iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 499 New Stage

The sun was like a huge fireball, gradually falling towards the western horizon. Its afterglow dyed the sky into a brilliant sea of ​​fire, and then slowly dimmed, revealing wisps of twilight as light as smoke.

Gou Lane, Martell Mansion.

Princess Arianne stepped out of the carriage, her skirt lifted. Obara Sand and Nymeria Sand, who had been waiting for her, hurried to greet her.

Nymeria looked him over for a moment and couldn't help but smile, "It's rare to see you in a good mood lately, Arianne."

Arianne stretched lazily, curled the corners of her lips slightly, and said, "Yes, this period of time has really exhausted me."

Obara frowned her heroic brows and pointed with her finger: "Your lips look like they have been kissed hard by some passionate guy."

Nymeria chuckled, her laughter was particularly clear and loud in the darkening twilight: "It's almost swollen. Obviously, our princess has made good progress in the Red Keep. Has that man been bewitched by you?"

Arianne shrugged and said as she walked away, "Yes, apparently."

She glared at Nymeria, who was still laughing, in feigned annoyance: "Alright, stop laughing, come with me, I have good news to share with you, my dear sisters."

Bathroom.

After the maid took off Arianne's long skirt and undergarments, she lifted her foot, took a light step, and lay directly into the bathtub. Her long inky black hair instantly spread out in the water like lively seaweed, swaying wildly in the waves.

Her whole body was wrapped in warm water. Arianne closed her eyes slightly, exhaled comfortably, and said, "Apart from the smell of shit and urine that can be smelled everywhere in King's Landing, what I hate most is the heavy and cumbersome court dresses."

Obara and Nymeria came over with the flagon and cup, one standing while the other sat down and leaned against the edge of the tub.

After soaking comfortably for a while, Arianne placed her hands on the edge of the bathtub, exerted a little force, and slowly sat up, her back leaning lightly against the inner wall of the bathtub, her long inky black hair sticking wetly to her large and full breasts.

She casually pushed her cascading hair back, but a few strands of hair still stubbornly stuck to her cheeks: "Looking back, it seems that the Regent was a little too nice to me."

Nymeria shook her long black braid, raised her eyebrows, and said with a hint of teasing, "That's good news. Maybe he is completely bewitched by you, Your Highness?"

Arianne took the silver cup handed to her by Obara Sand. She took a sip of the wine, swirling the tip of her tongue gently in the wine, enjoying the mellow taste spreading in her mouth.

After a pause, she raised a faint smile and said, "Another good news is that our regent is not Renly II?"

Nymeria spread her hands: "I know that as long as he is a normal man, no one can resist the charm of Arianne Martell."

Obara nodded in agreement and said, "That's another piece of good news. Anything else?"

Arianne's clear black and white eyes swept over the Sand Snake sisters, and the smile on her face faded slightly. She said, "The Regent has promised me that he will investigate the crimes of the Lannisters and hand them over to me for disposal."

Nymeria looked at Obara and leaned toward Arianne. Her eyes suddenly lit up with a burning flame. "You mean...the crime of defiling the royal family will be blamed on the entire Lannister family?"

Arianne took a sip of wine gracefully, her lips curled up slightly. "What the Regent really wants to investigate is the felony of the Lannisters rebelling against the Targaryens. They thought they could do whatever they wanted in the game of thrones, but they didn't know that the noose of fate had already been quietly put around their necks."

"Targaryen?!" Obara and Nymeria exclaimed at the same time.

Arianne first briefly described what happened in the Regent's study, and then said, "It is absolutely not enough to punish Baratheon alone. Under my strong insistence, Regent Green has agreed to severely punish Lannister, and I will be responsible for the subsequent trial matters."

Obara's dark hands tightly grasped the edge of the bathtub. She leaned over to look at Arianne, her eyes full of ferocity, as if she wanted to tear all the Lannisters into pieces immediately: "You must take me with you, Your Highness."

Nymeria's voice was full of excitement. "Great! If you can accomplish this, you will become a hero of Dorne. Even Prince Doran will be unable to shake your claim to be the heir of Dorne!"

After a moment of silence, Arianne tilted her head back and drank the wine in the cup, then stood up, the warm water flowing down her curves.

Several maids who were waiting on the side came over immediately, wiped her body gently, and put on a thin white silk dress for her.

Gesturing for the others in the room to leave, Obara and Nymeria came up to Arianne and stared at her.

"I love my father dearly, and I love my brothers, too."

Arianne stretched out her hands and placed them on the shoulders of the two sand snakes. She continued, "But I will never allow anyone to take away my status as heir."

He looked at them one by one again and said, "Perhaps, the greatest gain of my trip to the throne is the trust and support of the Regent. This is like a key to open the door to power, and I have already grasped it tightly."

Obara and Nymeria touched their chests and said in unison: "The Sand Snakes will always be yours. Even if we have to step into the seven layers of hell, we will never retreat, Your Highness!"

.........

"Jaime Lannister... the Kingslayer... well... we can't let him go..."

"………Boo………Leave this matter to me, Your Highness?"

"Hehe... uh... the north is not suitable for you to move around... they will be wary..."

"... Bobo... You seem to have chosen someone?"

“Um…oh…yes…”

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That night.

The petition hall was immersed in gloomy shadows, with only a few torches flickering on the walls.

The hideous shape of the Iron Throne looked even more terrifying in the shadows, like a sleeping beast.

At this time, Margaery Tyrell was standing at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at the Iron Throne high above.

Tap tap tap tap.

The sound of footsteps came closer and closer, and the hem of her skirt swayed gently. Margaret turned back and looked at the person who came.

Then, she performed a very standard skirt-lifting salute and said softly, "Good night, Your Highness the Regent. May your night be as bright as the stars."

So formal?

Green responded gracefully: "Good night, Miss Margaret. May this night also treat you kindly."

The firelight flickered, and Little Rose's light brown hair, braided into a fluffy pigtail, hung in front of her chest, gleaming with a faint golden glow.

She wore a green dress with a low slit neckline and emerald jewelry, exuding the vitality of a young girl.

The corners of Green's lips curved slightly, and the little rose tonight reminded him of the scene when they first met on the River Avenue.

"Thank you for accepting my invitation. I am meeting you tonight on behalf of the Tyrell family, Your Highness." Green nodded slightly, then walked to Margaery's side and stood shoulder to shoulder with her.

He looked towards the hideous-looking Iron Throne: "Well, let's get started."

When Margaret turned around, she glanced at Green, who seemed both familiar and unfamiliar, and also shifted her gaze upwards.

After a moment of silence, she opened her rosy lips and said with a hint of worry in her voice: "My father is very upset. To be more precise, the Tyrell family has realized that our "support" to the royal family has been a complete failure for a long time."

Green moved his fingers behind his back and said slowly, "Perhaps, I think it would be more appropriate to describe it as 'funding' that has not yet ended."

After a pause, he continued, "The Arryns, the Tullys, the Baratheons, the Lannisters... Just think about them, Miss Margaery. They have risen and fallen in the vortex of power, and the Tyrells are destined to be one of the final winners. This is worthy of celebration."

"My father and I are all the more thankful that we have always been friends, and not those pathetic enemies of yours."

Margaery sighed softly, "The Duke of Highgarden is easily impulsive. He loves you and wants to support you at all costs. Of course, as his daughter, I support any decision he makes, no matter what the weather."

Margaery turned to Green and said, "Father told me that you would welcome back the Targaryens. To be honest, I am still shocked by this news."

Her elk eyes stared at Green's face motionlessly, as if she was trying to find the answer from Green's expression: "...Next, how does the Regent hope Tyrell can help?"

"I believe your father would have been one of the greatest prime ministers."

Green also turned to Margaret: "Only if he is willing to sit in that position."

The two looked at each other for a long time. Little Rose blinked slightly and suddenly smiled. Her smile was like a flower that suddenly bloomed: "Isn't the atmosphere tonight a little too...serious, Green?"

Green smiled and said, "I am doing this out of respect. After all, you are the negotiating envoy of the Tyrell family. You come here with the mission and honor of your family."

Margaret shrugged slightly. "Actually, I'm very confused. I feel like I can't breathe. This 'game' is like a fog in which I'm lost."

As she spoke, she put her arms around Green's waist as if seeking comfort, and gently rested her head on Green's chest: "You are the one who surprised me the most, my dear. I really didn't expect that you entered the Red Keep for the justice of the Seven Kingdoms."

Green shook his head. “To be exact, although I harbor hostility towards the usurper, I came to the Red Castle to resolve the predicament of the Crab Claw Peninsula at that time.”

After the words fell, Margaret's low voice came: "I can't even imagine how outstanding your wisdom is. Today I know that you are the real chess player of the Seven Kingdoms, and everyone else is your chess piece."

Seeing that Green didn't respond, Margaret left his chest and looked over.

Green lowered her eyes slightly, and when her eyes met his, her whole body trembled involuntarily.

Green put his arm around Little Rose, paused, and said, "Margaery, don't worry. Crabbe and Tyrell are a solid offensive and defensive alliance."

When she heard about the alliance, Margaret's eyes twitched slightly. She knew her father very well, and sometimes... she had to admit her father's good luck.

Each choice may not be beautiful enough, but at least it will make the Tyrell family stand on the side of the winner.

This time too.

Green is already the biggest victor in the Red Castle, and is destined to be the most powerful duke in the Seven Kingdoms in the future.

If the Targaryen can be successfully welcomed back, and the only heir of the Dragon family is of marriageable age...

Margaret's eyes showed a hint of sadness: "You will propose to her, right?"

Suddenly remembering something, she staggered back a step, and the sadness on her face became even deeper: "She will bring you the legal right to inherit the Iron Throne, King Green, right?"

With tears in her eyes, she said: "For power, for that iron chair, you planned everything carefully and calculated everyone... Woo..."

She looked at him with tears in her eyes: "Including my father, and me, right?"

Green's expression turned serious and he raised his eyebrows slightly.

Little Rose covered her face and suppressed her tears: "On the way here, I was secretly happy. I thought I finally had the chance to marry you..."

Amidst the low sobs, Green suddenly said jokingly: "Robb Stark has fully demonstrated the consequences of breaking an engagement. It was a tragedy, and no one wants to repeat the same mistake."

He stepped forward and gently wiped away Little Rose's tears: "The truth is sometimes not important. The most important thing is the result. I am building a new 'stage' for the Seven Kingdoms, and I have let Tyrell stand there, Miss Margaery Tyrell."

Green sighed a little tiredly: "I have tried my best to avoid more bloodshed in this transfer of power."

Margaret's eyes trembled slightly again, and she threw herself into Green's arms and hugged him tightly.

After a long time, she finally managed to squeeze out a muffled voice: "I have already fallen deeply in love with you. I will not make things difficult for you, my knight. I love you."

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In the northern border, there is a hunter's cabin in the dense forest south of Donghaiwang.

Theon Greyjoy was curled up in a corner and sleeping. A warm and pungent liquid poured on his face, causing him to suddenly open his eyes.

There was rude laughter in his ears and Theon's eyes were full of confusion and astonishment.

The vision gradually became clear, and Theon first saw the ironborn people laughing with their hands on their bellies, and then... a burly man holding up his trousers.

He subconsciously wiped his face with his hand, then sniffed it, and the people around him immediately burst into laughter.

This is………

Theon sniffed again. Urine? Urine?!

Veins popped out on his forehead and he roared, "You damned bastard, I'll kill you!"

Woohoo haha!

Seeing Theon's reaction, the people around him laughed like choked pigs, and they kept slapping their companions with their hands, tears streaming down their faces.

"How dare you insult your prince? I must kill you!"

Theon got up and was about to draw his sword, but at this moment, a dagger flew past his scalp almost by the side, and then pierced deeply into the wooden stake behind him.

"Good day, Prince of Winterfell."

(End of this chapter)