iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 514 The True Dragon of Seagull Town
Green's gaze lingered on the location of Bite Bay for a while, and he said, "Leighton, is there any way to catch up with Lancel before reaching Eastwatch (the port of the Great Wall)?"

On weekdays, Leighton acts in a low profile, seemingly following Green's side inconspicuously, like an ordinary little servant. But in fact, in Green's secret layout, he is the most critical intelligence manager, and most of the secret missions are implemented by him.

Including the expedition led by Lancel and the followers of the Seven Gods.

Although Leighton felt that the lord's previous deployment was thorough enough, he did not raise his doubts: "We know Lancel's route very well. If we send a raven to Seagull Town immediately and arrange a speedboat to chase them at full speed, we will be able to catch up with them if nothing goes wrong."

After a pause, he continued, "Your Highness, you deliberately wanted to catch up with Lancel. I guess you have other instructions?"

The candlelight flickered, and the shadows they cast swayed slightly. Green's voice rang out: "Just in case, I need his sword to be sharper."

.........

At about the same time, hundreds of people rushed out of the Stormland camp outside the King's Gate and headed south. Leading them were twenty-three Stormland lords, their sworn knights, squires, and cavalry.

Rumor has it that during the originally joyful banquet, the good old man, Earl Selwyn Tass, suddenly had a verbal conflict with them, and later... he even joined forces with hundreds of other Storm Lords to forcefully expel these people.

The honor of the nobles was insulted, and in anger they took their men and left the camp overnight.

however.

The next morning, a piece of bad news exploded in King's Landing like thunder - this group of people were attacked by a band of bandits in the Royal Forest. Rumor has it that... the scene was extremely tragic, blood dyed the grass in the forest red, and broken limbs were scattered everywhere, and no one was spared.

Maiden's home.

In the small hall, the morning light is like fine golden sand, gently falling through the colored glass.

Lord Mace Tyrell was pacing back and forth, his hands behind his back and his cheeks puffed out.

"Father."

Prime Minister Mace stopped abruptly when he heard his daughter's clear voice. He turned around and his frown instantly relaxed. He forced a fatherly smile on his face and said in a bright voice, "Good morning, my Margaret! Oh, by the gods, you are getting more beautiful every day. No rose can be as beautiful as you!"

Margaery Tyrell was wearing a low-cut light green dress. The style was simple, but it set off her graceful figure well. Her long light brown curly hair fell on her shoulders, like satin gently caressed by the sunlight.

In the soft morning light, her milky skin glowed with a warm white light, charming and full of the vitality unique to a young girl.

Hearing her father's voice, Margaret couldn't help but chuckle, and when the maid brought the teapot and teacups, she waved her hand gently, signaling the maids to leave, and soon only the father and daughter were left in the small hall.

After they sat down at the small round table, Margaret's watery elk eyes swept across his slightly tired face and said softly, "Father, have you also heard about what happened in the Royal Forest?"

Her daughter's voice was filled with concern and worry, but the content of her words startled Prime Minister Mace slightly.

The political magistrate did whisper this to him during breakfast, but he was so absorbed in the relocation of Flea Bottom at the time that he took the news to heart.

Prime Minister Mace picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, and said, "Did you hear that too?"

Margaery knew her father's temper very well, so she was not surprised to see him like this. She took a sip of her tea, nodded slightly, and whispered, "So many people died overnight, and the place where the incident happened is very close to King's Landing. It is inevitable that it will attract a lot of attention from everyone."

The little rose quietly extended its thorns as a subtle "reminder", but Prime Minister Mace seemed not to notice and waved his hand nonchalantly: "Don't worry, my daughter, once the Royal Guards are formed, those bandits won't dare to be so bold."

Margaret could only smile faintly at Prime Minister Mace's response. Her powerful father was full of energy and had become increasingly impatient in recent days. Moreover... as far as the current situation was concerned, the Rose Family's sphere of influence had not yet extended to the Storm Land, so it was really difficult for them to rashly intervene in the affairs there.

She couldn't help but think back to the happy nights they spent together, his fiery eyes under the moonlight, and his stern look in control under the sun. Which one was the real him?

At this time, Prime Minister Mace rubbed his temples a little irritably, then took out a letter, handed it to Margaret, and sighed, "Lady Olenna has sent a letter."

Margaret's beautiful eyes moved slightly, she glanced at her father who looked slightly painful, then reached out to take the letter, slowly unfolded it, and read it carefully with her eyes lowered.

Prime Minister Mace subconsciously stretched his neck, looked around the empty hall, and lowered his voice and said, "She suspected that Green had secretly controlled the Princess of Dragonstone a long time ago. What he was plotting behind this was by no means a trivial matter, and his ultimate goal was..."

At this point, he quickly glanced around vigilantly and lowered his voice even lower: "…The Iron Throne."

Hearing this, Margaret's fingers trembled while she was reading the letter, and the letter almost slipped.

Prime Minister Mace paid no attention to his daughter's behavior. He scratched his fluffy hair with his big hand and continued, "I really don't know how Lady Olenna figured it out. One is in Westeros, and the other is far away in Essos. How can Green take care of both ends..."

As he spoke, he paused and stood there in a daze. After a moment, he spoke to himself, "Yes, Green told me the day before yesterday that Targaryen would enter King's Landing within a month. How did he find her so quickly?"

Hearing this, Margaret's pupils trembled violently, and her heart seemed to skip a beat: "The day before yesterday?"

"Well, he told me privately the day before yesterday. I was in a hurry to inspect the migration of the flea nests, and then I forgot..."

Margery could no longer hear her father's voice behind her.

His fiancée, the wandering princess he met in Essos...

Margaret suddenly stood up under the Duke of Metz's puzzled gaze.

When you meet her, you will understand...

I need her...

I need her...

I need her...

Green's words echoed repeatedly in her mind. Margaret couldn't help but stagger slightly. She grabbed the edge of the table with one hand in panic. Her fingertips turned white from the force. She barely managed to steady herself.

"My Margaret, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?" Seeing this, Prime Minister Metz's face was full of anxiety, and he hurriedly stood up to support his daughter.

Margaery seemed unable to hear her father's voice. Her empty eyes revealed a trace of panic. She seemed to be muttering to herself: "The Iron Throne...legal..."

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Valley, Seagull Town. The azure sky is as clear as a mirror, without a trace of impurities, like a giant sapphire that has been carefully polished.

"That's it!"

Crunch, Lady Reina took a big bite of the apple, the juice splashed everywhere, chewed a few bites and swallowed it, and continued: "It was there, His Royal Highness the Regent lifted up the challenger with a spear in one hand in front of tens of thousands of people. Oh, we were so excited at that time, the blood in our bodies was like boiling water, and we wanted to rush forward and fight immediately!"

On the fields that slowly spread out like a green carpet, the sun pours down unreservedly, making every inch of land sparkle.

Daenerys Targaryen stood quietly in the middle, wearing black leather armor and a red cloak. Her short silver hair, which seemed to be carefully tempered by the moonlight, was shining with a faint golden light. Her eyes seemed to be dyed with layers of violet petals, the color was rich and pure.

The seagulls in the sky are as white as snow, their wings almost transparent under the dazzling sunlight. They make clear chirps, and flocks of them cut through the sky.

Daenerys tilted her long, white neck back slightly and looked up at the flock of seagulls flapping their wings and flying south.

Behind her was the fearless Barristan, wearing silver armor and a red cloak. Not far away were the five princess guards, also wearing silver armor and red cloaks, with silver hair, skin colors and body shapes, as well as Butler Surana, who had the Kleber dagger on his waist.

In front, Sir Reina pointed in another direction and shouted: "Over there, I stabbed the enemies one after another with my spear. It was then that I realized..."

She patted the weapon hanging at her waist and said, "A mace is more useful than a spear against guys wearing plate armor... cough cough... cough... damn, I almost choked to death!"

Seeing this, Daenerys couldn't help but chuckle. She shook her head helplessly, and then ordered the Princess Guards to deliver a wine bag to Reina.

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She took a step, and Ser Barristan Selmy followed in silence. A light breeze blew, ruffling their hair and their clothes.

Taking a deep breath, Daenerys smelled the salty and wet air and said, "It's hard to imagine that such a beautiful place was once the battlefield of the Battle of the Vale."

Ser Barristan came to stand beside the princess, and his old and steady voice came over: "Yes, Your Highness. Time has a pair of invisible giant hands that can bury all the past. The blood, fighting, and crying are all swept into the torrent of history. This may be the mercy of the gods in heaven."

"Gods..."

After a moment of silence, Daenerys turned her head and saw Barristan looking into the distance with a deep gaze.

She was slightly curious: "What are you thinking about, sir?"

Ser Barristan retracted his gaze, paused, and said, "Tens of thousands of people died here in that battle. If the scholar who recorded the True History did not miss it, I think Regent Green should be the noble who killed the most nobles in history, but..."

Daenerys raised her eyebrows slightly, "But?"

Ser Barristan shrugged. "Many, perhaps most, feel he is a benevolent ruler, not just me. I wonder why."

"Hey!"

As soon as the old knight finished speaking, Sir Reina, who had been quietly hiding behind and "eavesdropping", jumped out and said, "Knight Whitebeard, it is not a good habit to say bad things behind one's back."

“That’s not a bad thing.”

Ser Barristan turned his gaze to Rena, who was holding Daenerys' arm, and added, "The pursuit of justice is a knight's life mission. I intend to consult Steward Green in person on this question."

When he finished speaking, Reina's expression was rather exaggerated: "I thought... I could answer you questions of this magnitude."

Hearing this, Daenerys tilted her head slightly, reached out and touched Reyna's pigtail that was slightly higher than her shoulders, and said gently, "Can you resolve Ser Barristan's doubts?"

"Of course! Princess, although I am not very literate, I understand a lot of principles."

Seeing Ser Reynor puffing up her cheeks like a child, Daenerys couldn't help but smile. She pointed a finger there and said, "Let me hear it."

Seeing the princess and Reina's gazes moving towards him, Ser Barristan moved his lips and nodded slightly.

Reina was finally satisfied. She cleared her throat and said, "The answer to this question is very obvious, because few of the Regent's enemies are still alive, and those who are still alive are those who have received his favor."

After saying that, she immediately looked at the princess, blinked, and looked proud.

Daenerys pursed her lips, patted her with a gentle look, and said, "Very good, you are not only skilled, ser."

Barristan: “…”

"Whitebeard, why don't you say anything? Is what I said wrong?"

Sir Reina came in front of the old knight. She was short in stature, and she raised her head with great effort to stare at him, and she even tiptoed quietly.

Barristan lowered his eyes and looked at her for a while, then sighed and said, "Your answer can only be said to barely fit the current situation in the Vale. However, the Riverlands, the Stormlands, and King's Landing, and perhaps the Westerlands..."

He said with emotion, "Back then, Robert's rebellion was successful because House Deer received full support from House Wolf, House Fish, House Eagle, and House Lion, while Regent King Green only had a Crab Claw Peninsula and he could even be said to have no allies. But now he has become the de facto ruler of the Seven Kingdoms. This miracle cannot be explained simply by 'death to the enemy, grace to the living'."

Sir Reyna muttered: "One Crabclaw Peninsular man can beat ten...men."

Ser Barristan looked at him and smiled gently, saying, "The warriors of Crab Claw Peninsula are indeed excellent. They strictly follow every military order, are brave, and are not afraid of sacrifice. I admit this."

After a pause, he continued, "But it would be more accurate to say that... the same soldiers would become even more courageous if they were under Green Kleber's command."

Reina scratched her forehead with her index finger, then nodded and said, "That's true. I used to go hunting in the mountains and forests with Emparo every day, and we often had to fight with the savages who wanted to steal our prey."

Then, she asked doubtfully, "Don't you already know the answer?"

Ser Barristan shook his head. "I thought that the path that Steward Green would take would be a bloody one. The Seven Kingdoms would be filled with rivers of blood and corpses would be piled under the Iron Throne. Apparently, I was wrong."

Reyna frowned, and Daenerys said, "Sir, do you mean bloodline?"

Barristan nodded: "No need to shed blood, he has cleared the way back home for you, now you just need to enter King's Landing..."

His chest rose and fell slightly. "The rebellion seventeen years ago can now be declared completely over."

He smiled slightly: "You have a sharp gaze, Your Highness."

(End of this chapter)