iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 494 Bloodline (End)
"Last night, your highness."

With a slight nod, Ser Rayna handed the reins to Daenerys, and then everyone got on their horses.

Above the towering mountains, the morning light is like a layer of golden gauze, gently falling on the world.

The horses' hooves tapped the ground rhythmically as Daenerys and her companions rode slowly along the winding path.

The breeze blew gently, bringing the unique fresh scent of the mountain morning.

"The apprentice knights of the valley (Chapter 264) are all ready to go. They can go south through the blood gate soon."

Daenerys' violet eyes moved slightly, her gaze shifted to Reyna, she tapped her chin lightly, and said, "Please continue."

"Sir Lake's (Chapter 101) nine warships (Chapter 270) have docked at the pier of Seagull Town..."

As Daenerys listens, she thinks back to the secret letter Grimm sent her (Chapter 469).

"…The warships built by Braavos are really great. I went aboard and had a look around. Ryke was afraid that I would damage his 'wives', so he kept an eye on me the whole time."

Reina's complaint instantly filled Daenerys's jewel-like eyes with a smile: "Thank you, ser."

At one of the gates of the Eyrie, Ser Emperor Thornes was waiting with her lieutenants and attendants.

As Daenerys and the others gradually approached, Ser Emperor and the others all touched their chests and saluted: "Good day, Your Highness."

Emparo?

Daenerys looked to the side with a little surprise, and Ser Reina responded with a chuckle.

Staring at Reyna, Daenerys swiftly jumped off the horse and took Emperor's hand. "What a wonderful morning! I didn't expect you all to come back."

She looked him over for a moment and said, "I am so delighted to see you return with so much honor."

During the harvest season in the valley, the high mountain clans living at the foot of the Bright Moon Mountains came down the mountain to raid, and Sir Emparo was ordered to send troops.

Crab's army, which was good at fighting against savages, defeated the enemy with only a small number of casualties. Emparo's reputation in the valley was no less than that of Per Pili, known as Sir Fire Bull.

"Thank you, Princess."

Emperor, who was a head taller than Dany, blushed slightly. "The enemy is too weak. Our soldiers can beat ten at a time."

Daenerys smiled and shook her head. "Although I have no experience in fighting, I at least know that war is not an easy task. Go in, we will be very busy from now on."

Daenerys is about to go to King's Landing. According to Green's order, Ser Emperor will serve as the acting lord of the Eyrie and Governor of the Vale. Upstarts from the Vale, such as Grievant Hersh, will assist in handling the government affairs of the Vale.

Therefore, Daenerys needs to hand over the government affairs in her hands to Sir Emperor before leaving.

Princess study.

Buried in the pile of documents, Emperor scratched his head more and more frequently, which made Daenerys beside him couldn't help but smile.

"You'll get used to it soon, don't worry."

Hearing the princess's gentle comforting voice, Emparo moved his lips and said, "Your Highness, I'm sorry, I don't understand much of what is written here."

"It's okay. Maester Al is a good teacher. He will solve most of your problems."

Daenerys complained slightly in her tone: "To be honest, those euphemistic and implicit words... used to make me lose sleep. I understand your pain too well."

She shrugged. "Fortunately, I have Maester Al and the assistance of the Maester Advisory Group."

Hearing this, Emparo heaved a visibly relieved sigh of relief.

Goose, goose, goose...Daenerys couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh.

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Outside the Gate of the Gods in King's Landing, the tents of Kleber's soldiers were densely arranged, extending into the distance with no end in sight; the marigold flags symbolizing the Kleber family were everywhere, like a golden sea of ​​flowers blooming in the camp.

Dang~~dang~~dang~~
The melodious bells of the Baelor Cathedral echoed, as if they came from the sky.

The day after the Queen Mother's funeral was the day when the Regent held his first petition. Everyone changed into their most gorgeous clothes and gathered in the throne room.

They entered through the huge oak doors into the petition hall, which soon became a sea of ​​jewels, furs, and brilliant brocades.

The sadness that filled the Red Castle seemed to disappear in an instant. Everyone in the hall greeted each other and the atmosphere was very "friendly".

Toot toot———

A trumpet suddenly sounded, and the master of ceremonies intoned: "Welcome, Her Royal Highness Princess Arianne Nymmellos Martell, Lord Advocate!"

As the voice fell, the hall suddenly became quiet, and all kinds of eyes turned over, most of which were mixed with anger and hatred.

Arianne wore a low-cut snow-white dress with gold edges and a gorgeous yellow sapphire necklace on her beautiful collarbone. The pleasure brought by revenge and power seemed to nourish her beauty and make her even more charming.

She simply ignored the many sharp eyes, swayed her body, and walked up to the platform in front of the steps of the Iron Throne.

Beep, beep, beep—beep—

The brass trumpet sounded again: "Welcome, Hand of the King, the Duke of Mace of House Tyrell!"

hum!
Unlike Martell, when Prime Minister Mace appeared in a green robe and a Prime Minister's necklace, everyone saluted and greeted him.

The Duke of Metz walked majestically, occasionally nodding slightly to those who were overly enthusiastic, showing the style of the Prime Minister of the Seven Kingdoms to everyone.

When he sat down on the chair to the right of the main seat on the podium, he heard Arianne's low cold snort.

The Duke of Metz glanced to his left, his cheeks puffed up, and he suppressed the urge to sneer in response, but in the end... he chose to ignore it.

Beep—beep—beep—

"Welcome, Protector of the Realm, Regent of the Seven Kingdoms, Duke Green of the Crabbe family!"

As the master of ceremonies sang a long song, everyone bowed in unison, and Green slowly walked through the crowd and stepped onto the stage.

Beep—beep—beep—

"Your Highness, King Tommen Baratheon I, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, and Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms."

Green and the other three on the platform stood up and saluted with everyone. Tommen, wearing a crown, walked up to the Iron Throne from the side steps, surrounded by the Kingsguard.

Tommen climbed up the Iron Throne with a nervous face under the gaze of everyone, and then the three people on the podium sat down again.

As soon as she sat down, Arianne leaned slightly towards Green and said, "Shouldn't the little king be playing with his elder...fiancée, my regent?"

Green glanced at Margaery Tyrell, who was sitting on the second-floor viewing platform with the ladies and young ladies, and said, "This is tradition. Your Majesty needs to let King's Landing and the Seven Kingdoms know that their king has come out of the pain of losing his loved ones."

His eyes swept across the three royal ministers, Pycelle, Matus and Gales, who were sitting behind the long table on the lower right, and he added: "Also, I must kindly remind you that the Duke of Mace has very sensitive ears, my Princess Arianne." Arianne shrugged: "I am 'envious' of my good neighbor, His Highness Green."

After several days of consecutive imperial conferences, Green seemed to have gradually become accustomed to the close relationship between the two southern neighbors, where they often "stab each other".

He ignored Martell and turned his gaze to Tyrell on the other side: "Prime Minister Mace, have you read the letter that the northern ravens delivered this morning?"

Lord Mace looked over. "North? News from Stark or Stannis?"

"It's news from Greyjoy."

Green drummed his fingers on the armrest of the chair. "Lord Commander Mormont wrote that Theon Greyjoy, the Night's Watch, has suddenly disappeared. The Night's Watch requests that we offer a reward for his whereabouts."

Lord Mace frowned and paused, then said, "The Greyjoy who was exiled to the Wall by Lord Stark?"

Green nodded slightly: "Technically speaking, the Crow's Eye took away his power. They are mortal enemies."

Duke Mace stroked his beard and pondered for a moment, then said slowly: "This is a little good news. Perhaps we can help the homeless legitimate heir of the Iron Islands."

Green curled his lips: "Yes, it is good news."

At this time, the golden robes closed the door of the throne room, and the chief steward standing not far away looked at Regent Green.

Seeing him nod, the imperial steward picked up the wooden hammer and knocked on the wooden board, saying loudly: "Silence! Silence! Everyone, please be quiet!"

As the voice of the Imperial Steward spread, everyone gradually stopped talking and the entire hall gradually became quiet.

"Lord Regent Green Crabbe, please hear the petition—"

At the beginning, the petitions were all trivial matters. When some people were ready to step forward to accuse Martell of his atrocities, Archbishop Auridor, wearing a silver robe, suddenly walked out.

As he bowed respectfully at the foot of the platform, the surrounding area was suddenly filled with low murmurs of discussion.

This old monk, who was once punished by the High Sparrow, has recently become more notorious than the Princess of House Martell.

Although most sparrows died on the night the lion roared, some sparrows still survived, and they were the targets of Archbishop Orido. They were called the remnants of heresy.

Archbishop Auridor, who once loved to spread the teachings of the Seven Gods in the Women's Branch, has revealed his cruel side after being imprisoned for some time.

It is said that Archbishop Olido's methods of dealing with the remnants of heresy were so cruel that even the regent, once known as the Bloody Count, had to intervene and appease the old monk to prevent overly bloody punishment.

"Your Majesty, the Regent, the High Sparrow is a traitor to the Church of the Seven Gods and even more so to the kingdom. The numerous sparrows are his minions in carrying out his evil atrocities."

Archbishop Olidor's eyes swept over the people around him: "And they, under the name of the High Sparrow, are still roaming around the Seven Kingdoms, continuing to harm good monks and friars, and their crimes are still unknown!"

He looked back at Green on the platform: "I ask you to restore the old laws of King Maegor I, hunt down those sinners with seven-pointed stars tattooed on their foreheads, and offer a reward for their scalps that bring shame to the Church of the Seven Gods!"

hum!
The people around couldn't help but gasp, and some even touched their foreheads.

Seeing Green remained silent, Duke Metz stroked his beard and said, "Archbishop Olido, too cruel means may implicate innocent people."

Archbishop Olido bowed and replied, "Dear Prime Minister, if the evil is not expelled as soon as possible, the people will only suffer greater harm. Good people will be deceived by the devil's words and become their new minions, constantly fueling the flames of evil."

Green's voice came from above: "Archbishop Olido, the crimes of the High Sparrow are known to all the Seven Kingdoms. If you can provide a list of the names of the sparrows, I will grant your petition."

After he finished speaking, many people nodded in agreement. This might avoid a recurrence of the "scalp business" that briefly appeared during the reign of Maegor I.

Rumor has it that many innocent people were tattooed with seven-pointed stars at that time, and then...

Archbishop Olido could not hide his regret on his face. He opened his mouth and said, "As you command, Your Highness the Regent."

"The next one..."

The Chancellor's chant was interrupted by Olidor, who bowed again: "I am very sorry, I ask His Royal Highness the Regent to listen to my other petition."

Green frowned slightly, and after a moment of silence, he raised his hand.

Seeing Green's gesture, the butler took a breath and sang: "The merciful regent listens to the voice of the petitioner——"

"Thank you for your forgiveness."

Archbishop Olido took a step forward, his voice suddenly becoming more urgent: "Your Highness, the Regent, I have received intelligence that the fire of evil is also growing in the north of the Seven Kingdoms!"

He turned to face the crowd behind him and said, "Everyone, Stannis Baratheon is unforgivable. He not only betrayed the kingdom, but also betrayed the Seven Gods!"

He turned to the three ministers sitting on his right, and his voice became louder: "In the past, he smashed the statues of the Seven Gods on Dragonstone and Stormlands, and forced devout believers to convert to the evil false gods from across the sea!"

Oridor turned back to the platform and said, "My Lords, Stannis often burns people alive to satisfy his evil beliefs! Gods, please punish me!"

hum!
As Archbishop Olido accused him, the hall became increasingly noisy. The Imperial Steward immediately picked up a gavel and struck: "Silence! Silence! Silence!"

Just as they were about to quiet down, someone suddenly shouted, "Stannis killed his brother!"

"He killed Renly!"

"Parricide! Parricide! Parricide!"

The crowd raised their arms in anger and shouted, "Parricide! Parricide! Parricide!"

Boom!Boom!Boom!
The Imperial Steward knocked on the wooden board harder, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Olidor shouted: "Your Highness, the Regent! I ask you to deprive Stannis of all his rights, in the presence of the gods in heaven!"

The crowd was still furious. Green raised his hand to calm them down. When the voices gradually died down, he slowly said, "Archbishop Olido, can you guarantee that what you said is true?"

"I, Brother Olidor, swear by the Seven Gods!"

"permit."

"Long live the Regent!" Everyone cheered under the leadership of the Archbishop.

.........

Halfway through the petition, Grand Maester Pycelle slowly stood up, and his action quickly attracted the attention of many people.

"Your Highness, please allow me to petition you."

Green on the podium raised his eyebrows. Although he was a little surprised, he did not stop the old scholar's request.

The old Pycelle came tremblingly to the bottom of the platform. After a long while, until the audience was almost silent, he slowly spoke.

"Your Highness Green, my lords, I have served five kings: Aegon V, Jaehaerys II, Aerys II, Robert I... Joffrey I... and now Tommen I who sits on the Iron Throne..."

He was already in tears: "But, because of my blindness, because of my cowardice and incompetence... I let two bastards sit on the Iron Throne!"

(End of this chapter)