hand also paused.

They opened their eyes almost at the same time, and then looked at each other at the same time. The warm and sweet atmosphere seemed to be broken in an instant.

“Thank you for your thoughtfulness.”

Green withdrew his hand, and Margaret's silk dress slid down her skin.

Margaret closed her eyes again "painfully" and said in a faint voice: "I have other reasons..."

Green separated from Margaret, coughed lightly, thought for a moment, and said, "It's normal to be in a hurry occasionally."

She lowered her little face in shame and indignation. Although he had found an excuse that sounded reasonable for her, unfortunately he guessed it right!
Ever since Joffrey was imprisoned in the throne room by Lord Tywin, Margaery had selected a few of the best men from House Tyrell and had been keeping a close eye on the place.

Before taking a bath, Margaery received information that Green had disappeared near the throne room. When she was about to finish her bath, Margaery received information that Green had reappeared and was heading to Meg Tower.

This made Margaret, who had a keen sense of smell, immediately notice something was wrong.

The Red Castle seems calm on the surface, but there are always undercurrents.

Grandmother was quietly planning for the benefit of Golden Rose, and Margaret didn't want anything unexpected to happen at this time.

Margaret had the impression that Green was a man with a very flexible tongue, so she decided to suddenly appear in front of him, hoping to find out some news that she didn't know.

Time was indeed a little rushed, and she had to give up wearing the cumbersome high garden lingerie.

With the cape she wore over her skirt, it was considered normal attire for going out, but he didn't expect... tonight he encountered an unexpected situation and he suddenly wanted her.

But... this accident also effectively extinguished the "fire" of this accident.

Margery couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, perhaps... the gods were protecting her in the dark.

Her sanity was gradually returning, and the most important thing was... Although Green Crab still respected Tyrell, she only truly felt at this moment that the person in front of her was no longer the little noble from Crab Claw Peninsula.

Margery smoothed her slightly messy hair, but it wasn't a serious problem.

Although Duke Greene's attitude between the Tyrells and the Lannisters seemed quite "ambiguous" because of Queen Mother Cersei, this was the confidence given to him by the Vale and the Crabclaw Peninsula.

Today, at the center of the Seven Kingdoms, an extremely delicate balance is formed with the three families of Tyrell, Crabbe and Lannister.

In the future, whoever wins Kleber's strong support will most likely become the owner of the Red Castle.

So, now that it’s come to this…

The little rose of Highgarden took the initiative to move forward, hugged Green's waist tightly, and buried her head deeply in his arms.

After a pause, her voice with a hint of tears rang out slowly: "I have had a similar dream before, and I will always cherish and treasure it... I'm sorry... I am the daughter of the Duke of Highgarden... The whole family has placed high hopes on me... I'm sorry... My heart is filled with fear... There is really not much I can do for you... But this time..."

She raised her head, looked at him with her beautiful eyes covered with a layer of mist, slowly stood on tiptoe, and said affectionately: "Let me kiss you properly, my knight."

Looking at the alluring rose right before his eyes, the great Lord Green suddenly felt that this night was too long.

…………lip parting.

Before parting, Green said to the reluctant Little Rose, "Tomorrow, or at the latest the day after tomorrow, if you take His Highness Tommen to play in the Red Keep for a while, perhaps something good will happen that you will never expect."

…………

Green had changed back into clothes that reflected his duke status and was heading towards the gate of the Red Castle.

On the way, he looked at An Gai who was always hesitant to speak, and said in a gentle tone: "Is there anything wrong, my loyal warrior?"

Anguy scratched his cheek sheepishly, then approached his lord and whispered in a low voice: "Sir, recently... a female branch in King's Landing has been very popular. It is said that the women there can dress up as any woman."

Green raised his eyebrows and asked in a slightly puzzled tone, "Any woman?"

Ange glanced around furtively and lowered his voice even lower: "Blonde hair, green eyes, the most popular woman there calls herself 'The Lioness of Rees', and there is another one called 'The Little Lioness of Rees', hehehe."

When Green heard the names "lioness" and "little lioness", he immediately thought of Lannister. Is it so direct?

Green thought for a moment and said, "Angai, after leaving the Red Keep, go directly to find Leighton. You can come with us, and find out carefully whether the women's branch has any connection with the Dornish."

Ange was stunned for a moment, as if he was digesting the lord's order.

But soon, he came to his senses, straightened his back, and replied solemnly: "Yes, my lord."

The next day, Prime Minister's Tower.

Knock knock knock, Adam Marbrand raised his hand and knocked on the door lightly. After hearing the response from inside, he pushed the door open and walked in.

Ser Adam stood in front of the large table, put his right hand on his chest, and said respectfully: "Good day, Lord Kevan."

Kevan Lannister nodded slightly, the quill in his hand did not stop, and said: "Good day, sorry, please wait for me for a moment."

Sir Adam stood quietly by the side. After a while, Lord Kevan stopped what he was doing and put the quill aside.

He raised his hand, pointed to the empty chair in front of the table, and said, "Please take a seat, sir."

He quickly and carefully checked the written content again, and after confirming that it was correct, he rolled up the parchment and put it away.

Lord Kevan then stood up from his chair, walked steadily to the wine cabinet, picked up the exquisite wine jug, and slowly poured two glasses of wine.

"Adam, you should know that I will be going on a diplomatic mission to Sunspear City soon."

"Yes, I heard."

Lord Kevan returned to the table with two wine glasses and pushed one of them to Ser Adam.

"I am going to Sunspear on behalf of Lannister, Tyrell, and Crabbe. I am not worried about whether this negotiation will go smoothly."

He sat down, leaned back in his chair, remained silent for a while, and slowly said, "The only other thing that worries me is who will be responsible for Lord Tywin's safety during my absence, and who can do it well."

After a pause, Ser Kevan took a sip of wine, looked at Adam, and said, "I have recommended you to Lord Tywin. You will be fully responsible for his protection."

After putting down the cup, Ser Adam immediately stood up, bowed deeply, and said solemnly: "Thank you, Lord Tywin, for your trust."

Lord Kevan raised his hand and motioned Adam to sit down. He said, "In the meantime, you will temporarily hand over the affairs of the gold cloaks to your lieutenant. I hope you can serve Lord Tywin wholeheartedly."

"As you command, Lord Kevan."

"besides………"

Don't respect him as a king...

He is a child who needs strict supervision from adults...

Only in this way will he not dare to act recklessly...

Ser Kevan briefly recalled Tyrion's previous advice and continued, "You also know that Joffrey had pushed Robert Arryn to the ground. If Lord Tywin and Joffrey meet, you must first ensure Lord Tywin's safety. You must ignore all of Joffrey's unreasonable requests and put Lord Tywin's safety first."

(End of this chapter)