iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 433: Under the Rushing City 10
"Margaery, you are the most beautiful woman in the world." After saying that, he moved his lips and lowered his eyes shyly.

The low laughter of Margaery's maids was heard again, and Tommen's chubby face turned red.

Little Rose glared at Maegor Tyrell and the others, then smiled at Tommen and said, "Thank you for your compliment, King Tommen. I am so honored."

Tommen raised his eyes slightly, glanced at Margaery's rosy lips, and whispered, "I'm telling the truth."

"Of course it's true." Margaery chuckled. She stretched out a finger and tapped Tommen's chubby cheek. She added, "But, His Majesty has not forgiven me for my previous offense..."

As she spoke, she lowered her head and said uneasily: "The king's majesty is inviolable. I ask for your forgiveness again. I shouldn't joke with you casually..."

Seeing this, Tommen hurriedly said: "Others can't, but you can!"

He tilted his head to observe Margery's expression, and then nervously continued, "Besides, I don't think you are being reckless. You are my fiancée, Miss Margery."

After a pause, seeing that Margaery still kept her head down and didn't speak, he became even more nervous: "Did my words make you sad? I'm sorry, I... I... I asked the chef to make you apple cake (Tommen's favorite food, Chapter 123)? I'll share a secret with you?"

After a moment of silence, Margaery finally couldn't help but burst out laughing. Hearing her laughter...Tommen suddenly felt that the whole room was brightened up.

Then Tommen's cheeks turned red: "Margaery, you tricked me again, I'm angry!"

Margaery curled the corners of her lips, kissed Tommen lightly on the forehead, and said, "I choose to know your secrets. I want to know all the little secrets of my future husband."

Tommen couldn't help but nod, but immediately puffed up his cheeks, turned his face away, and said, "Humph, I also want to know all your secrets. I want to exchange with you."

Margaret smiled and made a gesture. The others nodded and left, and soon there were only two people left in the room.

Tommen crossed his arms, glanced at Margaery, and said, "If you tell me first, I will forgive you and tell you my secret."

Margaery took off her exquisite boots and climbed onto the king's bed. She lay on her side beside Tommen, supporting her cheek with one hand. She stared at him for a while and chuckled. "As you command, my lord. Well... I bled before. I was about your age then."

Tommen couldn't pretend to be angry anymore. He immediately asked with concern: "Are you hurt?"

Margery seemed to be reminiscing: "Well...it can be considered as an injury."

After a pause, she opened her red lips and said, "At that time, my brothers were teaching me horsemanship, and I accidentally fell off the pony. It was very painful at the time, but in order to appear brave, I endured it and climbed back onto the saddle..."

She couldn't help laughing: "Looking back now, I was really reckless when I was a kid."

Tommen nodded and said, "And then? Did you fall again? So you got hurt and bled?"

"In fact, it was bleeding, but I didn't know it at the time..."

Margaery suddenly lowered her voice, and Tommen couldn't help but hold his breath.

"Later, when I went back to my room to change clothes, I found that I was bleeding. Mei Ge was with me at the time, and we were both shocked. But I was worried that my father would know that I was injured while learning horse riding. I was worried that he would not allow me to ride a horse, so... I asked Mei Ge to keep it a secret for me, and this matter became a secret between me and her."

Tommen scratched his head. "Does it hurt?"

Margaery stared at him with her brown eyes, tapped her chin, and said, "It hurt a lot... But when I grew up to be a girl, I regarded this little accident as the gods' love for me."

"Gods?" After thinking for a while, Tommen asked curiously, "Why is it love to let you get hurt?"

Hearing this, Margaret was slightly startled, and her voice was slightly hesitant: "This... because it is related to the place where I was injured..."

Tommen crossed his arms across his chest again and said seriously, "Uncle James told me that if you are injured, you must seek timely treatment. Some wounds may look fine, but they may cause problems in a few years. I can ask Grand Maester Pycelle to re-examine the places where you have been injured..."

Margaery suddenly giggled, and under Tommen's puzzled gaze, she said: "He will refuse your order tremblingly, because I am already fine."

Then, she straightened her back, supported herself with her hands, and whispered in Tommen's ear... After that, Margaery lay back down again. She looked at Tommen with a blushing face and chuckled, "Tommen I, I have shared a secret with you."

Tommen didn't dare to meet Margaery's gaze. He moved awkwardly and said, "You...I...I've heard of this kind of thing..."

Margaery pursed her lips to hold back her laughter. After a pause, she tapped Tommen's cheek with her finger and said, "I share this secret with you because I want to tell my fiancé that his fiancée is just like him, and she looks forward to our wedding night every day."

Tommen nodded heavily to Margaery. "I promise I will grow up quickly."

"I believe you."

Margaery blinked and said, "It's your turn to share the secret, King Tommen I."

Tommen was silent for a long time before he spoke: "I dreamed of Joffrey..."

Hearing this, Little Rose reached out and took Tommen's chubby hand, and said softly, "Oh, does your brother care about you very much?"

After a pause, Tommen shook his head and said disappointedly: "He is very angry. He blames me for taking his crown."

Margaery's eyes trembled slightly, and she comforted him softly: "It's not your fault, Tommen. You are Joffrey's legal heir. You don't have to be sad about it."

Tommen's eyes were slightly red. "In fact, what makes me sad is not Joffrey's rebuke, but... but... I have never been sad because of his death..."

He looked at Little Rose with his watery green eyes: "I feel weird. I became the king, and the most beautiful woman in the world became my fiancée... all because of Joffrey's death, but I didn't feel a bit guilty. I lied to my mother... told her that I was sad about Joffrey's departure forever, but... in fact, I was mourning the death of my grandfather... this is my biggest secret."

"Joffrey I was very brave, and his family loved him." Margaery looked at Tommen for a while, stretched out her right hand to stroke his face, and continued: "But he committed patriicide, and you not only love your brother, but also your grandfather. I think your reaction is normal. Moreover, out of respect for your brother, you will be a good king and try your best to make up for the regrets he left behind... right?"

Tommen nodded heavily and said, "Yes, although I am not as brave as Joffrey, I will do my best to rule the kingdom well."

"I believe you will become the most wonderful king in history."

Margaery nodded gently, then, under Tommen's reluctant gaze, she gracefully stood up and climbed off the bed.

When a pair of white bare feet touched the carpet under the bed, she suddenly turned her head, smiled at Tommen, and said, "I will accompany you until you go to have breakfast with the Queen Mother... Oh, I'm just a little thirsty."

Tommen felt like he was being caught spying on someone. He scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "Please feel free to do as you please."

Clap—Margery came to the small round table beside the bed and poured a glass of wine, picked up the golden wine glass inlaid with gems, and took a sip of the bright red summer wine.

She held the wine glass in her hand, facing Tommen on the bed, and said, "As for your mother... she loved Joffrey very much. This is well known. At that time... the queen mother must have been very sad. You have done well enough, my king."

Hearing this, Tommen looked a little depressed: "Mother loves Joffrey the most."

Margaery walked lightly back to the bed, leaned over and kissed the top of Tommen's head, looked at him, and said, "And I love you the most. That's only fair, your majesty."

Tommen's eyes lit up immediately: "Really? You love me the most?" Margaery's beautiful eyes moved slightly. She tilted her head and thought for a moment, then asked curiously: "Does anyone dare to deceive the owner of the Iron Throne?"

Tommen smiled happily: "I believe you, Margaery Tyrell."

The two looked at each other, and Margaery smiled: "Thank you... Look, Queen Cersei takes such good care of you. She is a lioness who protects her cubs."

Tommen didn't seem to like hearing this comment: "I'm almost ten years old. I don't need my mother's care anymore."

"Yeah, you're still her king."

Margaret raised her eyebrows, took a sip of wine, and added: "But you will always be her little baby."

Tommen shifted and whispered, "I'm not a child."

"I love her and admire her very much. She is... kind and... gentle to me." Margaret shrugged slightly and continued, "She is kind and... gentle."

She put the wine glass aside, picked up the new clothes she had prepared for Tommen, smoothed them out slowly, and sighed, "She has been through so many terrible things. First she lost her husband, then her eldest son and her father... No wonder she keeps such a close eye on you. Even with such a busy schedule of affairs in the kingdom, she still has breakfast with you every day and is always concerned about your growth... She is a good mother."

She looked at him and said, "Well, my king, you should change your clothes. I don't want to be blamed by the lioness for delaying your breakfast."

Hearing the end, Tommen's face showed obvious displeasure: "Last time, it was because of me that the time was delayed. Mom shouldn't blame you!"

Margaret shrugged helplessly, raised the clothes in her hand, and said, "So, for the sake of your poor and innocent fiancée, please allow me to help you put it on."

Tommen hesitated for a while and said, "Should you let your maid help me?"

Margaret seemed very sad: "You don't like my service, right? Who do you like? Meg? Elo? Yalan? Could it be..."

Tommen said angrily, "Neither of them. I like you the most! If you joke again, I will be really angry!"

"Oh, then why don't you just let me..."

The door of the king's bedroom was suddenly pushed open, and Maegor Tyrell walked in in a panic.

Meg first bowed to the king, then came to Margaery's side and whispered something in her ear.

After listening to what Megge said, Margaery's eyes trembled. She was silent for a moment and said, "Tommen, I have something to deal with."

She handed over the clothes and said, "Meige, you will serve the king."

Seeing Margaery was about to leave, Tommen couldn't help but ask, "What happened? Do you need my help?"

Margaery paused and looked at the little king on the bed. "It's nothing serious. There are pirates harassing the Reach. I want to find out what's going on."

After saying this, she lifted her skirt to Tommen and turned and walked away.

Outside the King's bedroom.

Margaery appeared, and the Lord High Admiral, Earl Matus Rowan, Admiral of the Redwyne Fleet, Earl Paxter Redwyne and others all saluted her.

Margaery returned the greeting gently, and said calmly, "Any news from the Duke of Highgarden?"

Count Matus nodded slightly and said, "Duke of Metz of Storm's End has dispatched 30,000 troops to help."

Margaery thought for a moment and said, "Will this affect my father's ability to capture Storm's End?"

Earl Matus replied calmly, "If we only want to besiege Storm's End, we have enough troops left."

"Miss Margery."

Paxter looked at Little Rose and said, "The coast of the Reach does not have enough fleets to guard it. If the news of Greyjoy's invasion spreads in King's Landing, the captains of the Redwyne fleet will definitely request to return to the Reach."

Margaery paced back and forth for a few steps, glanced at everyone, and said, "There is no need to wait for their request. Lord Paxter (Lady Olenna's nephew), please lead all the Redwyne fleets to sail as soon as possible. The coast of the Reach needs your protection even more."

Paxter frowned and said, "Although your grandmother asked me to obey your orders, she also ordered me to protect you."

Margaery shook her head slightly. "Uncle (Lady Olenna's nephew), you can go and destroy Greyjoy without worry. Lord Matus will protect my safety. I will be waiting for your triumphant return in King's Landing."

Count Matus patted Count Redwyne and said, "Please rest assured, I will protect Miss Margery."

Lord Paxter said no more and just nodded.

Margaret's eyes moved slightly. She glanced at the waiters and maids who suddenly appeared in the far corridor and said, "Everyone, let's go to the king's study to discuss the specific arrangements. Please follow me."

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Under the scorching sun, under the city of Benliu, mad lions roared, flags fluttered, and the shouts of killing were deafening.

The siege ladders were roughly erected by the Lannister soldiers and pressed tightly against the city wall, like ferocious pythons trying to climb up the city.

The Tully soldiers guarding the city kept stabbing downwards with their spears, trying to push all the climbers down.

There were continuous screams and soldiers kept falling from great heights.

At the city gate, the huge battering ram, pushed by the Lannister soldiers, hit the gate again and again, making a dull sound.

Every impact caused the city gate to tremble and wood chips to fly.

Under the frenzied attack of the Lannister army, Riverrun seemed to be groaning in pain.

On the tallest tower on the city wall, Brynden Tully was looking down at the battlefield below motionlessly. When the Lannister army gathered densely under the city wall, he suddenly narrowed his eyes and then waved his hand.

As he moved, the herald shouted, "Pour the boiling oil!"

Responses came one after another, and Brynden's new orders soon reached the top of the attacked city wall.

(End of this chapter)