iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 465 Golden Rose Camp

Pycelle stroked his white beard that flowed down to his chest and said, "Harris, I will send golden cloaks to protect your safety. You don't have to be afraid."

Harris's short and thick neck turned red. He opened his mouth and said, "Why would I be afraid... They are just some monks..."

"It's the monk holding the axe, cough cough cough!"

Earl Giles paused for a moment, then continued, "Lord Pycelle, Lord Harris, they... ahem..."

Looking at the coughing Chancellor, disgust flashed in Pycelle's eyes.

He raised his hand and said to the side: "Humfrey, please pour a glass of wine for Giles."

Hearing this, the golden-robed illegitimate commander-in-chief stood up from his chair, picked up the wine jug and walked over.

Hualala——the sound of summer red flowing out of the spout of the kettle on the conference table in front of the emperor was extremely clear.

“Thank you…thank you…”

Lord Giles reached up with a shaking hand and took a long gulp of wine down his itchy throat.

"Please continue, Lord Rosby."

"I'm sorry, I was just saying... um... I'm worried that the High Sparrow's judgments will not stop, and may judge... everyone they feel has violated the teachings of the Seven."

Giles finally finished speaking in a halting manner, and Prime Minister Harris quickly added: "This is exactly what I am worried about. They are too fanatical now..."

Grand Maester Pycelle said in an old voice, "They are not always so lucky."

The bachelor's necklace made of twenty-four kinds of metal pieces rang softly. He glanced at the two of them and continued, "The Minister of the Imperial Council should look beyond the Seven Kingdoms and serve the King, not those little sparrows."

Then, he glanced at the gold-cloaked commander-in-chief and said, "Humfrey, you will accompany the Prime Minister to the Great Sept of Baelor."

Humphry Weishui's face was slightly drooping but a look of uneasiness flashed across his face.

After Queen Cersei was imprisoned in the Sept of Baelor by the High Sparrow, Grand Maester Pycelle promoted him directly from the position of captain of the Dragon Guard to Lord Commander-in-Chief of the Gold Cloaks at a royal meeting.

However, although he has tried his best to win over the hearts of the people recently, the only people he can command are still his old subordinates from the Dragon Gate.

Because after Ser Adam Marbrand was imprisoned in the Black Cell, those led by Ser Damien Gort (Chapter 307) quickly won over more gold cloak officers.

Osfred Kettleblack was appointed Lord Commander of the Gold Cloaks, and they obeyed, at least on the surface.

But when he took office, they were unwilling to even show superficial obedience and only carried out the last order of the Queen Regent - to close the seven gates of King's Landing.

Of course, he thought about using his power as commander-in-chief to forcefully replace a group of people, but he couldn't do that. It was not only because he was worried about causing bloody conflicts... because everyone knew that behind Sir Damien and others was the former commander-in-chief of the Golden Cloaks - Duke Green.

Sir Humphrey stroked his chest and responded loudly: "As you command, my lord."

He sighed secretly. He naturally wanted to join that famous general, but the fact that he was promoted to captain of the dragon guard by the Lannisters after the Battle of King's Landing made him hesitate.

Before he could think it through, the situation in King's Landing changed almost every day, and he was dizzy.

Then, he became a gold cloak with only the title of Lord Commander, and was reduced to serving as cupbearer to Pycelle.

Yes!

Humphrey immediately stood up and bowed to the three ministers in front of the emperor: "I will go to arrange the accompanying personnel, please allow me to leave first!"

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"Next topic, Iron Bank representative..."

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Outside the throne room, seeing his father walk out of the door, Sir Siller Swyft hurried over to greet him. "Father."

Prime Minister Harris put his hands behind his back, glanced around secretly, and said in a low voice: "Stephen should have evacuated smoothly."

Stephen Swyfford is Harris's eldest son and heir, and Silence Swyfford is the second son.

Ser Steffon was in charge of the Lannister army's baggage train during the siege of Riverrun.

Sir Sillo's voice could not hide his excitement: "Great, may the gods bless my brother."

Harris took his second son to the garden of the throne room and ordered the guards to disperse and not disturb their conversation.

"Xi'erle, you should prepare today and set out tomorrow with our knights to meet Duke Green in the Riverlands on my behalf."

"Father, what are you doing..."

Harris stroked his short white beard and said, "The king is too young. The kingdom needs a regent. The candidates proposed at the royal meeting are Duke Green Crabbe and Duke Mace Tyrell."

After a pause, he lowered his voice and said, "The Swivel family must be the first to support Duke Green."

Taking a deep breath, Xierle couldn't help but lower his voice: "Father, will Queen Cersei regard us as traitors?"

He glanced around guiltily and added, "Will Lord Green be unhappy? Everyone knows that he loves Cersei Lannister."

Harris looked at Xierle, a man of upright character, with satisfaction. He thought he was a qualified second son, and this would ensure the stability of the family.

"Everyone says that when Lord Green returns to King's Landing, Queen Cersei will take control of the kingdom again," Sillo continued.

Prime Minister Harris sneered and said, "When Jaime did not respond to this matter immediately, Cersei's rule was doomed to end. Sillo, don't forget the motto of the Swyft family - awaken! awaken!"

He reached out and patted his second son who was still confused. "The Swyfford family must wake up from their sweet dream. Now, only with the support of Duke Green can I continue to sit on the Prime Minister's seat."

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Strong winds swept across the sea, raising huge waves. The waves continuously hit the rocks under Storm's End like angry beasts, making a deafening roar.

Jaime Lannister looked at the huge castle in the distance, and behind him... the Roaring Lion flag fluttered in the wind.

A young knight in silver armor and a green cloak came riding a gray warhorse, holding a rose banner high.

He stopped his horse in front of Jaime. Before the dust raised by the horse's hooves had settled, he looked at him unfriendly and said, "White Knight, the Duke of Highgarden has granted your request for an audience."

Ser Jaime, with a haggard face, raised his head slightly and looked at the person in front of him. Then he nodded in thanks. Although his voice could not hide his fatigue, it was still polite: "Please lead the way."

The Duke of Mace's camp was not near the coast, so Tyrell's messenger led Jaime and others on a winding road. They went all the way, bypassing rugged hills and passing through dense woods.

The Tyrell messenger led the way in front without saying a word. Only the dull sound of horse hooves stepping on the ground could be heard. This made Jaime wonder where the Duke of Highgarden's tent was.
Finally, after a long ride, they finally arrived at their destination—a camp north of Storm's End surrounded by lush greenery, singing birds and fragrant flowers.

Ser Jaime looked around the beautiful camp and had to admit that the Golden Rose certainly enjoyed herself...

They walked through the camp, and Jaime followed the Tyrell messenger into the large green tent with the largest rose flag hanging.

Inside the tent, Mace Tyrell sat majestically on a high-backed chair, with dozens of lords and knights of the River Reach wearing gorgeous armor on both sides.

With a flick of his snow-white cloak, Sir Jaime straightened his back and held his head high, passing by the crowd and stopped about ten steps away from the Duke of Mace.

He took a quick look at Mace Tyrell, who seemed to have gained some weight, and put his right hand on his chest, saying, "Thank you for meeting me. Good day, Duke of Mace."

After a pause, the Duke of Mace said coldly: "Jaime Lannister, in what capacity are you meeting me? A Kingsguard or a Lannister?"

(End of this chapter)