iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 403 Sweet Talk (End)

Green smiled lightly and said gently, "There is no need to express gratitude. I just hope that Prince Doran, you and your sisters can deeply appreciate my kindness."

Arianne's eyes swept gently over Green's body, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She said in a slightly hoarse and somewhat charming voice: "I don't mind at all for them... to experience the Duke's kindness first."

Green reached out and grabbed Arianne's hand as she was about to climb down. He sighed helplessly and said, "I have another thing to tell you. This may be more worthy of your attention as the heir of Sunspear."

Arianne stared at Green for a while with her charming eyes, bit her lower lip lightly, and said softly: "Okay, I will listen carefully."

Green: "…………"

The two separated their bodies, and Green handed her the wine bag that Arianne had tasted, while he slowly walked to the window, leaned against it, and skillfully untied another wine bag from his waist.

He raised his head and took a sip of wine. After a pause, he slowly said, "Tomorrow morning, the three families of Crabbe, Lannister, and Tyrell will gather together to hold the first royal meeting after King Tommen's official coronation."

"Seems important?" As she spoke, Arianne swayed her graceful figure and walked slowly towards the lounge chair.

After sitting down gently, she continued, "So, who will take over as Prime Minister?"

Green looked outside through the hazy glass, took a sip of summer red, and said, "I thought it would be Lord Tywin's brother, Kevan Lannister."

"It seems unlikely that he will take over his brother's position."

Arianne casually placed the wine bag in her hand on the exquisite small table next to the couch, then picked up the silver wine jug and poured the bright red wine into the wine glass.

After a moment of silence, Green looked at the faint moonlight outside the window and spoke slowly: "Although Queen Cersei and Lord Kevan are both blood relatives of Lord Tywin, there are obvious contradictions between them in their ruling methods, and...they also have many conflicts in private."

Arianne shook the wine glass in her hand and said, "It seems that the lady of Maegtar is not a rational ruler."

After a pause, she trembled with her huge and full breasts, and suddenly laughed: "Sorry, I said something quite boring. As for that woman... I should have known that she was like this."

Ignoring the sarcasm in Arianne's words, Green continued, "If my guess is correct, the Duke of Highgarden will be more proactive in striving for the position of Prime Minister of the Seven Kingdoms at the Royal Council tomorrow."

Hearing this, Arianne's black pearl eyes moved slightly. She raised her cup, took a sip of summer red, and said, "If I were the woman in Maegtar, I would never agree so easily. This is equivalent to giving the position of the master of the Red Castle to the Tyrell family."

Green turned his head and looked at Arianne who was leaning on the recliner. He said, "In the battle with Tyrell... the only bargaining chip in Queen Cersei's hand is the Queen's crown."

"The Lannisters need each other more than the Tyrells do."

Gently shaking the wine glass in her hand, Arianne smiled with gloating: "That woman is doomed to fail."

Green's mouth curled up slightly: "Yes, most people would think so. She is doomed to fail."

Most people... Arianne blinked her charming eyes, and a long leg with smooth muscle lines stretched out from under her skirt and elegantly folded on the other leg. She flexed her toes slightly and said, "Perhaps, most people will support you to sit on the Prime Minister's chair, Duke Green."

"Kleiber's priority is to stabilize the rule of the valley, not..."

Before Green could finish his words, Arianne glared at him fiercely. He spread his hands helplessly and said, "Well, you are really perceptive. This is not the most important reason. To be honest, I just want to prevent Crab from being involved in the 'melee' between the Lannisters and the Tyrells, because..."

Arianne smiled and said, "...Crable cannot replace either of them."

Seeing Green's expression become slightly embarrassed, Arianne smiled particularly happily. She laughed for a while with her body trembling. She suddenly restrained her smile and her expression became serious: "I can guess that it is because the Martell family is the same."

There was a hint of coldness in her eyes: "If Martell had enough strength, he would not allow Lannister to perform so poorly."

Green seemed to be "infected" by the fire of hatred burning in Arianne, and a cold look flashed across his face: "To the former servant of the true dragon..."

After a pause, he moved his lips and continued, "Lord Tywin made the entire Seven Kingdoms deeply feel the cruelty and ruthlessness of the Lannisters."

After saying this, he shifted his gaze to the window again, silently took sips of wine, and fell into deep thought.

After a long while, Arianne's voice slowly sounded behind Green: "Tonight, I am more interested in you, Green Crabbe."

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"It's the Marigold Flag!"

"It is... Lord Green's flag, sir, Sir Ross!"

The cold moonlight shines in front of the city gate, and the surroundings are so quiet that only the occasional chirping of insects can be heard.

Hearing the urgent call, the captain of the king's guard who was dozing against the battlement opened his eyes and was stunned for a moment. Then he suddenly picked up the helmet placed aside as if waking up from a dream, took a big step, and shouted loudly: "Convey my order, open the city gate!"

"Yes, open the gate!"

"Open the city gate—-" Shouts came one after another on the city wall, breaking the tranquility of the night. Torches swayed in the wind and light and shadows flickered.

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As they approached the King's Gate, Sir Anguy in front pulled the reins, turned his horse's head flexibly, and galloped over, shouting: "Lord Green, I see the Wild Rose Flag."

Green's eyebrows slightly raised. He looked up at the full moon hanging high in the night sky, lightly kicked the horse's belly, and said, "Keep going."

After riding for a distance, Green soon saw the one-armed knight standing by the campfire, Garlan Tyrell. The night around him was as dark as ink, and only the flames danced in the darkness, reflecting his figure. He immediately came over, touched his chest and said, "Good night, Duke Green."

Green jumped off the horse swiftly, looked Sir Garlan up and down, and said, "Good night, why are you here? Did you miss the time to enter the city?"

Sir Garlan showed a somewhat helpless expression: "The Duke of Metz sent me to invite you, and later when I rushed to the King's Gate, I learned that you had already left the city, so I stayed here to wait for you."

Green's expression became serious: "Is there an emergency?"

Sir Garlan moved closer and unconsciously lowered his voice, saying, "It's about tomorrow's royal meeting. My father seems to have received important intelligence... I don't know the specific content, but he is eager to meet you."

Green looked at the night sky again, nodded slightly, and said, "Got it, we'll set off immediately."

Sir Garlan looked towards the King's Gate, frowned, and said, "I'll go find the captain of the King's Gate guard first..."

Click, click—creak, creak—the heavy gate of the King's Gate was slowly pushed open, the sound was particularly clear in the silent night.

Looking at Sir Garland who was staring at the city gate in silence, Green smiled and said, "When I left the city, I was worried that I might miss the imperial meeting if I came back tomorrow morning. So before I left, I sent someone to say hello to Sir Ross."

Sir Garlan was not good at hiding his emotions. He gave a stiff smile and said, "I will lead the way for you, Duke Green."

Both of them jumped on their horses and rode towards the king's gate with their guards.

As they approached the city gate, Green pulled the reins to stop his horse. Sir Ross, who was waiting on the side, stepped forward and bowed deeply, saying, "Lord Green, it is my great honor to serve you."

Ser Ross Lugett is a Royal Noble. His grandfather, Lugett of the same name, served as the Lord Commander of the Gold Cloaks during the Dance of the Dragons. Later, he supported Rhaenyra Targaryen during the Fall of King's Landing. After Queen Rhaenyra took the Iron Throne, she made him a Royal Noble.

During Green's tenure as the commander-in-chief of the Gold Cloaks, after his careful "sorting out", the Gold Cloaks were roughly divided into the Crabbe faction and the Lannister faction.

After Green left office, the Golden Robes soon gained a fence-sitting faction composed mainly of royal nobles.

Ever since the death of Lord Tywin, the former Lord Commander Ser Adam was imprisoned in the Black Prison, and the fence-sitters began to actively seek refuge with Lord Tywin. Ser Ross, the Duke of Green, who was also born in the royal domain, was one of them.

Green smiled gently, as if... Not long after Duke Tywin passed away, more and more nobles began to actively approach him. Most of these people... were model old ministers from the late Targaryen dynasty. Now that the old lion was dead, they were finally able to move. Lord Green's identity naturally made him close to the former loyal ministers of the Dragon family.

"Thank you, Sir Ross."

It was late at night when we arrived at Tyrell's mansion in Gould Lane. It was quiet except for the occasional barking of dogs.

In front of the door of the room on the second floor, Green saw the twin brothers Eric and Arik standing guard faithfully. They were Lady Orianna's personal guards, whom she referred to as the Left Hand and the Right Hand (Chapter 120).

Green's brown eyes moved slightly, and he glanced at Ser Garlan who looked surprised, and said, "Britney, you stay outside."

The door was pushed open, and Green and Sir Garlan entered together. He looked around and saw the short old woman sitting quietly in front of the fireplace—Lady Olenna Redwyne.

The room was warm and bright because of the fire. She looked at them with cloudy eyes, paused, and said, "Gallan, my good child, you have worked so hard. Go back and have a rest. Leave this to me."

She added, "Duke Green, thank you so much for accepting Tyrell's invitation. Please take a seat. If you don't mind, please chat with an old woman like me for a while."

Sir Garland nodded and left. Before leaving, he nodded slightly apologetically to Green, who smiled gently in return.

Green walked over and sat on a chair on the other side of the fireplace. He said, "Did I disturb your rest, Lady Olenna?"

"Your thoughtful courtesy reminds me of Willas in Highgarden. He is the least idiotic man in our family. If it weren't for my stupidity..."

After a pause, Lady Olenna's expression became kind: "The Duke of Highgarden did not expect you to be so busy today. I apologize on his behalf... Forget it, your clever eyes tell the old woman that there is no need to continue making up boring excuses. You guessed it right. I borrowed the name of the Duke of Highgarden to invite you to come as a guest."

After a pause, she said angrily, "In the afternoon, the news of the dispute between Cersei and Kevan spread in the Red Keep, and the great Duke of Highgarden drank a lot of wine happily. At this time... he should be lying on the bed like a wild boar, continuing to dream of wearing the necklace of the Prime Minister."

Green smiled and said, "If it were normal, this wouldn't just be a dream."

"Yes, if it were normal..."

Lady Olenna looked at the flames in the fireplace. Her eyes were deep, and the dancing flames seemed to reflect the past: "Men of the Seven Kingdoms habitually look down on women of the Seven Kingdoms, and men in the Red Keep are even more so. And... arrogant or foolish men are often defeated by women they look down on. For example, Cersei Lannister in the eyes of Mace Tyrell."

She tapped the armrest of the chair with her dry fingers and continued, "That was a woman who lost her father and son overnight, but the Boar Duke of High Court still treated her as a normal woman and even tried to force her to submit... Yes, under normal circumstances, my stupid son did nothing wrong, but he did not understand women, willful women."

She seemed to be lost in memories: "Before I got married, when I was still a lady of the Redwine family, I was taught carefully... But after I married Ross (the Duke of Metz's father), I became addicted to bed. Tomorrow and family... were all thrown away by me. The willful Miss Redwine was only concerned with enjoying the pleasure of the time... So, an old woman like me was also willful... Huhu..."

Green smiled and said, "This also shows that you are very charming, Lady Olenna."

Lady Olenna nodded in agreement. "I thought I was as charming as my Margaery when I was young. Before I married my foolish son's foolish father, the Targaryens wanted me to marry them, but I found a way to refuse. I don't like their crazy bloodline."

Green shrugged. "That's a shame."

Lady Olenna looked at Green carefully for a moment before she spoke slowly, "You know Cersei. You know her better than anyone else... maybe no one in the Seven Kingdoms knows her better than you. Do you see the same thing I do? Do you see the danger of that lioness?"

Hearing this, Green looked at Madam Olena in surprise, then frowned and said, "Madam, after all, she just lost her beloved family. If...she has offended you, please forgive the poor woman who lost her father and son."

(End of this chapter)