iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 505 Sharing weal and woe
Her lower abdomen slowly contracted, and she, Margaery Tyrell, this delicate little rose, had undisguised admiration in her pool-like eyes.

Her eyes were fixed on him, and the corners of her mouth raised in a shy and sweet smile.

Green felt that the air around him was filled with her deep love and became warm, as if the whole world was left with only him and her... this warm and peaceful place.

The corners of Green's mouth also rose slightly as he watched her walk towards him lightly.

It was not as passionate as in previous night parties. She simply lowered her body in front of him, gently leaned her face on his knees, and her eyes were looking at the warm fire in the fireplace.

She stroked the hem of his robe with one hand and murmured, "I feel at ease with you around, my dear."

Green raised his eyebrows, said nothing, looked at her cascading hair, reached out and stroked it, and the hair slid through his fingertips.

Lord Green is perceptive enough and is becoming more and more familiar with Margaery Tyrell. She seems to be intending to cultivate a "precious" relationship between him and her little by little.

What is her purpose?
While Green was thinking, Margaery's gentle voice came over: "I miss my grandmother so much... and the fields and sea of ​​flowers in Highgarden..."

"Highgarden is indeed beautiful."

Green whispered in response as his hands continued to stroke through her light brown hair, his thoughts drifting elsewhere.

Robert, Renly, Joffrey, Tommen, plus the decision of the Regent and the Small Council to welcome back the Targaryen princess, all this meant that Margaery's path to becoming queen was completely cut off, and she would never get the queen's crown.

After failure and disappointment again and again, has she finally let it go?

So, she decided to settle for the next best thing?

prior to.

When her father became Prime Minister and before Pycelle exposed the problem of the royal bloodline, she took the initiative to end their bedtime bliss with a promise of a bouquet of golden roses (Chapter 492).

She wants to turn back smoothly...

Green couldn't help but smile. She was smart enough, rational enough and strong-willed. If she was the man from the main branch of the Tyrell family, he might not allow the person in front of him to get close to the center of power of the Seven Kingdoms.

For some reason, Green suddenly thought of Willas Tyrell who was far away in Highgarden. His first impression of him was the "kind" demeanor he showed when they met (Chapter 71).

The second time was after he became Regent of the Seven Kingdoms, and he expressed his greetings and congratulations with humble words in a letter.

Just as Green was immersed in his memories, Margaret's voice sounded again: "When I was a child, I loved playing barefoot in the fields, so I often sneaked out of the castle with Meg and Elo to pick..."

"When we first encountered a snake, Ai Luo and I hugged each other and cried in fear, but Mei Ge was very brave..."

"Once, we were having so much fun that we forgot about time, and my father summoned all the knights in the castle to look for us..."

Her face was filled with a happy smile, as if she had returned to that carefree time.

Green chuckled: "The Duke of Metz loves you very much."

"Yes, I love my father very much, too." Margaret turned to look at him and added, "After he presented the three of us 'captives' to our grandmother, he was reprimanded."

She paused for a moment before continuing, "I overheard this by accident. I didn't hear much, but it was probably...blaming the father for making too much of a fuss in his search for his daughter."

Green's mouth curled up: "What about the second time?"

Hearing this, Margaret's cheeks flushed slightly: "Later, we couldn't help but sneak out again, and once again forgot the time. Well, we had so much fun playing in the creek that time."

She couldn't help laughing: "As a result, my father was once again dragged to the study room by my grandmother alone."

Her little face was filled with sweet memories: "I felt very guilty, but my father never blamed me. He just told me to bring Garlan or...Loras to play with me next time."

Green's lips curled up into a gentle smile and said, "Margaret, your childhood sounds like it was full of joy and fun."

After a pause, Little Rose tilted her head slightly, with curiosity glittering in her eyes: "Dear, what about your childhood? I seem to have rarely heard you talk about your childhood stories."

"Studying and practicing swordsmanship are a cycle that I repeat almost every day." Green shrugged and added, "Kleber's situation is quite special. A dozen tribesmen closely guard me every day. I only sneaked out to hunt once, and I got lost."

Little Rose tried hard to hold back her laughter and said, "Are the consequences a bit serious?"

Green shrugged again: "The next day I found that the number of soldiers guarding me had doubled."

Margaret chuckled: "I think this is a good idea. Your mother is very wise."

"I have to express my sympathy in advance for your future child."

After the words fell, Margaery laughed even louder, and then she suddenly looked directly into Green's eyes: "How to teach children to grow up well... is one of the necessary lessons for women in the Tyrell family. This is a tradition passed down by the Tyrell family."

After a pause, she recalled a little, frowning slightly: "Looking back, when I was a child, I was also filled with endless classes every day. Also, I remember that when I was five years old, I began to learn from my grandmother how to help my future husband govern the territory..."

"Hehe, to be honest, I didn't really understand the difference between men and women at that time, um..."

She stood up and looked at him, blinking: "...I seem to have almost forgotten the pain I experienced in my childhood?"

Little Rose was gradually hinting to Green that she would be a good wife for a nobleman. At this time, he also confirmed her new goal - the mistress of Crab Claw Peninsula, Valley and Riverlands.

"It's clear that your family fills your life with such sweet love."

After saying that, Green stretched out a hand towards him. Margaret rubbed it, smiled, and then slowly placed her hand on top of his palm.

Looking at Little Rose who was sitting slightly sideways on his lap, Green looked at her for a while and said, "The first time we met, until we were forced to go out to sea by the usurpers, every quiet night..."

He squeezed her soft little hand and said, "I regretted or was impulsive before, and I didn't carry you away at that time."

Little Rose raised her beautiful eyebrows: "Carry it away?" Green smiled and did not explain, but continued: "Because you are the daughter of the Duke, and the light of Highgarden of the Tyrell family, and I am just a small lord from Crab Claw Peninsula."

He joked: "I even thought about resisting the siege of the entire Seven Kingdoms on the Crab Claw Peninsula. Fortunately, I am a rational 'little savage'."

Margery was still listening with a gentle expression, but... the fingers of her other hand were slightly bent.

"Later, I met my current fiancée on the continent across the strait..."

Hearing this, Margaret stared at him with her moist elk eyes and interrupted softly: "Do you love her very much?"

Green did not avoid Little Rose's sad gaze. He tapped his chin lightly, then leaned forward slightly, took her hand, and gave a gentle kiss on the back of her hand.

"If there is a chance in the future... I think there will be a chance. When you meet her, you will understand..."

After she finished speaking, she turned her little face to the other side, gently brushed her eyes with her fingers, and said with a slight sob: "Is she beautiful?"

"I think you three are the most fascinating women in the Seven Kingdoms."

Hearing Green's answer, Margaret glanced at him, sniffed softly, and whispered, "Three?"

Green spread his hands. "Although Cersei's behavior is a little...peculiar, no one can deny her beauty."

Little Rose pursed her lips, while Green murmured slightly: "I love her, but I also need her. This is undeniable."

The Wandering Princess I Met in Essos (Chapter 234)…

When you meet her, you will understand...

I need her...

Margaret's eyes suddenly moved, and she felt as if she had caught something key, which was extremely important to her!

The sharp Lord Green interrupted her flash of inspiration and said, "I will stick the Crow's Eye's head on the gate of King's Landing as soon as possible, for you and for the Crabbe-Tyrell Alliance."

Margaret couldn't help but frown, and then she was attracted by the promise made by Green.

She paused for a moment, and turned her little face with slightly red eyes to him: "Do you have a plan?"

Green nodded and said, "For the rest, let's pray for the blessings of the Seven Gods."

Little Rose stared at Green's deep brown eyes for a while, then suddenly asked, "How can I thank you?"

Green leaned back in his chair, spread his hands casually, and said with a smile on his face, "No need to thank me. Crabbe and Tyrell have already shared the same honor and disgrace."

Little Rose's smile faded slightly. She looked Green up and down and said, "Although I am grateful, I don't know why I feel a little angry tonight."

Green looked puzzled. He paused and said, "Angry? Well, if you think..."

Before he could finish, Little Rose kicked off her sandals, climbed onto the chair barefoot, and sat directly into Green's arms.

Face to face, their noses touched lightly, and Marigold's ears were filled with the sound of Little Rose's increasingly rapid breathing.

"My dear, I have long been in love with you, too."

Whispering hoarsely, she threw her arms around his neck, her kiss more passionately than before, even a little crazy.

Lip points.

Then, Rose put one hand on Marigold's shoulder and stood up slightly.

"Don't even think about sleeping tonight..."

She held him tightly with both hands and murmured...

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The long night is coming, and I will start watching from now on until I die.

I will not take a wife, acquire lands, or have children.

I will not wear a crown, nor seek honor.

I will perform my duty faithfully, live and die by it.

I am the sword in the darkness, the guard on the Great Wall.

I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that protects the realm.

I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come.

At the Black Castle on the Wall, people were reciting the ancient, solemn and dignified oath of the Night's Watch in unison. The short Tyrion knelt on one knee among the crowd. His unique figure seemed somewhat out of place among the tall Night's Watchmen.

Looking up at the towering heart tree and the people around him, Tyrion opened and closed his mouth, but no sound came out.

(End of this chapter)