iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 486 Bloodline 9
Green lay on his side with his cheek propped up and said, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Margaery said casually as she put on her cloak, "If Princess Myrcella could help me share the burden of the ladies who come to visit, it would make things much easier for me."

Starting today, the nobles in King's Landing will come to the sept to attend the funeral and mourn Cersei's death. Margaery meant... that she needed to accompany the little king and was worried that she would not be able to receive everyone considerately.

Green nodded his chin lightly: "She won't refuse."

Margaery looked over, her tone like a wife joking with her husband: "Isn't Princess Myrcella charming? Oh, I can imagine the future... the knights dueling for her beauty."

Green smiled and said, "Margaery, if I were from the Reach, you would definitely be able to find me among the many knights who would fight for you."

With a sweet smile, Margaret lowered her body to the side of the bed, supported her chin with her hands and looked at Green.

The man on the bed was reflected in her beautiful eyes: "Your tongue is still so charming, just like when I first met you."

Green smiled and stared at Margaret's rosy lips: "Obviously, I've fallen in love with your tongue too."

Hearing this, Margaret's cheeks turned slightly red. At this moment, she... was like a shy girl who was in sweet love, her heart and eyes filled with him.

Then, there was another passionate kiss.

After parting their lips, Margaret asked breathlessly, "Will today's day be very long?"

Little Rose's eyes were hazy as water. Green stroked her cheek and said, "You can rest assured. Once those people are sure that the friendship between Marigold and Golden Rose will not waver, they will only express the appropriate sorrow."

Margaret blinked, then tilted her face slightly, reached out and lifted a corner of the blanket, looked at it briefly, and said, "If it behaves well, I'll feel at ease."

Turning her eyes to Green, she curled her lips and said, "See you tonight."

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When Sir Ange came in with his maids, Green was sitting on the edge of the bed, reading "Genealogies and History of the Chief Nobles of the Seven Kingdoms" written by Maester Merion.

The page that was turned was about the members of the Lannister family.

"Good day, your highness."

After changing his clothes, Green glanced at Sir Ange's dark eyes and said, "Thank you, Ange."

Sir Ange shrugged helplessly: "Your Highness, the Rose Maid loves to listen to stories too much."

He moved a little closer and added in a low voice, "The door is well soundproofed. You can't hear anything from outside."

"Join me for breakfast."

Green moved his feet and asked again, "Is Maegor Tyrell charming?"

Sir Ange paused for a moment, scratched his head sheepishly, and said, "I still think the women of Crab Claw Peninsula are more attractive, Your Highness."

Green smiled and said, "If you don't want to see blood, I suggest you stay calm. Borona and Osana (Chapter 109) are coming soon."

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Outside the throne room.

"What's your impression of him?"

"I am no different from most nouveau riche, afraid that others will look down on my origins." Maegor Tyrell rubbed his cheek and continued, "I have to be excited to listen to such a boring story. Oh, Margaery, I am so pitiful. Gods, please have mercy on me."

"Thank you, my Miss Mei Ge."

Margaery's smile faded slightly. "But this is a good start. You have to know that Sir Anguy is the captain of the guard of the regent."

Mei Ge was still full of complaints about the lucky guy who liked to imitate the nobles' behavior: "He is just a spare captain of the guard. In front of him are Miss Tas and..."

Seeing that Margaret was still smiling but her eyes were fixed on her, Mei Ge opened her mouth and stopped the rest of her complaints.

"Ming, my Miss Margaret!"

Mei Ge threw himself into Margaret's arms and said in an exaggerated manner, "I know, I know. Next time I meet him at a banquet, I will take the initiative to invite him to dance. Since he likes to peek at my breasts so much, I will let him see enough!"

Margaret patted Mei Ge's back helplessly and said, "It's enough to maintain a good friendship, my Mei Ge."

Mei Ge imitated the minstrel's chant: "Where am I, the handsome knight——"

The morning light dyed the sky above the Red Castle golden.

After entering the Rose family's carriage that was waiting for them and sitting down, Meg hugged Margaret's arm tightly.

She couldn't wait to ask, "How is it? Is the famous general as fierce as he was on the battlefield?"

Hearing this, Margaret couldn't help but laugh: "Compared to the battlefield, perhaps he is more courageous in bed."

"oh---"

Looking at the astonished Mei Ge, Little Rose tilted her head and shrugged.

Then………

Although there were only two of them in the carriage, Mei Ge took a quick glance before asking in a low voice, "Is that... majestic?"

Margaret seemed to recall it briefly, then she imitated Meg's exaggerated expression and said, "I think most women would be exhausted... collapsed."

"oh---"

After another long exclamation, Meg stared at Margaret's haggard lips and grabbed her cheeks with her slightly plump hands: "My poor sister... I will never complain to you again..."

Looking at the funny Meg, Margaret glanced at her speechlessly. After laughing together for a while, Meg suddenly buried her head in Margaret's neck and murmured pitifully: "Margaret, will you not play 'games' with us anymore?"

Meg's chubby face was close by, and Margaery stretched out her finger to push away her forehead: "My husband must be the king."

"Of course, you are destined to be the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms."

After saying that, Meg left Margaret's body, looked at her body clearly, and asked sincerely: "Miss, please let me help you take a bath later, and I will also..."

She chuckled: "...help you observe the traces left by the Regent on Rose."

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Today, the sky above King's Landing is covered with bright sunshine as usual. The dazzling light pours unreservedly on this magnificent city of kings, coating the entire city with a layer of dazzling gold.

Compared with the continuous rainy days during Lord Tywin's funeral, although both were Lannister funerals, they seemed like two completely different worlds.

"Welcome - the Earl of Crabclaw Peninsula and Whispering City - the Duke of Eagle's Nest - the Governor of the Riverlands - the famous general of the Seven Kingdoms - the Protector of the Land - the Regent of the Seven Kingdoms - His Highness Green of the Crab House!"

At this time, many people of all kinds have gathered in the temple. They come from different families and represent their own interests and forces.

As the host finished singing, everyone seemed to be guided by some invisible force, and all bowed respectfully in the direction of Green in unison, their movements in unison.

Then, everyone began to move quickly and lined up in an orderly manner. Although everyone had different ideas and purposes in their hearts, they were all waiting for the opportunity to have a few words with the Regent.

For them, this brief period of communication might mean the protection of the family's honor and interests, or it might mean a little stability and guidance in a turbulent situation.

Standing there, Green's expression was filled with sadness, yet there was an irresistible intimacy. He patiently whispered to every noble who came, especially those from the "Old Royal Party"... Whenever he met these people, he would gently pat their arms, as if conveying some special trust and comfort.

Green's seemingly ordinary and gentle behavior was particularly eye-catching in the eyes of many people with ulterior motives.

In the increasingly "weird" atmosphere, in response to everyone's questions and inquiries about the incorporation of Stormland into the royal territory, Green used clear words to express the firmness of the royal meeting.

"Anyone who opposes will be regarded as a traitor to Stannis, the rebel at heart! For the sake of peace in the Seven Kingdoms, Crabbe's 100,000-man army is ready to go out at any time to quell the rebellion."

As for the massacre that took place in the Great Sept of Baelor last night, no one mentioned it to the Regent.

because………

Jaime Lannister, covered in dried blood, stood like a stone statue beside Cersei's sarcophagus, with a head placed at his feet.

Its face became blurred due to the dried blood, making it difficult to identify its identity directly with the naked eye.

However, everyone present knew that it was the head of the High Sparrow...

There seemed to be an invisible wall around Sir Jaime, isolating him from everyone else, and everyone avoided him.

They turned directly to the other side and expressed their condolences to King Tommen and Princess Myrcella for Queen Cersei.

"Please accept my condolences and mourn your loss, my majesty..."

"I am very sad to hear this news. I know you are experiencing unimaginable pain at this moment, Your Majesty..."

"Your Majesty, your pain and sorrow are beyond our comprehension, but please believe..."

"Your Majesty, Princess, you are not alone. The gods in heaven will accompany you..."

"Your Majesty, we are always with you..."

"Please believe that time will heal everything..."

"She will live forever in our hearts..."

Margaery and Myrcella, standing on both sides of the king, responded to each condolence with appropriate thanks, while Tommen rubbed his eyes from time to time with sleepiness and rarely spoke.

Not far away, Green had been keeping an eye on the situation on the king's side, and seeing this...he couldn't help but frowned.

"Honor never dies... Excuse me, I'm going to see the king."

After saying that, Green patted the shoulder of the old knight of the king's territory who had lost his right arm and his eldest son in the garrison battle seventeen years ago, and then he walked away.

Seeing Green coming, the people around him gradually lowered their voices and made way for him.

When he came to him, Green stroked his chest and said, "King Tommen."

Tommen seemed to have just realized who was in front of him. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand and said, "Duke Green..."

Green's frown deepened, Tommen hugged Little Rose's waist with some fear, and Princess Myrcella patted her brother gently and whispered comfort in his ear.

Looking at the young boy, the little girl and the young girl, Green suddenly felt like a big villain.

Green raised one eyebrow as Margery shook her head slightly at him.

There was a moment of silence. Green sighed, then lowered his body to look Tommen in the eye.

"Your Majesty, are you very sleepy?"

Tommen shook his head at first, then under the encouraging gazes of Margaery and Myrcella, he said, "I'm just a little tired, Regent Green."

Green smiled gently and nodded. He looked behind the king and said, "Prince's Chamberlain, please tell everyone present that our king has been praying for his mother's rest all night. Please forgive me for my negligence."

The butler nodded slightly respectfully. He took a step forward, looked around at the people around him, and said loudly: "My lords! Tommen Baratheon is not only the king of the Seven Kingdoms, he is also the son who just lost his mother! His Majesty is so sad that he can't express his gratitude to you!"

Seeing Green's reminder, the resonant voice of the butler sounded again: "After the funeral, His Majesty Tommen will personally host a king's banquet in the Red Castle to express his gratitude and gratitude!"

(End of this chapter)