iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 388 Backstab 11
Coben looked at Sir Manden, who was as still as a stone statue, calmly, bowed respectfully, and said in a gentle voice: "Your Majesty, Miss Margaret may just be playing with your brother."

Joffrey chuckled. "Yes, my foolish brother only knows how to play..."

As he spoke, he suddenly stood up from the Iron Throne and said angrily: "Do other people only know how to have fun? My mother was right. The Tyrell family is unreliable!"

Joffrey paced back and forth angrily and shouted, "You fools, fools! Come up with a plan. I won't allow them to continue to bully me like this!"

Seeing that Sir Mandon and Qyburn remained silent, he became furious: "Hurry, think of a way, or I will chop off your heads!"

Hearing the king's threat, Ser Mandon finally spoke slowly: "Your Majesty, as long as you still wear the king's crown, the Tyrell family will remain loyal."

Joffrey paused, stared at Ser Mandon for a moment, nodded, and said, "Go on."

Seeing that Ser Mandon had no intention of continuing to speak, Qyburn said with a gentle smile on his face, "Your Majesty, the Tyrell family has supported the Iron Throne with tens of thousands of troops and provided countless sufficient food... I think they have paid so much, definitely not to become traitors, so what exactly are they asking for? Of course, it is the noble queen's crown, and it can only be granted by you, the king."

Joffrey raised his chin, the anger on his face eased a lot, and he said in agreement: "Indeed, this is the king's supreme power..."

Before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly became extremely stiff, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Now, Margaery contacted Tommen because they think I will lose this power soon? Are they trying to wear the queen's crown through my brother?!"

Qyburn was slightly startled, but his voice was still friendly: "Please rest assured, at least... after all... others do not have enough reason to question your Iron Throne."

You are not Robert's offspring...

When the situation in the seven countries stabilizes slightly...

He will definitely dethrone you...

He wants a well-behaved child to sit on the Iron Throne...

The dwarf's harsh and unpleasant voice suddenly echoed in his ears, and Joffrey couldn't help but grab his head with both hands: "Damn it, get out, get out, get out!"

Seeing this, Coben quickly stepped forward to check: "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Joffrey's chest heaved violently. He pushed Qyburn away and shouted, "I'm fine!"

His bloodshot eyes fiercely stared at Sir Manden below: "Go call my mother over, ask her to come over, I want to see her now!"

After a dull silence, Sir Manden finally replied, "According to the order of the Imperial Council, Her Majesty the Queen Mother went to the Great Sept of Baelor yesterday afternoon. She will pray devoutly there for seven days and seven nights."

Joffrey snorted coldly and said, "What a boring and stupid prayer! Send someone to go there immediately and tell my mother that I want to see her."

Ser Mandon stared at Joffrey for a moment, then replied, "The Prime Minister has ordered that no one should disturb the Queen Mother while she is praying in the Great Sept of Baelor."

After a pause, he added: "No one can do that, Your Majesty."

Joffrey's face twisted for a moment, and then he seemed to suddenly think of something, and his body trembled slightly involuntarily.

"G... Duke Green... yes... go and call him over. Tell him to come directly here without avoiding other people's eyes!"

After a pause, Ser Mandon opened his thin lips and said, "Lord Green should be on the ship by now. According to the order of the King's Council, he is to capture Dragonstone and capture Stannis."

"Neither of them are in the Red Castle..."

Joffrey's pupils shrank slightly. Although he tried his best to show the calmness that a king should have, his shaking body could not hide the fear deep in his heart at this moment.

Cold sweat continued to drip from his forehead. Oh, Uncle James... No, he's not here either. Why is everyone here? !

Joffrey's breathing came in quick, heavy breaths, and his knuckles turned white from the strain of his grip on the hilt of the Iron Throne.

Damn it, damn it all, damn them all!

In the midst of fear and anger, Joffrey suddenly thought of Sandor Clegane: "Dog, yes, my dog, let him come and protect me immediately!"

"Your Majesty, his leg injury is very serious. He will have to lie down for at least two months before he can return to serve you."

As he spoke, Qyburn handed Joffrey a glass filled with blood-red liquid and said gently, "It can help you regain your inner peace, but don't drink too much."

Perhaps it was Coburn's kind face and gentle voice that calmed Joffrey's panic a little. Joffrey nodded, took the wine glass, and gulped it down in one gulp.

Soon, Joffrey was pleasantly surprised to find that his body had stopped trembling, and the fear in his heart gradually subsided without him noticing.

"This stuff is good, Cobain, give me another one."

Coben took the empty cup, bowed, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, it is called 'Wine of Courage', and it comes from the continent across the strait. It can make people forget their 'troubles' temporarily, but it also has an unfriendly side. By the afternoon, you will feel extremely tired. So, I suggest you not to drink too much."

[The wine of courage is a drink made from belladonna, bloodfly larvae, black lotus roots and other secret ingredients. The Unsullied of Astapor drink it with every meal since the day of castration, day after day, year after year, until their senses become numb, they fight fearlessly, and are not afraid of any torture.]

Joffrey frowned unhappily, leaning his upper body against the armrest of the Iron Throne. He paused and said, "Very well, Qyburn, from now on you will be the king's physician and advisor."

Hearing this, Coben took a step back and bowed deeply: "Thank you for your trust, Your Majesty. I will serve you with all my heart and soul."

Joffrey chuckled at first, then waved to Ser Mandon below and said, "You leave first."

When it was just him and Qyburn left in the throne room, Joffrey's eyes rolled, his face twisted, and he leaned forward and asked, "Qyburn, my mother said you could make me 'sick'?"

Coben looked at the king, and he smiled gently: "Please give your orders."

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When he left the throne room and walked to the quiet little garden on the east side, Manden Moore stopped, paused for a moment, flicked his snow-white cloak, and walked inside.

In the garden, under the dense shade of the trees, stood a sturdy figure.

Sir Mandon approached and called out, "Vaddis."

Vardis Egan (Knights of the Valley, Chapter 260, Chapter 324) grinned immediately: "Manden."

Then, he took the initiative to approach Sir Manden and asked again: "What's going on?"

Sir Manden said calmly: "It went very smoothly. My mission is almost complete."

Hearing this, Sir Vardis opened his arms and hugged Manden with a little excitement, and said excitedly: "Great, I think I will be able to wear a white robe with you soon, God bless you."

After a pause, Sir Manden reached out his hand, patted Vardis's arm, and said, "Can Duke Kleber be trusted? You know, he is not a benevolent ruler." Sir Vardis was in a good mood at the moment. He also patted Manden's arm and comforted him, "Don't worry, Lord Green may seem a little cruel to outsiders, but he is generous enough, and he needs the loyalty of the Egan family (the valley nobles who took the initiative to surrender to Kleber)."

After a moment's silence, Sir Mandon asked, "Outsider?"

Hearing Manden's doubts, Sir Vardis couldn't help but laugh: "He is the new master of the valley, and you and I are both from the valley, so we are naturally not outsiders."

About five minutes later, Vadis hugged Manden, patted his back, and said, "I should go now... That little devil king is a lunatic, don't hurt yourself."

Sir Manden's cold face warmed up a little bit, and he patted the other's back and said, "You too, stay away from danger and don't hurt yourself."

Maiden's home.

"Margery."

The little rose of Highgarden stood quietly in front of the stone railing of the large terrace, gazing at the blue sky. Her long brown curly hair seemed to be shining with golden light under the bright sunshine.

"My Margaery."

After calling again, Olena Redwin came over with trembling steps. Margaret suddenly came back to her senses and quickly reached out to hold her grandmother's arm, saying, "I'm sorry, I was distracted just now."

Madam Olenna patted her granddaughter's white and tender hand with her wrinkled hand and asked lovingly, "Are you reluctant or are you nervous?"

Margaret shook her head slightly: "I tried to foresee the future of the Golden Rose."

"Very good. Grandma is a little tired of standing, let's sit down and talk."

Armed by her granddaughter, Lady Olenna walked slowly forward. As she walked, she said, "You are much better than your grandmother. When I was your age, I was obsessed with pleasure in bed all day long."

After a slight pause, she suddenly said angrily: "Now that I think about it, your grandfather was really a cunning boar. He actually conquered the wife he married from the Redwyne family with just his skills in bed."

After listening to her grandmother's complaints, Margaret couldn't help but burst out laughing and said, "Grandma, Grandpa loves you."

"Yes, your grandfather loves me. He loves me very much, loves my young body, loves my family, and loves the children I gave birth to for him." Lady Olenna slowly sat down on the bench with the help of her granddaughter.

After sitting down, she said with lingering anger: "I foolishly fell in love with him at that time. In return, he handed over all the endless family affairs of Golden Rose to me... Well, he also gave me a wild boar son."

Margaery sat down next to Lady Olenna obediently and said, "Grandma, in fact, my father has always been working hard for the family, and he has done a good job. Since coming to King's Landing, I have heard that the nobles of the Riverlands have been praising him sincerely."

Lady Olenna snorted. "The compliments come from Boar Duke's luck. It just so happens that... the old lion's claws are stuck in the mire of the riverlands, and the little fox has been secretly competing with him. As long as Boar Duke sits still, someone will bring him benefits."

"Grandma~" Margaret gently shook Lady Olenna's arm, with a bit of coquettishness.

Lady Olenna looked at her sweet granddaughter with a loving smile on her face and said, "The old woman is luckier than my Margaret. At least I enjoyed myself to the fullest for a while while I was young and my mind was still not thinking straight."

She slowly reached out her hand and caressed Little Rose's delicate face lovingly: "But you, my Margaret, you can't have this kind of luck."

Margaret's brown eyes trembled imperceptibly. She shook her head slightly and said, "Grandma, I know what I should do."

She looked at her grandmother, smiled, and said softly: "I don't feel any regret. On the contrary, my heart is full of gratitude. I thank the gods for letting me be born in the Golden Rose family and become your granddaughter."

Lady Olenna patted her granddaughter's hand and said with relief, "Very good. I believe my Margaery will at least live a more comfortable life than an old woman like me. Oh... I have worked hard for the boar father and son all my life. If the gods hadn't sent me a good granddaughter, I think I would have been so angry that I would have thrown myself into the arms of the Stranger."

"Grandma~" Margaret called out coquettishly.

"Well, okay, okay, let's not talk about my stupid son." Lady Olenna responded, reaching out to take the cup handed to her granddaughter.

She took a sip of her tea and said, "My Margaret, are you ready?"

Margaret also took a sip of tea gracefully, gently put down the exquisite teacup, and nodded.

Her rosy lips parted: "Don't worry, Grandma."

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Three days later, in the Prime Minister’s study.

"My Lord Tywin, Grand Maester Pycelle has suggested that King Joffrey is suffering from a fever."

Lord Tywin sat at the table, writing with his quill, and asked without raising his head, "Did Joffrey fall asleep in that iron chair?"

The tip of the pen rustled across the parchment, and he asked again, "What is speculation?"

Ser Adam paused for a moment, then replied respectfully, "King Joffrey refused treatment from Grand Maester Pycelle. He could only observe the king's symptoms with his own eyes."

“Refusing treatment…”

Lord Tywin murmured a few words, then stopped writing the quill, dipped it in ink, glanced at Ser Adam standing in front of him, and said, "Is this a new trick that Joffrey has come up with?"

Sir Adam hesitated and said, "I see... King Joffrey does not look well."

Lord Tywin continued to wave the quill in his hand: "What does he want?"

Ser Adam opened his mouth and replied, "King Joffrey demands that you visit him in person."

Lord Tywin still said without looking up: "Tell him I am not a doctor."

There was suddenly a loud noise outside the study door, and the noise broke the original silence in the room. Lord Tywin couldn't help but frowned.

Sir Adam saw this and immediately said, "Sir, I'll go and take a look."

After saying that, he walked quickly to the door and opened it quickly.

However, before he could close it, he saw Cersei angrily slapping the guard who was blocking her way.

"Go away!"

The lioness's anger seemed to be able to burn the person in front of her to ashes.

(End of this chapter)