iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 502 Bread
The loyal subjects of the Dragon family, who had been loyal but had to endure humiliation under the Baratheon dynasty, raised their glasses and said, "Cheers, Targaryen."

Everyone looked at each other, their eyes filled with relief and emotion, as if they were silently lamenting the difficulty of correcting wrongs.

Only Princess Arianne watched the performance of these Red Castle ministers with disdain in her heart and rolled her eyes secretly.

In her eyes, these people were nothing but Baratheon's lackeys, but now they suddenly transformed themselves and pretended to be "dragon party members", which was extremely hypocritical.

Ta-da, Green came to her side, raised his glass, and said with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work recently."

Arianne instantly put on a charming smile, like a blooming flower, and a hint of pride passed across her lips: "I will do better."

"Of course, I never doubted that."

Green slightly shook the wine glass in his hand, and the wine in the glass sparkled charmingly under the candlelight.

His eyes slowly swept over the people who were whispering to each other, and suddenly asked, "Not used to it?"

Looking at him, Arianne moved her red lips. In her opinion... those people were not worthy of standing here at all. Their loyalty was so cheap and hypocritical.

However, she resisted the urge to make some sarcastic remarks, and just shrugged and replied, "I'll get used to it soon."

Green's eyes seemed to have seen through her thoughts. He said, "The sharper the sword in our hands, the more mercy we should show. It is also our responsibility to comfort people's hearts."

He looked at her: "Arianne Nymmellos Martell, build an iron kingdom..."

He raised his glass gently and smiled at her. His voice was gentle but full of power: "…This is our real responsibility."

Arianne's beautiful eyes couldn't help but widen slightly. Including this time, she couldn't remember how many times she had been moved by the kingly demeanor of the man in front of her.

She felt that Green was even more charismatic as a ruler than her father was before he succumbed to Baratheon...

Arianne secretly clenched the cup of the wine in her hand. The only thing she was dissatisfied with him was... when he looked at her, it was more like looking at a brother who fought side by side.

Yes, that was exactly how she felt.

Although he had proved his personal preferences to her, she still occasionally wondered if he was hiding something special...

Except for Renly, who has special preferences, which man can resist her charm?
Her breasts rose and fell slightly, and Arianne tried to hide her inner turmoil. She smiled at Green and said, "I am happy to serve you, Your Highness the Regent."

Not far away, seeing Green and Arianne chatting happily, Prime Minister Mace couldn't help but move his feet... and squeezed in.

Prime Minister Mace's voice was the first to come over: "Respect, Targaryen's most loyal minister, His Highness Green." As he spoke, he came in front of Green and used his burly and slightly fat body to intentionally or unintentionally block the figure of the Dornish woman.

Green smiled and raised his glass, saying, "Everyone knows that you are the only loyal minister of the Long family who defeated Robert's army in that war."

Prime Minister Mace stroked his beard, unable to hide the smug look on his face.

The war artist sighed regretfully: "What a pity, he escaped, otherwise..."

Arianne curled her lips, took a few steps with graceful steps, came to them, and sighed, "What a pity, you failed to capture Storm's End twice. I feel sorry for you, Prime Minister."

Storm's End...

The Duke of Metz's smile froze for a moment. Thinking that Stormland would soon be incorporated into the royal territory, that castle seemed to be his eternal regret...

Arianne's eyes left the inflatable fish and moved to Green. She said, "Your Highness, when the news of the Battle of the Vale came, I remember that every inch of Dorne burst into cheers, and every Dornishman was talking about your great achievements. That feast... Until now, I still remember it vividly."

"And now..." As she spoke, Arianne stretched out a hand and placed it on Green's arm.

Her fingers caressed him gently and she continued, "...I have already regarded you as my own king in private."

Green spread his hands and smiled. "It is such an honor, Arianne."

On the side, the elegant Duke of Highgarden glared at Martell, who always made him angry, with unbearable anger.

Just as the Duke of Inflatable Fish was considering whether to teach Martell a lesson regardless of his status, Green's voice came over: "Prime Minister Mace, I just received news that Earl Tarth (Brienne's father) and some lords of the former Stormlands will arrive in King's Landing in three days at most. When the time comes, I hope you and Princess Arianne will come with me to meet them."

He smiled and said, "After all, they are also our guests who came from afar."

Mace Tyrell came back to his senses, nodded, and said, "Shall we hold a banquet for them in the Red Keep?"

Green shook the wine glass in his hand slightly and said, "It is said that on their way to King's Landing, they accidentally heard the news that the Red Castle was about to welcome the Princess of Dragonstone back. They felt extremely uneasy. Some of them even thought of returning directly to their own fiefdoms."

The Duke of Metz was somewhat puzzled and asked, "Go back? What can they do if they go back? Do they dare to openly defy the decision of the Imperial Council?"

Arianne said disdainfully, "Hmph, that land is filled with dullards."

(End of this chapter)