iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 407 Blonde Girl
[The White Walker army also has a vanguard, and they will not come in a wave in a few months. If time is so tight, the steady and cautious protagonist will not make a one-year engagement, but a six-month engagement.]

Green raised his eyebrows slightly: "Do you have a specific location?"

Kevan Lannister nodded slightly, and then the two of them casually went to a corner where there were few people.

"Someone has seen her Black Wind in the waters near Shita City."

The Ten Towers is the residence of the ruling family of Harlow, one of the islands in the Iron Islands. Although it is not the largest in area, it is the richest and has the largest population.

Green pondered for a moment and said, "I remember that the leader of Harlow Island, Rodrik Harlow, is Asha Greyjoy's uncle."

Lord Kevan nodded, paused for a moment, took a sip of wine, and said, "It is said that her mother has been living in Ten Towers since Balon Greyjoy's accidental death."

Green also took a sip of wine and said, "It seems that she will soon receive the kindness of the Red Castle (Chapter 379)."

"If there is any new information, a raven will be sent from Lannisport soon. I will have my servant pass the news to you then."

Seeing Green's slightly surprised expression, Kevan smiled gently and said, "The friendship between Lannister and Crabbe is no less than that between Tyrell and Lannister. Perhaps there will be more possibilities in the future... Unfortunately, I actually hope that you will take over my brother's responsibility, but my voice is not supported by others for the time being."

Sighing, he looked into Green's clear brown eyes and continued, "Cersei likes to think of herself as his father. She doesn't let herself cry, and mistakenly thinks that her father's death has not affected her. She actually ignores or underestimates the deep sorrow in her heart. Therefore, she will do many abnormal things. For her love for you, I hope you can be more patient with him... My niece, please protect her."

His eyes became kind: "This is also for the friendship between Lannister and Crabbe. Please believe me, our two families can be friends forever."

Green raised his glass and said, "Lord Kevan, thank you for your honesty. I will do my best to protect her."

With a friendly smile, Lord Kevan also raised his glass and said, "I will set out tomorrow. The next time we meet, perhaps it will be in Harrenhal."

His tone was slightly teasing: "I will try to arrange the stones there in an orderly manner before you come."

After Lord Kevan left, Green did not move. He leaned against the stone pillar next to him and moved his eyes towards Cersei, just in time to see an interesting scene.

A few days ago, everyone sitting around the royal conference table was greeting each other. The Chancellor of the Exchequer, Earl Gyles, seemed to want to kiss Cersei's hand gracefully, but turned her fingers into a cough square.

As a result, the lioness's breasts kept rising and falling, and the people behind her...no one continued to kiss her hands, but instead kissed her cheeks.

Green's brown eyes moved and looked at Jaime Lannister who was on patrol. He was faithfully performing his duty of protecting the king, and from time to time he would lift up a slightly larger colored curtain, as if to make sure no one was hiding inside.

Green's gaze continued to move... and then suddenly paused, and he looked around briefly.

Standing in the shadow of nowhere, holding a wine glass, with a faint smile on my lips... I look like a villain no matter how I look at it.

In order to avoid having any illusions, Green moved away from where he was and headed towards the platform under the dazzling sunlight.

At the king's table on the high platform, the Duke of Metz, with a red face, led everyone in a toast. He smiled at Margaret, raised the golden wine glass in his hand high, and rang out in a loud voice: "To His Majesty the King and his most charming fiancée!"

The people around raised their glasses and cheered, clinking them together.

Queen Cersei, who had just sat down, raised her glass symbolically in response.

Then came Lord Paxter Redwyne of Greenhall, the Lady Olenna's nephew, and it was his turn to make a toast.

Paxter's body staggered, his eyes swept over Margaery, Tommen and Cersei, he smiled drunkenly, raised his glass, and said loudly: "For our two queens, past and future!"

Tommen and Margaery expressed their gratitude together, while Cersei reluctantly took a sip of wine... Laugh, celebrate, sooner or later you will know that crying is also a kind of kindness.

"Cough cough cough......"

Tommen coughed, and Cersei frowned and looked over. She saw her youngest son's pale face and her heart stopped beating suddenly. This reminded her of Joffrey's face lying in the bathtub.

Nothing can happen to her son, the lioness will never allow that!

Pushing the maid behind Tommen away, Cersei reached out and patted his back in panic.

Seeing this, Margaery comforted Cersei softly: "It's just that she choked on the wine, she will be fine soon."

The commotion caused here made the surroundings gradually quiet, and everyone's eyes shifted over.

Margaery took Tommen's hand and kissed the back of his hand. She said, "My little fiancé, please drink slowly. You are almost scaring the Queen Mother to death."

Tommen glanced at Cersei awkwardly and said, "I'm sorry, Mother."

Cersei's disgusted gazes were all focused on her. If it were Joffrey... he would never allow these people to offend him!
My poor Joffrey, mother will definitely avenge you... Moist liquid filled her eyes and Cersei raised her chin slightly. She couldn't let them see her tears.

"Everyone, please allow me to leave for a while."

After saying that, Cersei stood up, walked past the Kingsguards, and strode to the back.

Cersei dismissed the maids and Kingsguard who had followed her and stood alone in the corridor, with a single tallow candle hanging overhead.

The old lion could make everyone bow down to him, and so could she, if she was given a little more time… She allowed herself to sob softly, once, and again.

Women can cry, but the heir of the old lion cannot. Cersei exhaled slowly and wiped the tears on her cheeks with the back of her hand.

"Cersei."

A voice suddenly came from behind her. The familiar feeling made Cersei's body tremble slightly. She immediately turned her head and saw who it was. However, an unconcealable disappointment flashed across her face.

It was Kevan. How ridiculous of her to have mistaken the traitor's voice for that of the old lion. Although they were brothers, there was no comparison between them at all!
She rubbed her temple with her thumb and said, "Uncle Kevan."

Kevan stood in front of Cersei with his hands behind his back. Seeing him studying her, she said, "The candle smoke hurts my eyes."

After saying that, she took out her handkerchief and wiped her cheeks in a few strokes.

Kevan retracted his gaze, nodded slightly, and said, "I am surprised that Duke Green seems to have no interest in the position of Prime Minister."

Cersei put away her handkerchief and said coldly, "I saw you went to find him."

Lord Kevan frowned. "Cersei, aren't you surprised? Given the current situation...why would he give up such a good opportunity?"

Cersei sneered and said, "My uncle, Green may have some ambitions to become the Prime Minister, but don't forget where he comes from, the Crab Claw Peninsula, which is only a swamp and valley. Moreover, two years ago he was just a baron of a small territory. With such a background, he was able to occupy the entire valley, which is surprising enough."

Raising her chin slightly, she continued, "Compared to stabilizing the rule of the Valley, what is the position of Prime Minister? If it weren't for me, he would have rushed back to the Eyrie to hold the wedding, instead of taking the initiative to go to the Riverlands to help you govern the ruins."

The lioness's green eyes flashed with subtle contempt: "My uncle, you should know how important the birth of an heir is to Green at this time, but I have to make it difficult for him to continue to contribute for you. I hope you will not let me down again." Kevan pursed his lips and listened to Cersei's words, then slowly said: "Cersei, maybe I shouldn't come to disturb you."

The hand behind his back clenched into a fist. He clenched it before releasing it and said, "Another surprise is the sincerity shown by the Rose family. I hope you remember that the family is not weak. You and Margaery Tyrell can have disputes in the court games, but you must never bully..."

He moved his lips and saw that Cersei didn't want to stop at all. He shook his head very tiredly: "I really shouldn't have come to disturb you."

Cersei snorted coldly: "My uncle, because you are a Lannister, I will not deprive you of the opportunity to contribute to the kingdom. If you can solve the river refugees in King's Landing as soon as possible, I will consider replacing you as the acting lord of Casterly Rock."

Kevan closed his eyelids, took a slow breath, exhaled, and said, "Cersei, your understanding of power is always so naive."

After saying that, he turned and left without waiting for Cersei's response.

Cersei's angry voice came from behind Kevan: "If you dare to offend me again, I don't mind letting you taste the taste of the dark cell!"

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The next morning, outside the Gate of the Gods.

The snow-white cloak fluttered in the air. James glanced at the team in front of him, kicked his spurs hard, and the horse under him immediately sped up.

"Uncle Kevan!"

As the distance got closer, Jaime tightened the reins and gradually slowed down. He dismounted beside Kevan and asked anxiously, "Why did you leave so suddenly?"

"Captain, don't you know that I'm going to Harrenhal to plow the fields?" Lord Kevan jumped on his horse, ignored his nephew, kicked the horse's belly, and said, "Let's go."

James threw up his hands and jumped back on the horse, riding beside his uncle.

"Uncle, I thought you would leave the mission to Lancel and you would stay in the Red Keep."

Kevan pulled the reins, adjusted the direction of the horse, and said unhappily: "Didn't Duke Green say that the Seven Kingdoms should be governed with the tenderness of women and the innocence of children? Which one do I belong to?"

Jaime said helplessly: "Uncle, even I know that ruling can't be so wonderful. This poor child of the Seven Kingdoms cannot do without your care."

Lord Kevan frowned unhappily and said, "Stop your nonsense. Why are you here? Did Her Majesty Cersei send you to deliver the final order?"

"I'm not here for Cersei. Even though we are twins, I have a beard and she has a butt, so I am me and she is she."

Lord Kevan gave him a complicated look, and Jaime continued, "I am here for you, uncle. King Tommen needs your guidance. I would like to ask you to stay."

"One wants to expel, the other wants to keep."

Lord Kevan pulled the reins. "Sir, I have no interest in participating in your game. That's enough. You can go back and guard your king."

There was a accusation in his uncle's words. Jaime explained seriously: "Ser Balon Swann guarded the king this morning. He is a loyal and brave knight."

Ser Kevan snorted and said sarcastically, "In the past, when people mentioned the White Knight, they didn't even need to emphasize the word 'loyalty and bravery'."

Jaime had sensed his uncle's unhappy mood, but he did not argue, for he was determined to restore the Kingsguard to its former glory.

Jaime solemnly went straight to the point: "Uncle Kevan, I heard something. I suggest you make peace with Cersei. I will..."

Lord Kevan interrupted coldly: "Did I go to war with her? How come I didn't know?"

Jaime continued, "You know better than I do that internal strife among the Lannisters will only benefit our enemies."

Kevan snorted again. "If there is a dispute, it is not my fault. Cersei wants to rule everything. Very well. I fully agree. I will leave the affairs of the kingdom to her while I go to Harrenhal and live in peace."

His uncle was more stubborn than he thought. Jaime decided to persuade him in another way. "Instead of going to Harrenhal, perhaps your uncle could go to Riverrun for inspection. The 20,000 new Lannister troops there still lack a wise commander."

Kevan's voice was filled with anger. "Why would I go there? Riverrun is commanded by Ser Davon, the new Warden of the West."

Jaime shrugged. "Since you don't want to talk, I'll shut up. I'll visit you at Harrenhal some time, and we'll continue our conversation then."

He looked around and said, "Uncle, don't you have too few guards? I heard that the bandits in the river area have no scruples."

Kevan glanced at James coldly. "Are you threatening me, ser?"

Hearing this, James was stunned: "Just reminding you, what I mean is... the riverlands are very dangerous."

Lord Kevan pulled the reins. "I hanged bands of outlaws and robber knights when you were still a baby. Ser, if you're worried that I might fight them myself, I'm not. Not every Lannister is vain."

James sighed helplessly: "My uncle, I just want to add more guards for you."

Lord Kevan's deep green eyes turned to Jaime: "Your generosity is not needed. My sworn knights have set out on my orders. They will meet me before I enter the riverlands. Jaime, you go back. I have to hurry."

James looked to the north with regret and said, "Okay, I won't waste any more of your time. Before I leave... I want to tell you that you are the most suitable knight in the Seven Kingdoms to sit in the Prime Minister's chair."

"Your sister knows my conditions. Tell Cersei that my conditions remain unchanged. Please tell her by her pillow." Kevan kicked his horse's belly and rode away, followed by a dozen red-robed guards.

Jaime stood there in a daze, watching Kevan's team go away in silence.

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Paris's Tavern on King's Road (Chapter 132).

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

Sitting on the saddle and looking down, Kevan couldn't help but take a closer look at the excited girl who was clutching the purse. She had the same long curly golden hair as her niece... Thinking back to the little girl in the past, she was quirky and lively... But as she grew older, she no longer had the sweetness of her youth.

"Good work."

The blonde girl wasn't as fair as his niece, nor did she have fancy clothes or jewelry, but one could feel that she tried her best to dress herself up every day, and she exuded a vitality that was unique to her age.

She enthusiastically introduced to Kevan the former glory of their tavern: "King Robert, the Duke of Winterfell, the Duke of the Eyrie, they once dined together in our inn... and the distinguished ladies who accompanied them... Oh, my father went to a nearby farm to buy vegetables, he will be back soon... There are not many guests at this time, and I will definitely not disturb your rest... Look at me, I will go and clean the room for you right away, in fact, I..."

Looking at the blonde girl who was trotting away with her skirt lifted up, Lord Kevan couldn't help but reveal a kind look. At that time...his niece also liked to run around.

(End of this chapter)