iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 489 Bloodline 12
In previous private meetings, Arianne always wore light clothing, but today... she wore a snow-white long dress with a low slit neckline and gold edges. This unusual outfit made Lord Green feel a little uncomfortable.

Under the sunlight, Arianne's olive skin seemed to be stained with a layer of golden glow, exuding a unique charm that was different from that of Andal women.

Her distinct black and white eyes lightly swept over Green, and she gracefully lifted her skirt and said, "Greetings, Regent Kleber. Good day."

Green arranged a high-standard welcoming ceremony for the Dornish envoys. The ministers of the Royal Council, Grand Maester Pycelle and Earl Gyles, came forward in turn to greet Princess Arianne.

After the tedious greetings, Green personally hosted a banquet in the dining room of the throne room to entertain Princess Arianne and the many nobles who accompanied her.

At this moment, laughter continued to be heard from the tables filled with delicious food and fine wine. Compared with the friendly ministers of the Red Castle, most of the Dornish nobles had a kind of vague arrogance on their faces.

Glynn and Arianne sat on two oak chairs at the main table, he on the right and she on the left.

"You are so charming. You shine so brightly that the sorrowful King's Landing feels like the warm sunshine from Dorne."

giggle.

Arianne laughed so hard that her body shook. She turned her head slightly and said in a slightly teasing tone, "Your tongue is truly heartwarming."

She took a sip of her wine gracefully and paused, her smile fading slightly. “I’m surprised, but not too surprised, Regent Green.”

Green leaned against the armrest, his tone revealing a hint of fatigue: "This city is always full of surprises, Princess Arianne."

"Ok?"

Arianne tilted her head and looked at Green. "Was the roar of the lion echoing in the Great Sept an accident as well?"

Her words seemed to drop a stone on the calm lake, instantly making the atmosphere a little subtle, and everyone's eyes couldn't help but turn to look over.

Green supported his cheek with one hand, and his brown eyes looked at his black eyes silently for a while, then he sighed and said, "He will atone for his sins."

Arianne stared at him. “How will he atone for his sins?”

Her full breasts rose and fell slightly, as if she was suppressing some emotion inside.

Before Green could respond, Arianne continued, "I really envy Lannister. He can wield the sword of revenge for his sister."

The silence at the table gradually spread, and the people who were originally talking to each other gradually stopped talking, and more eyes were focused on the main seat where Green and Arianne were.

"Regent."

The Earl of Hellgate, Harman Uller, who was sitting a few people away, stood up from his chair and said, "I heard that the King Slayer has a new title nowadays - God Slayer?"

His rough voice sounded particularly clear in the quiet restaurant.

Green glanced expressionlessly in the direction where Count Harman's voice came from, and suddenly laughed: "How can there be someone in this world who can kill a god? Can you tell me which...god did he kill?"

Seeing that Count Harman was standing there, not knowing how to respond, Sir Roger Elion of the City of Grace said, "Your Highness, the Regent, the Archbishop is the spokesperson for the gods in heaven on earth."

Green slowly sat up straight and said, "But the Archbishop is not God himself, just like..."

He glanced at the Dornish nobles around him: "...As envoys of Prince Doran Martell, you can represent him here, but you are not him himself. And..."

His eyes flashed with sharpness: "... Compared to the title of Archbishop that he snatched with an axe, judging by what the High Sparrow has done, he is more like a traitor who is plotting to overthrow the royal family."

Finally, Green looked at Arianne, his lips slightly curved: "Beautiful Princess Martell, do you still have any doubts now?"

What else could she doubt?
Arianne forced a smile and said, "Perhaps, I will be lucky enough to watch the trial of the Kingslayer."

Green shook his head slightly: "This matter must be ended as soon as possible, and not cause any more trouble."

He ignored Arianne who was about to speak, and instead raised his hand to motion Lord Harman and Ser Roger to take a seat.

Then he picked up the wine glass on the table and slowly swept his eyes over everyone: "Everyone, Dorne is always a member of the Seven Kingdoms. Once again, welcome you, the envoys from Dorne." The Regent's banquet continued in a relatively friendly atmosphere.

During today's meeting, Green gave her a sense of strangeness, as if they were meeting for the first time. Before... the ambiguity that she had deliberately left between the two of them seemed to have disappeared without a trace.

Thinking of this, Arianne bit her red lower lip lightly, leaned her upper body slightly, and whispered hoarsely: "Regent, I am actually curious about whether your tongue is 'sharp' or your other sword is 'sharp'."

"........."

Sudden teasing...

Green raised one of his eyebrows slightly. Didn't the Dornish princess understand that the negotiations between them had already begun since they met today?
Looking at Arianne's clear eyes like black pearls, Green smiled lightly and raised his glass to her: "Cheers to Her Royal Highness the Charming Princess."

Since a warm atmosphere can increase the trust of the Princess of Dorne, as the regent responsible for the peace of the Seven Kingdoms, he doesn't mind catering to her a little for the sake of the kingdom.

After taking a sip of wine, Lord Green continued, "If we have the honor to work with Her Royal Highness the Princess, I think the ministers of the Red Castle will be happy every day..."

After that, the atmosphere at the table became more relaxed and pleasant, and laughter and conversation filled the entire restaurant again, as if the previous little conflict had never happened.

…………

When the banquet was over, Glynn and Arianne went to the petition hall in the throne room.

Arianne stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked up at the hideous Iron Throne. Her skirt swirled as she turned around and faced Grimm who was standing beside her.

"Dear Regent, are you inviting me to join the Imperial Council?"

Green stood with his hands behind his back and looked up at the Iron Throne high above. The cold metal reflected a dazzling light under the sunlight, causing him to squint slightly.

His voice was slightly lamented: "Dorne... The Martells have been away from the Seven Kingdoms for too long."

After the words were spoken, the hall fell into a silent moment.

After a pause, Arianne's lips curved into a mocking arc: "Should Dorne be grateful for the sympathy of the Regent?"

Green turned his calm and deep gaze to Arianne: "It's not sympathy, it's resonance."

Arianne's eyes trembled slightly, and she seemed to catch something different in Green's eyes.

She took a step forward, raised her head and stared into Green's eyes, then spoke slowly: "I heard a lot of rumors about you in King's Landing. One of them is that someone said you have compassion for the former loyal warriors."

Green shrugged slightly: "The rumors are scary, and it will make some people very uneasy."

After a pause, he changed his tone and said seriously, "Princess Arianne, I hope that Prince Doran Nymmellos Martell will serve as the Lord Chancellor of the Small Council to assist me in governing the kingdom."

Hearing this, Arianne's beautiful eyes widened slightly: "My father?"

The flash of anger on her face did not escape Green's eyes. He nodded and said, "The Seven Kingdoms, which have been in chaos for a long time, are in great need of a strong Royal Council. The news that the Martell family will return to King's Landing will also better appease the people of the Seven Kingdoms."

Arianne looked at Green, who was full of sincerity, and suddenly smiled: "Of course I can't refuse your proposal."

She took a step forward and placed her right hand on Green's chest. "Rather than a seat on the Royal Council, I would rather have a marriage, such as...Princess Myrcella Baratheon."

Green frowned and said, "This is difficult. According to Queen Cersei's will, Princess Myrcella has inherited the title of Duke of Casterly Rock and the entire Westerly."

Arianne chuckled. “My dear brother will not mind marrying into the Westerlands.”

Green frowned even deeper: "Obviously, this proposal is not a good one. You should be well aware that Princess Myrcella's marriage could easily lead to a new round of unrest in the Seven Kingdoms. Arianne Martell, I want to know..."

His eyes narrowed slightly: "...Is this the negotiation condition of Prince Dorne?"

(End of this chapter)