iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 523 The True Dragon Returns to Its Nest 4
"Your sword may be sharp, but your cakes are very sweet." Princess Arianne smiled, revealing her white and neat teeth. "I heard this in the tavern, my generous highness."

Green seemed to be in a good mood today. He pretended to be relieved and said, "I'm glad you like my cake. It's my honor."

Princess Arianne fixed her eyes upon his smiling ones, raised her glass and took a sip of wine, and said, "This is good news for my father."

Green raised his glass to her gracefully, raised the corners of his lips, and said, "This is all your credit. No one else can deny it."

Without taking her eyes off him, Arianne swirled the glass in her hand, then raised her chin and drank the entire glass in one gulp.

Clang clang——

The wine glass she threw away rolled several times on the stone slab before lying there at an angle. Princess Arianne stood up and approached, her feet slightly raised, and she stretched out her hands to hug Gerry's neck.

Then she frowned slightly and lowered her eyes.

Green sighed, "Arianne, your temptation may shake the solid friendship between you and me."

Princess Arianne straightened her waist, her expression full of the unique temptation of a Dornish woman: "Physical pleasure can also nourish our friendship."

Her voice became hoarse. "Under the Iron Throne, on the royal conference table, what wonderful memories, Lord Green."

After a pause, she blinked one eye and raised the corner of her lips slowly: "If you like excitement, I can call the Sand Snake sisters outside."

Green's voice was a little helpless: "I'm sure Dorne is a good place."

At the same time, a thought flashed through his mind: I've been rolling for so long, can't I just enjoy myself?

Seeing a smile suddenly flash across Green's lips, Arianne blinked her eyes: "Regent, I am now sure that you have no special hobbies. Hehe, um, are your fingers comfortable?"

"Yes, you should have put aside your doubts a long time ago." Green said as he broke free from her embrace.

"Let's stop here today. By the way, I heard Archbishop Olido complain that there are still very few people coming to the Baile Cathedral to pray. Please take some time to take care of those ladies and girls..."

Green's voice gradually faded away, and his back was reflected in Arianne Nymmellos Martell's pupils.

Prince Doran asked her to be a quiet observer, but she couldn't help but wonder how this man would build the "new stage" after the Targaryen return...

A powerful but boring man.

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"Hey hey hey!"

"Hey hey hey!"

Brienne of Tarth, standing outside the door of the Regent's study, looked expressionlessly at the two men who seemed unsteady—Monton and Anguy.

Sir Ange noticed her gaze, coughed lightly, and said in a very low voice: "Find a chance to go together."

Sir Monton grinned naively and nodded silently.

Tap tap tap tap.

The sound of footsteps on stone slabs came from the other end of the corridor. Monton and Ange looked over together. When they saw who was coming, they immediately straightened their chests.

"Sir Mason!"

Sir Mason Baker, a retainer knight of Crabbe's family, was wearing a set of shining silver armor, and the servants following behind him were holding his barrel helmet.

He glanced at them sharply, nodded his chin, and said to Brienne, "I come to see His Royal Highness the Regent."

Brienne nodded slightly, turned around, raised her hand and knocked on the wooden door: "Your Highness, Ser Marsan requests to see you."

After receiving a response from inside, she pushed open the door, threw her cloak embroidered with swamp marigolds, and strode in. "Your Highness Green."

Green, who was sitting slightly sideways on the chair, pointed to another wooden chair next to the fireplace and said, "Please sit down, my loyal knight."

After Sir Mason sat down, he looked up at the narrow window and said, "How are the arrangements going?"

"Everything is ready. Two thousand blue robe cavalrymen have been stationed in the camp outside the old city gate. They can follow you at any time."

Green shifted his gaze to Sir Mason, nodded slightly, and said, "I'll leave this to you, Mason."

Sir Mason touched his chest and said solemnly: "Please rest assured, Your Highness."

Green smiled lightly, then his eyes swept across the retainer knight's head, whose hair was becoming increasingly thinner, and mentioned another topic: "How is Davos's preparation going?"

"I went to see him this morning. They are preparing well. I estimate that we can set sail by tomorrow afternoon at the latest."

Sir Mason hesitated for a moment, then continued, "Do you need me to send more soldiers to Dragonstone? I heard that he is the most cunning pirate in the known world."

"Being cautious is always a good habit."

Green looked at the flickering fire. "But if we prepare too well, he will smell the danger in advance, which will affect our plan."

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After thinking for a moment, he continued, "Let Ange go too. He has experience in squid fishing and he is an excellent fisherman."

Sir Mason stood up. "As you command, take him directly to the dock when I leave."

Green also left his chair. He patted Mason on the shoulder and said, "Thank you for your help. Go and make the arrangements."

After Mason Baker left, Brienne entered the study: "Lord Green, Maegor Tyrell requests an audience."

Green raised his eyebrows slightly, paused, and said, "Please ask her to come in."

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Red Keep, Godswood.

The leaves rustled in the wind, and Green soon spotted Margaery Tyrell sitting alone in the shade of a tree.

Green motioned for Brienne and the others to wait, and then he walked over alone.

The heart tree here is a brown oak without a human face carved on it. Green came to Margaret's side and stopped, following her gaze and looking at it.

After a moment of silence, Margaret's haggard face turned around and said, "Thank you for accepting my invitation, Your Highness the Regent."

Little Rose sat there with her little waist straight. Green glanced at the only chair here and put his hands behind his back.

"I heard you haven't been feeling well lately, Miss Margery."

Hearing this, Little Rose forced a smile and said, "It's my own fault. I found that... I have done a lot of smart things, which makes me regretful and very painful."

The wind blew gently across the grass, causing the long grass blades to dance and ripples to appear.

Green retracted his gaze and looked at her: "It is not a good habit to dwell on painful memories, young lady."

Margery chuckled weakly, "Yes, so I took the liberty of inviting you."

Shaking his cape, Green sat down on the grass: "Do you need me to listen to your story?"

Dark brown eyes met light brown eyes, and after a pause, Margaret smiled and said, "You are always so thoughtful, Your Highness Green Crabbe."

(End of this chapter)