The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Green's eyes stayed on the position of Biting Bay for a while and said: "Leiden, is there any way to catch up with Lancel before arriving at Eastwatch (the port of the Great Wall)?"

On weekdays, Layton keeps a low profile, seemingly following Green inconspicuously, like an ordinary little attendant, but in fact, in Green's secret layout, he is the most critical intelligence manager, responsible for most secret missions. It is all implemented by him.

Including, Lancel led the followers of the Seven Gods on an expedition.

Although Leiden felt that the lord's previous deployment was thorough enough, he did not raise his doubts: "We, you, know very well the route of Lancel and his party. If you send a messenger crow to Seagull Town immediately, then arrange a fast ship at full speed from there. Chase, if nothing happens, we can catch up with them. "

After a pause, he continued: "Your Highness, you specifically want to catch up with Lancel. You must have other orders?"

The candlelight flickered, and the black shadows they projected swayed slightly, and Green's voice sounded: "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. At the head of them were twenty-three Stormland lords, as well as their sworn knights, retainers and cavalry.

Rumor has it that during the originally pleasant banquet, the good old Earl Selwyn Tarth suddenly had a verbal conflict with them. Later... he even united with hundreds of other Stormland lords to forcefully expel these people. .

The honor of the nobles was insulted. In anger, they took their own troops and angrily left the camp overnight.

However.

Early the next morning, a piece of bad news exploded like thunder in King's Landing - these people were attacked by a gang of bandits in the Kingswood. Rumor has it... that the scene was extremely tragic, with blood staining the grass in the forest and broken limbs. The arms 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.

Duke Mace Tyrell was pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back and bulging cheeks.

"Father."

Hearing his daughter's crisp calling voice, Prime Minister Metz suddenly stopped and turned around to look. His frown instantly relaxed, an old father's smile appeared on his face, and he said in a hearty voice: "Good morning, My Margery! Oh, God, you are becoming more beautiful every day. No rose can be as beautiful as you!"

Margaery Tyrell wore a low-necked light green dress. The style was simple, but it perfectly set off her graceful figure. Her long light brown curly hair fell on her shoulders, as if gently illuminated by the sun. Caressed satin.

Under the soft morning light, her milk-like skin glowed with a warm white light, charming and exuding the unique vitality of a young girl.

Hearing her father's voice, Margery couldn't help but chuckle. When the maid brought the teapot and teacup, she gently waved her hand to signal the maids to leave. Soon, only the father and daughter were left in the small hall.

After they sat down at the small round table, Margaery's watery elk eyes glanced at his tired face and said softly: "Father, have you also heard what happened in the royal forest?"

The daughter's voice was full of care and worry, but the content of her words made Prime Minister Metz slightly startled.

During breakfast, the Administrative Officer did whisper the news in his ear, but at that time he was thinking about the migration of Flea Bottom and did not take the news to his heart at all.

Prime Minister Metz 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 black tea, nodded slightly, and whispered softly: "So many people died overnight, and the place where the incident happened is very close to King's Landing. It will inevitably attract a lot of attention from everyone.”

The little rose quietly stretched out its sharp thorns to "remind" tactfully, but Prime Minister Metz seemed unaware and waved his hand nonchalantly: "Don't worry, my daughter, when the Royal Forest Guards are formed, those bandits will not dare to do that. Be bold."

Regarding Prime Minister Metz's response, Margery could only smile lightly. Her father, who held great power, was very energetic and had become increasingly impatient in recent days. Moreover... As far as the current situation is concerned, the Rose family's sphere of influence has not yet been extended. When it comes to the Storm Land, it is really difficult to rashly intervene in the affairs there.

She couldn't help but think back to those happy nights they spent together, his fiery eyes under the moonlight, and the coldness that controlled the situation under the sun. Which one was the real him?

At this time, Prime Minister Metz rubbed his temples slightly irritably, then took out a letter, handed it to Margaery, and sighed: "There is a letter from Mrs. Olenna."

Margery's beautiful eyes moved slightly, and she looked at her father who looked slightly pained. She reached out to take the letter, slowly opened it, and lowered her eyes to read it carefully.

Prime Minister Mace subconsciously stretched his neck, looked around the empty hall, and lowered his voice: "She suspected that Greene had secretly controlled the Princess of Dragonstone a long time ago. The plan behind it was by no means trivial, and his ultimate goal was... …”

Having said this, he quickly and vigilantly scanned the surroundings and lowered his voice: "...Iron Throne."

Hearing this, Margery's fingers trembled as she was reading the letter, and the letter paper almost slipped.

However, Prime Minister Mace did not notice the strangeness of his daughter at all. He scratched his fluffy hair with his big hand and continued: "I don't know how Lady Olenna figured it out. One is in Westeros and the other is far away in Er. Sissos, how could Green possibly take care of both ends..."

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

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

"Well, the day before yesterday, he told me alone. I was in a hurry to inspect the migration situation of the flea nest, but then I forgot..."

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

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

Margaery suddenly stood up under the doubtful gaze of the Duke of Metz.

When you meet her, you will understand...

I need her...

I need her...

I need her...

Green's words echoed repeatedly in her mind, and Margaery couldn't help but stumble slightly. She grabbed the edge of the table with one hand in panic, her fingertips turned white from the exertion, and she managed to steady herself.

"My Margery, what's wrong with you, are you okay?" Seeing this, Prime Minister Metz looked anxious and hurriedly stood up to help his daughter.

Margaery seemed unable to hear her father's voice, and her empty eyes showed a hint of panic. She seemed to be muttering to herself: "Iron Throne... Legal principles..."

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Valley, Seagull Town.

The azure sky is as clear as water, without a trace of impurities, like a huge sapphire that has been carefully polished.

"That's it!"

Click, Sir Lena took a big bite of the apple, and the juice splashed everywhere. She chewed a few mouthfuls and swallowed, and continued: "There, in front of tens of thousands of people, His Royal Highness the Regent raised the challenger with one hand with a spear, oh , We were so excited at the time that the blood in our bodies was like boiling water, and we wanted to rush forward and fight immediately! "

Above the fields that spread slowly like a green carpet, the sun poured down unreservedly, making every inch of the land shine.

Daenerys Targary stood quietly among them, wearing black leather armor and a red cloak. Her short silver hair seemed to have been carefully tempered by the moonlight, shimmering with a faint golden light, and her eyes seemed to have been dipped in layers of violet petals. Like, rich and pure color.

The seagulls in the sky were as white as snow, their wings almost transparent in the dazzling sunlight, and they chirped crisply, swarming across the sky.

Daenerys' slender white neck was slightly tilted back, looking up at the group of seagulls that were fluttering their wings and flying south.

Behind her is the fearless Barristan in silver armor and red cloak. Not far away are five princess guards with the same silver armor and red cloak, silver hair, different skin colors and figures, and waist-banded guards. Sulana's butler holding a Kleb dagger.

In front, Sir Lena pointed in the other direction and said loudly: "Over there, I stabbed one enemy after another with my spear... It was only then that I discovered..."

She patted the weapon hanging on her waist: "To deal with guys wearing plate armor, maces are better than spears...cough cough...cough...damn, you almost choked me to death!"

Seeing this, Daenerys couldn't help but cover her lips and chuckle. She shook her head helplessly, and then ordered the princess iron guard to send the wine bag to Reina.

She took a step forward, and Ser Barristan Selmy followed silently. The breeze blew, ruffling their hair and clothes.

Taking a breath, Daenerys smelled the salty and wet breath and said, "It's hard to imagine that such a beautiful place was once the battlefield of the battle in the valley."

Sir Barristan came to stand next to the princess, and an 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, crying, all They are all involved in 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 looked over. Barristan was looking deeply into the distance.

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

Sir Barristan looked away, paused, and said: "Tens of thousands of people died here in that battle. If the bachelor 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: "Not just me, many people, or most people think he is a benevolent ruler. I wonder why."

"Hey!"

As soon as the old knight finished speaking, Sir Reina, who had been quietly "eavesdropping" in the back, jumped out: "Whitebeard Knight, it is not a good habit to say bad things behind your back."

"That's not a bad thing."

Sir Barristan's eyes moved to Reyna, who was holding Daenerys's arm, and added: "The pursuit of justice is the lifelong mission of a knight. I plan to ask Regent Green about this issue in person."

After his words fell, Reina's expression became more exaggerated: "I thought...I could answer you for a question of this level."

Upon hearing this, Daenerys tilted her head slightly, reached out and touched Rena's braid that was slightly higher than her shoulders, and said warmly: "Can you clear Ser Barristan's doubts?"

"Of course! Your Highness, although I don't know much about literacy, I know a lot of truths."

Seeing Sir Lena puffing up her cheeks like a child, Daenerys couldn't help but smile. She stretched out a finger and pointed there, saying, "Let me listen."

Seeing the princess and Rena's eyes moving together, Sir Barristan moved his lips and nodded slightly.

Reina was finally satisfied. She cleared her throat and said, "The answer to this question is not obvious, because there are not many enemies of the Regent alive, and those who are 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 gently with her eyes, and said, "Very good, you are not only outstanding in skill, sir."

Barristan: "..."

"Whitebeard, why don't you speak? Am I right?"

Sir Reyna came to the old knight. She, short in stature, stared at him with her head raised and quietly stood on tiptoes.

After looking down at her for a while, the fearless Barristan sighed: "Your answer can only be said to be barely consistent with the current situation in the valley. However, the riverlands, stormlands, and King's Landing may also need to be added. Western Territory……”

His tone was filled with emotion: "The reason why Robert's rebellion was successful back then was because the Deer family received full support from the Wolf family, the Fish family, the Eagle family, and the Lion family, while Regent Green only had one Crab Claw Peninsula. , it can even be said that he has no allies, but now he has become the actual ruler of the Seven Kingdoms. How can this miracle be explained by a simple "death to the enemy, favor to the living".

Sir Raina grunted: "One Crab Claw Peninsular can fight ten... people."

Sir Barristan looked at him and smiled gently, and said: "The soldiers of Crab Claw Peninsula are indeed excellent. They strictly implement every military order, are brave, and are not afraid of sacrifice. I admit these."

After a pause, he continued: "But what is more accurate is... the same soldiers will become more brave if they are under the command of Green Kleb."

Reina scratched her forehead with her index finger, then nodded and said, "It's true. I used to follow Empa Ruo to hunt in the mountains and forests every day, and I often had to fight with the savages who stole the prey."

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

Ser Barristan shook his head: "I originally thought that the path Prince Green took would be a bloody road. The blood of the Seven Kingdoms would flow into rivers, and the bones would be piled under the Iron Throne. Obviously, I guessed wrong."

Reyna frowned, and Daenerys said: "Sir, are you referring to blood?"

Barristan nodded: "There is no need to bleed any more. He has cleared the way back to your nest for you. Now you only need to enter King's Landing..."

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

He smiled slightly: "Your eyes are as bright as a torch, Your Highness Princess."