iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 386 Backstab 9
Lord Tywin's safety is of utmost importance... When hearing Kevan's heavy and serious instructions, Ser Adam's determination in his heart instantly turned into firmness on his face.

He stroked his chest, his voice steady and powerful: "As you command, Lord Kevan, I know what to do."

Lord Kevan's eyes flashed with satisfaction and relief. Adam was Jaime's childhood friend, and he could be said to have almost watched him grow up... Not only was he an outstanding swordsman and a steady person, but he was also loyal and reliable.

As time goes by, the boy who sweated on the sword training ground has grown into a solid shield for the family.

At the same time, he sighed secretly, and his thoughts involuntarily drifted to his haggard eldest son, Lancel.

Kevan still clearly remembers the joy when his wife (Donna Swyver) gave birth to their first son. Donna held the infant Lancel in her arms, her face filled with the happiness of being a new mother. That was the hope and longing brought by the birth of a new life.

He also clearly remembered the scene where Lancel swore to bring honor to his father and family before going to King's Landing. At that time, Lancel was... young and energetic. He firmly believed that he could stand out in the Red Castle of King's Landing and add glory to the Lannister family.

In the Battle of King's Landing, Lancel fell down heroically with severe injuries... When he saw his eldest son's haggard face, his heart was mixed with pride and heartache. He was proud that his son fought fearlessly for the honor of the family, but he was heartbroken for the pain and torture he had suffered.

She stayed by the bed, looking at her unconscious son, and prayed silently for his speedy recovery.

But one day... he suddenly discovered that his son, who had recovered from his serious injuries, had turned into a devout "monk". The young man who once dreamed of family glory had now dedicated his body and soul to the Seven Gods.

Later, he discovered in despair that his eldest son, whom he had placed high hopes on, was no longer suitable to continue staying in King's Landing to serve the Lannister family.

This reality... hit his heart like a hammer, but as a Lannister, he had to bear it all and make new plans for the future of his family.

He had to make the decision for Lancel. He planned to send his eldest son directly to Darry City once the Riverlands became more stable, and marry him as soon as possible with Arielle Frey.

This decision... He knew that he still had hope for Lancel, although it was slim, it was difficult to give up.

He sometimes thought that his brother would also feel so powerless when facing his own children... Alas...

Lord Kevan's green eyes moved slightly. He withdrew his thoughts, looked at Adam, and said, "Very good. I will let the Lannister red robes of the Red Castle obey your orders."

His eyes were deep. "Remember, in this turbulent time, countless eyes are secretly watching the Lannisters. We must remain vigilant."

Ser Adam nodded slightly and responded solemnly: "Lord Kevan, please rest assured that I will ensure that Lord Tywin is safe even at the cost of my life."

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After Sir Adam left, Lord Kevan got up and went to the Prime Minister's study upstairs.

"Lord Tywin, I have met with Ser Adam."

Without looking up from the text, the old lion turned a page and said, "Thank you for your help."

After standing quietly for a while, Lord Kevan hesitated and called out, "Brother."

Hearing this, Lord Tywin's frown darkened and he looked up from the document.

"I heard that Joffrey was unhappy because he was not allowed to move around freely, and he has a willful personality. I am worried..."

Lord Tywin put down the document: "Are you worried that he will harm me?"

Lord Kevan nodded. "Joffrey's willfulness carries with it the madness of the Mad King."

Leaning back in his chair, Tywin snorted coldly and said, "If Joffrey had the courage to resist me, perhaps I would look up to him."

When he mentioned his grandson who was as stupid as his good daughter, his brows furrowed involuntarily.

He changed the subject directly: "Kevan, sit down, let's talk about Martell."

Lord Kevan nodded slightly. He moved to sit on the chair opposite Lord Tywin. After a moment's silence, he said, "Prince Doran is a cautious and rational ruler. Besides, I am representing the Westerlands, the Reach, and the Vale this time. So I don't think the peace talks will be too difficult. What I am worried about is their conditions."

Lord Tywin tapped the armrest of the Hand's chair and asked, "They?"

Lord Kevan nodded his chin. "Yes, there is a force in Dorne that hates us, and their leader is the deceased Oberyn. According to Prince Doran's character, he will not only think about appeasing this force, but also think about eliminating the flames of hatred that Dorne has always had. After all, peace and stability in Dorne are crucial to his rule."

After a pause, he continued, "As a qualified ruler, Prince Doran will not give up the opportunity to repair relations with the Red Keep. The Targaryens have left the Iron Throne for sixteen years. Given the current situation, it is a wiser choice for Dorne to reconcile with us."

Lord Tywin tapped his fingers on the armrest again and asked thoughtfully, "What do you think Martell will ask for?"

Lord Kevan frowned, thought for a moment, and said, "He will definitely propose a marriage to us in the name of appeasing the Dornish people."

He spread his hands and said, "I think with Prince Doran's wisdom, he is well aware of the current situation in the Seven Kingdoms. He will not waste the opportunity to let the Martell family join the Baratheon royal family."

Lord Tywin remained silent, his fingers still tapping on the armrest from time to time, as if weighing the pros and cons.

After a moment of silence, he asked, "How do you want me to support you?"

Lord Kevan sighed and said, "Although time seems to be short, I hope to add one more person to the list of envoys..."

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Ange and Leighton pretended to be ordinary guests. They entered a women's branch in the Queen's District one after another, separated by a distance.

The hall was filled with the smell of alcohol and cosmetics, and the various voices of men and women were intertwined.

The two looked at each other from a distance, and Ange walked to one side under the guidance of the waiter, while Leighton walked to the other side.

Casually admiring all kinds of "brave" men and women, An Gai had to admit... this mission was very difficult.

Sitting down at an empty table, An Gai took out a silver deer, waved it in front of the waiter, lowered his voice, and said in an obscene tone: "I heard that you have... a lioness and a lioness cub here?"

The waiter's eyes lit up, and he took the gold coins with a flattering smile: "Generous sir, in the evening, they will be at..."

He pointed to the closed door in the hall: "Inside, there is a 'performance' for the generous guests."

Ange raised his eyebrows and asked with interest, "What will they perform?"

The waiter looked around, moved a little closer, and said, "Tonight's show will be very exciting. It's called 'The Night of the Widowed Lioness'. As far as I know..."

As the waiter spoke, his eyes rolled around, but he smiled and said nothing more. An Gai seemed unable to resist probing and threw another silver deer over.

"Thank you for your generosity, sir. May the gods bless you."

The waiter leaned over and lowered his voice in An Gai's ear: "Several men like delicate flowers are waiting to come on stage to serve the lonely lioness... Hehe..." An Gai couldn't help but laugh along, and their laughter was very obscene.

After laughing, An Gai's expression suddenly froze. He seemed to have just realized something. He glanced around carefully and whispered, "It sounds like that person... You guys are really brave. I don't want to get into trouble."

The waiter's eyes were evasive for a moment, but he quickly regained his flattering expression.

"My Lord, they are only impersonating the Lioness from Lys, you may enjoy yourself, no one will disturb you."

Under the enthusiastic persuasion of the waiter, An Gai took out a gold royal and reserved a good seat to enjoy the "performance" inside.

When the wine jug was brought, in order not to appear to be deliberately prying, An Gai asked the waiter to leave and planned to find a chance to chat with some guests.

While drinking, An Gai was looking for his target, and at the same time... he commented in his heart that compared to the women's branch of Shataya, the beauties here were more direct and more enthusiastic.

Ange liked this place because he liked to be passive (Chapter 37).

"A Dornishman."

Although there was a lot of noise around him, Ange, as a natural archer, noticed the sound immediately.

An Gai's eyes moved and he looked in the direction of the voice, then his Adam's apple rolled.

She is a very beautiful young woman with big black eyes and shiny black curly hair. She is not tall, but her flawless olive skin and seductive curves make her extremely charming.

She sat down opposite Ange, propped up her graceful chin with both hands, looked at him, and a smile gradually spread across her lips: "Good day, Dornishman, Ange Ange."

Then she chuckled seductively: "You are special, sir."

An Gai blinked. According to his experience, the woman in front of him seemed to be a noble of high status. Could it be that she came here to seek pleasure like the men?

He asked tentatively: "Dear lady, who are you?"

She smiled, reached out to pick up the wine jug, and poured wine into her glass while saying, "A commoner from Dorne was knighted in the Great Sept of Baelor, and even a property knight with a manor, and he is also the personal guard of Duke Kleber."

She took a sip of wine and said, "Your life is wonderful enough, Sir Anguy. It seems that miracles are accompanying you under the watchful eyes of the gods in heaven."

Hearing this, Ange leaned back in his chair, paused, and grinned: "My 'God' is Lord Green."

The young beauty's bright eyes moved slightly, she smiled lightly and said: "It seems that my words accidentally aroused the knight's vigilance..."

As she spoke, she grabbed the wine glass and stretched it towards Ange.

An Gai was slightly startled. He looked at her and then at the wine glass.

"My apologies for disturbing you, sir."

She signaled with her eyes, moved the wine glass in her hand slightly, and then...she turned the position where she was drinking from her lips towards him.

An Gai's Adam's apple rolled, this was too passive, and then... he leaned forward and she fed him a sip of wine.

She looked at him and laughed, "Drink slowly, sir, I'll wait for you."

After drinking, An Gai wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand. He had just realized a dream. A noble lady served him wine. He was in a very happy mood at the moment.

After a light cough, Ange was about to say something when her voice came first: "Dear sir, my name is Arianne Nymelos Martell."

Martell...Arianne?!
Anguy was stunned at first, then blurted out: "You are the heir of Sunspear City and Dorne??!!"

Seeing Arianne nod, Ange couldn't help but ask again: "Why are you here?"

Arianne shrugged gracefully. “I came here with my cousins, whom I love very much.”

An Gai finally "digested" some of the things that happened when he met Prince Daolang's daughter in the women's branch.

He stood up and stroked his chest, saying, "It is my great honor to meet you, Your Highness Martell. Please forgive my offense just now."

Arianne looked at Anguy tenderly as he bowed to her. She paused and said, "Sir Anguy, please take a seat."

As she spoke, she put the rim of the wine glass to her red lips, took a sip of the wine, and blinked gently with one eye.

As the personal bodyguard of Duke Green, Ange had naturally seen many of Crabbe's secrets. At this moment... for some reason he suddenly thought of the scene where his lord was getting along with Queen Cersei.

Before his eyes, the woman exuding fatal temptation was approaching him with an unknown purpose. He kept reminding himself in his heart... to stay awake!

She fell in love with him? He was at least sure that this was completely impossible.

Anguy avoided the gaze of the person opposite him by drinking and said, "Your Highness Martell, you came to see me in person, but you have something to tell me."

After saying this, he quickly glanced across the hall, intending to "contact" Leighton quietly.

Princess Arianne shook her glass. “I think my cousin is speaking to your companion. She will tell him that you are with me, ser.”

Anguy's eyes narrowed slightly. He looked at Arianne and complained exaggeratedly: "Your Highness, you are making me a traitor. I will die."

Arianne seemed to be amused by Ange, and she laughed so hard that her body shook. "No, Martell and Crab are not enemies."

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To "celebrate" the death of Robb Stark, Cersei Lannister will lead the ladies in prayer in the Great Sept of Baelor for seven days?

In the study, Green frowned as he read the letter sent from the Prime Minister's Tower.

Green stood in front of the wall where the map of the Seven Kingdoms was hung, wondering why Lord Tywin suddenly wanted to temporarily transfer Queen Cersei away from the Red Castle?
Green's eyes slowly swept across the map. He stretched out a finger, first pointed at King's Landing, then Casterly Rock, and finally... stopped at the location of Sunspear.

He tapped his fingers lightly. Could it be that he was going to take Princess Myrcella away?
His eyes narrowed slightly. Was this a bait or a bargaining chip?
When Green was looking at the map in deep thought, there was a noise outside the study door, and Brienne's voice came over: "My lord, Leighton wants to see you."

Pushing the door open, Leighton said solemnly, "Lord Green, Princess Arianne Martell and the Sand Snakes (the collective name for the Red Viper's illegitimate daughters) are in that female branch house. She and they hope to meet you."

Green raised his eyebrows slightly, paused for a moment, and said, "Another female branch?"

(End of this chapter)