iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 450: The Gods’ Love

"Today's weak can become tomorrow's strong. Thirty years on the east side of the river, thirty years on the west side of the river."

“Why thirty years?”

Green Crabbe, who was invited, stood by the Red Fork River with his hands behind his back and sighed, while Ser Jaime beside him expressed his doubts.

Green glanced at James and said, "Don't underestimate anyone, White Knight."

If it weren't for "business", Green and James' conversations were often not on the same channel.

So, Sir James expressed his opinion seriously: "Ten years is enough. In fact, most squires can be judged whether they can become knights in less than ten years."

Green turned his head to look at James, sized him up, and said, "...Your tongue seems to have become much more flexible, sir."

Ser Jaime shrugged. "I should hope so. Unfortunately, it is harder than swordplay."

"You can practice more."

After saying that, Green pointed with his chin at a brown-haired woman who was arranging food and wine, and asked, "Which one is sweeter (Chapter 404)?"

Sir James followed Green's gaze and said unhappily, "Don't you think you are narrow-minded?"

Green spread his hands. "Everyone in the Seven Kingdoms knows that my heart is as broad as the summer sea, ser."

"Well, since you like it, I reluctantly agree."

As soon as James finished speaking, the brown-haired woman's voice came over: "My lord, you can eat now."

"Let's go."

Taking a step forward, Ser Jaime said as he walked: "Her name is Pia, she is my maid."

"Good-looking."

"........."

After they were seated, Green held the golden wine glass, glanced at the surrounding scenery, and said, "James, you chose a good place to dine."

Sir James smiled and raised his glass to Green, saying, "Although I didn't ask for it, it's an honor to be praised by the Duke."

Green took a sip of wine, shook the glass in his hand, and said, "Tell me, sir, why did you invite me here?"

Sir James put down his glass, paused, and said: "You are really perceptive."

Green shrugged, his tone slightly disgusted: "Have you ever thought that your face shows what you are thinking?"

James: “…”

Green smiled, put down his glass, and said, "Just say it, James, we are friends."

"Thank you."

Sir James spread his hands: "Sir Davon asked me for help, he hopes to get help from Crabbe."

After a pause, he continued, "One thousand Kleber soldiers, what can I do for you?"

Green's brown eyes moved slightly, and he nodded without hesitation, saying: "For your sake, I can agree to support you... Well, of course I will have conditions, after all, this is a deal."

Sir James leaned back in his chair with a relaxed mood, spread his hands, and said, "I am waiting for the Duke's orders."

Green tapped his chin and said, "My condition is very simple. I hope you can return to King's Landing as soon as possible."

Ser Jaime was slightly startled, and said, "Let me go back to King's Landing?"

Did something happen to Cersei?

Sir James was now increasingly reluctant to see his former lover. He frowned and asked, "Can you change the conditions?"

"I know what you are worried about, and I also know that you want to forget Cersei."

Green shook his head slightly: "...But you are the most suitable candidate, Jaime. Maybe your past love is over, but the fact that you are both Lannisters cannot be changed. This is your responsibility and obligation."

After a moment's silence, Ser Jaime managed to speak: "What happened?"

"Maybe it happened, maybe it didn't happen, but it's good to be prepared just in case."

Green picked up the wine glass, took a sip of summer red, and said slowly: "Just now I said 'don't underestimate anyone', but with the pride of the lioness, she will easily underestimate the enemy."

After a brief silence, he sighed and said, "Before coming to you, the raven delivered the latest intelligence from King's Landing. It is said that... several people confessed to the High Septon about their affair with Margaery Tyrell. Little Rose has now been imprisoned by the church."

He looked at James, whose face was filled with shock, and added, "Among the confessors, there is a man named Osney Kettleblack."

"Cersei..."

Remembering Cersei's deep hostility towards Margaery, Ser Jaime frowned: "What does she want to do?"

Green sighed helplessly again: "No matter what the reason is, it doesn't matter anymore, because Miss Margaret has been locked up, and the church will judge the chastity of the king's fiancée. If we allow the situation to continue to develop..."

He looked directly at Jaime: "The Iron Throne and the Rose are about to break apart. Think of the consequences... White Knight, a new round of war in the Seven Kingdoms is just around the corner."

Hearing this, Ser Jaime was startled. He looked at Green for a while, then sighed and said, "To be honest with you, Cersei is very hostile to Rose. Although I don't know the reason... You know her character very well. I am worried that I can't stop her unless..."

After a long silence, he said painfully: "I am a member of the Kingsguard. I cannot threaten the Queen Regent with a sword."

"You are still siblings." Green rubbed his head and murmured, "I didn't consider this carefully..."

Jaime opened his mouth but said nothing. In fact, Green was more suitable to go back and solve the problems in King's Landing than him, but this would cause the government's plan to gather refugees from the Riverlands to be abandoned halfway.

Soon, Green's gentle and steady voice sounded: "I have thought of another way, Jaime. I hope you will go to Storm's End and meet Lord Mace Tyrell as a Lannister envoy."

After hearing this, Sir James sat up straight and said, "Appease the Duke of Mace?"

Green nodded and said, "Yes, although you are a member of the Kingsguard, you are the eldest son of Lord Tywin. Your presence can represent the sincerity of the Lannisters. In this way... you can at least preserve the Lannister-Tyrell alliance. As long as this alliance exists, the rule of the Iron Throne will not be shaken."

Ser Jaime nodded slightly, but he thought for a moment and said, "Will it be too late? It is possible that the Duke of Mace of Storm's End will march to King's Landing first."

Green smiled lightly and said, "The Duke of Mace certainly loves his daughter more than Storm's End, but he won't give up easily. Moreover, he also knows that Earl Matus Rowan is a reliable man who can at least guarantee Miss Margery's safety. After I return, I will immediately arrange for a raven to deliver my handwritten letter to the Duke of Mace to calm his emotions."

He leaned forward slightly. "I hope you can leave as soon as possible. Don't forget that Cersei released a 'monster' in King's Landing."

"Are you referring to the armed cult?" "Yes, if you look through the True History, you will know the harm of the armed cult. Otherwise, Maegor I would not have offered a reward of one gold dragon for the head of a warrior's son and one silver deer for the scalp of a member of the Poor Gathering."

Green took a sip of wine and continued, "A monk who is too pious is no different from a madman. From what I know, the new Archbishop, the High Sparrow, is just such a monster. When facing such a person, the longer time goes by, the less we can count on his 'normality', but we should also not underestimate his madness... While the High Sparrow still has some concerns and reason, we must quickly appease Duke Tyrell."

He raised his glass, "This way, we can prevent the next war in the Seven Kingdoms."

Ser Jaime nodded. "That's a good idea."

After a pause, he looked at Green: "What are you going to do with those monks who picked up axes?"

"I?"

Green raised his eyebrows, thought for a moment, and replied, "If I had the power, I would immediately disarm the cult once the situation is under control. James, if you don't want to be ended by war, the best way is to end the source of war yourself."

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Before leaving, Green promised James: "I am satisfied with Sir Davon's performance. In a few days... at most seven days, I will send someone to inform him to take away a thousand Crabbe warriors."

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Outside the throne room, dark clouds hung in the sky like a heavy iron curtain.

In the throne room, the Iron Throne towers behind Cersei Lannister, who sits on a golden wooden chair piled with crimson cushions at the bottom of the steps.

The flames from the brazier flickered, and the countless barbs and tangles of the Iron Throne cast twisted shadows, enveloping her.

Cersei approaches the Iron Bank emissary, Nacho Demetrius.

She had a perfunctory smile on her face and was evaluating the person in front of her in her heart...his outfit was disgusting, his name was disgusting, and his voice was disgusting.

Under Cersei's orders, the Chancellor of the Exchequer has delayed the Iron Bank envoys who came to collect the royal debts for half a month.

She would have liked to put it off for another year or two, but Lord Giles Rosby reported yesterday that he could no longer handle Nacho Demetrius.

What else can the Chancellor of the Coin do besides coughing? Queen Cersei had to summon the messenger from the Iron Bank herself.

Cersei shifted in her chair as Nacho Demetrius began to tell her about the Iron Bank's debts without taking a breath.

Cersei waited for Nacho Demetrius to catch his breath, and she quickly said, "Sir Demetrius, it seems that your problem should be discussed with the kingdom's finance minister."

Naho Demetrius replied with a stiff face: "I have talked to Earl Giles six times, and each time he coughed at me and apologized to me, but..."

There was a layer of complaint in his voice: "Your Majesty, your finance minister didn't return a single bronze star to me!"

Hearing this, Cersei raised her red lips in a happy arc and said, "I suggest you talk to him again. Seven is a lucky number in Westeros."

After a pause, Naho Demetrius frowned and said, "Your Majesty, you seem to like joking very much."

Cersei's smile faded. "My Lord, if I am joking, I will laugh. Do you see me laugh? Do you hear me laugh? I promise you, when I joke, men will laugh too."

Nacho Demetrius's expression changed over and over, and finally he sighed and said, "Well, let me tell you more about King Robert..."

This time, Cersei interrupted him directly: "He is already in his grave."

"His Majesty………"

"After the rebellion is quelled, the Iron Bank will obtain its gold, and the meeting will end here."

Without waiting for the Iron Bank messenger to respond, Queen Cersei gave an order to the red-robed guards standing by: "Please escort the honorable messenger out."

Nacho Demetrius glanced at Cersei arrogantly, turned around and left without waiting for the red robe to come over.

With a sneer of contempt, Cersei ordered the Kingsguard: "Ser Meryn, take me back to Maegor's Tower."

This afternoon, on behalf of the royal family, she would go to the Great Sept of Baelor to visit Little Rose who was imprisoned in the Black Room by the High Sparrow.

She was very curious about what happened to the noble Miss Rose after being tortured by the monks...

Cersei couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth. She had to hurry to take a hot bath, put on gorgeous clothes and jewelry, and comfort the poor little thing.

If Rose's miserable appearance could make her feel better, she might kindly suggest that the High Sparrow conduct the trial as soon as possible to let the poor little creature suffer less.

Maegor Tower.

The bathroom was filled with steam, and Cersei was happily immersed in the golden bathtub, her golden hair floating in the water, her fair skin flushed lightly under the moisturizing warm water.

Just as she was thinking about how to use her outstanding wisdom to make Little Rose confess the crime of betraying the king, the bathroom door was suddenly pushed open and a chubby little figure rushed in.

"Mom, you must release Margaery. This is the king's order!"

Order?

Cersei's face twisted for a moment as she watched her son come to the bathtub and yell at his mother for Margaery.

She first signaled the maid who followed in to close the door and leave, then said coldly: "Tommen, it seems that the last lesson has not taught you to respect your mother."

When the word "class" was mentioned, the fat king couldn't help but tremble, but he still mustered up the courage and said: "The monks have no right to imprison my fiancée..."

Mother's gaze became more and more terrifying. Tommen's voice gradually became smaller. His face flushed and he whispered, "Mom, please let her come back. I want to play with her. She promised me that she would play the knight game with me."

"Tommen, come."

After a pause, Cersei stretched out a hand and rubbed her son's head, and said in a voice as gentle as possible: "I love Margaery too. She is cute and kind. But..."

Her tone became sad: "I have to tell you the truth. Your fiancée betrayed your love. She climbed into the bed of another man without telling you... As your mother and the regent of the kingdom, I cannot forgive her."

After listening to his mother's sincere words, Tommen didn't believe it at all. He shook his head vigorously: "That's a false accusation. Margaery will never betray me. I believe her!"

Cersei was furious. She barely suppressed her fluctuating emotions and said, "I am telling the truth. The night before last, the old nun reported to me the results of her examination of Margaery's body. She is not a virgin."

Her voice became gentler, and she rubbed her son's head again: "Tommen, how can such a slutty woman become the queen of the Seven Kingdoms? I will choose another one for you..."

Tommen interrupted sharply, "That's because Margaery was injured when she was a horse rider when she was little. She told me about it a long time ago (Chapter 432)! The old nun doesn't understand anything. This is the love of the gods for Margaery!"

(End of this chapter)