The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

The morning light first appeared, and the soft light was like a layer of gauze, gently covering the bed, and Daenerys slowly woke up.

She subconsciously reached out and touched the empty side. The familiar warmth had dissipated, and her fingertips only touched a slight coolness.

Then, she slowly opened her eyes, with some sleepiness still remaining in her eyes, as hazy as if they were shrouded in morning mist.

"Good day, Your Highness."

Not long after Daenerys woke up, Butler Sulana came in as usual, with light and quick steps and several maids in blue dresses. They held exquisite copper basins and soft towels in their hands. Waiting for the princess to wash and change clothes in a well-trained manner.

Daenerys walked to the beautifully carved dressing table, sat down slowly, and her eyes fell on herself in the mirror.

The morning light danced on the mirror, reflecting Daenerys's beautiful and slightly tired face. She turned her head slightly, looked around carefully, and asked softly: "Where did Green go?"

Sulana turned slightly sideways, motioned the maids to face Her Royal Highness the Princess, and displayed the gorgeous jewelry inlaid with various bright gems and carved with complicated patterns in front of Daenerys.

Displaying all kinds of gorgeous jewelry, he said: "He should be at the competition ground at the moment, watching the horse racing competition organized by the young people themselves."

Daenerys was slightly surprised: "So early?"

Surana shrugged: "His Royal Highness the Regent told them: the early bird gets food."

Hearing this, Daenerys couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth slightly, breaking out into a faint smile, like the first flower blooming in spring.

Her eyes wandered among the jewelry, and finally landed on a purple gemstone necklace and earrings. She reached out and gently picked it up, compared it with the mirror, and said, "His mottos are always so inspiring."

Surana pursed her lips: "Yes, he is a natural leader."

As she spoke, she picked up another purple gemstone jewelry, walked behind Daenerys, stopped the jewelry in front of Daenerys' collarbone, tilted her head slightly, and looked through the mirror, her eyes full of She is focused and seems to be striving to create the most perfect dress for the princess.

Daenerys looked at herself in the mirror and felt that something was missing. After a moment, she pointed to one and said, "Please try that one."

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The sun shines on the dining table filled with delicious food, and the light and shadow are mottled. Daenerys has finished her breakfast and is gently wiping the corners of her mouth. At this time, there is a steady sound of footsteps approaching from far away.

The visitor was Ser Barristan Selmy, who came to see him.

Daenerys put down the towel in her hand, her eyes fell on Barristan, and she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows slightly.

Today, Ser Barristan seems to have a new look. The long beard of the past is gone and has been shaved cleanly, revealing his strong jawline.

His snow-like white hair was also neatly styled, and there were a pair of blue eyes that exuded sadness... Although the years had carved deep and shallow marks on Ser Barristan's face, he He is still handsome and elegant, showing the demeanor of a knight in every gesture.

Looking at Sir looking like this, Daenerys' lips curved slightly: "Sir, you are very charming today."

When Ser Barristan heard this, a kind smile broke out on his face, his smile was like the warm sunshine in winter.

He bowed slightly and said in a humble and gentle tone: "Thank you for your compliment, Your Highness Daenerys. If you allow it, please allow me, an old knight, to invite you for a walk."

Daenerys' purple eyes moved slightly, and she pursed her lips and smiled: "Of course, this is also my honor, sir."

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The morning fog has not completely dissipated and is still lingering over the camp. The wisps of fog are shining with tiny rays of light under the rising sun.

Daenerys and Barristan were walking on the grass in the camp, and the grass blades under their feet were covered with crystal dew, which rolled down like fine pearls under the touch of their footsteps.

"Your Highness the Princess."

Barristan's old and deep voice had a different kind of solemnity. He called out first, then a hesitant look flashed across his deep eyes, and then he slowly said: "Regent Green invited me to come again. Become Captain of the Kingsguard."

His voice trembled slightly, as if this simple sentence contained too many complex and deep emotions.

Daenerys heard this and nodded slightly. She walked with graceful steps and said: "Green mentioned this to me. I think it is a good thing. Fearless Barristan, you are famous in the Seven Kingdoms." Knight, and once my father's Kingsguard, there is no one more qualified for this position than you."

Her words were sincere, and her tone was full of respect and trust for the old knight. However... Barristan seemed to be locked by an invisible shackle, and he was silent for a long time.

Then, he slowly stopped and stood with his tall body, a look of deep pain on his face: "If I kneel down to Robert...the Seizer, I will lose the qualification to wear a white robe. , my princess, it is my greatest blessing to allow me to protect you.”

Daenerys looked at him quietly: "Did you answer Green in the same way? What did he say?"

Barristan paused again. After a moment, Barristan replied with a bitter look on his face: "The Regent said that I am not qualified to refuse his invitation. He told me that I will devote my life to you until I swallow my last breath." tone, or dying for you, will be the end of my road to atonement..."

As he spoke, he reluctantly twitched his lips: "...He also said that in a situation where defeat is certain, only the stubborn Crab Claw Peninsula people will kill until there is only one pregnant woman left."

Daenerys looked into the distance, her violet eyes seeming to see the bloody and tragic past through the morning mist: "That woman was a great mother, and the child she raised was born seventeen years later. Not only did he avenge the Crab Claw Peninsula, but he also overthrew the Reaver dynasty."

She turned to look at the old knight who still had a tangled look on his face, and said, "I hope you accept this invitation, Sir. You don't want to reject Green's and me's kindness at the same time, right?"

"But………"

"Sir, there is no but." As soon as Barristan spoke, he was interrupted by Daenerys's voice. Her plumpness rose and fell slowly, and she was a little excited. She stared at him closely, "The fire of hatred will only Bringing endless bloodshed, generation after generation... I hope that the seven countries will soon settle down and get rid of the pain, so that the people of the seven countries who have suffered from war can happily dine with their families in front of the warm fireplace every day."

She took a breath: "My brother, Viserys, swore to hang all betrayers. Until his death, he still lived in painful hatred... I, the night the storm was born, my mother passed away, All my family memories come from my brother.”

Her memory of Viserys, apart from her love as a child, was only the beatings he received when he burst into the wrath of the sleeping dragon...

The painful whirlpool of memories made Daenerys's eyes dim a little: "Before I met Green, compared to the pain I suffered, what made me most desperate was that I was like a piece of cargo that could be manipulated by others. In order to be exchanged, I didn’t even dare to have the thought of resisting, and I was almost...sold to the barbarians of Essos."

"Your Highness the Princess..." The old knight opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but his throat was choked by the huge emotion. He slowly knelt down towards the princess and lowered his face full of guilt and emotion.

"Rise, faithful Barristan Selmy."

Daenerys sighed softly and calmed down her emotions. When Barristan stood up slightly tremblingly, the smile she forced on her face could not hide the sadness in her eyes: "Green has done enough for me. Now, I will try my best to forget the hatred and maintain the peace of the kingdom. It is my responsibility and obligation as a descendant of Targaryen."

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Speaking of this, the princess's expression gradually became gentle: "From the time you came to Mermaid Harbor after life and death and met me again (Chapter 275), I have forgiven you. So, good sir, please hold up your arms. Put your head back on the white robe of honor.”

"Your Highness the Princess..." White Knight Barristan knelt down on one knee devoutly towards the real dragon, held his sword solemnly in both hands, and slowly placed it in front of her feet. The sword shone in the morning light, It seems to be telling the story of this rediscovered loyalty and glory.

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Sow's Corner, the jousting ground.

The small horse race ended, and the trainee knights in the valley won the victory without any suspense with their superb riding skills.

Although the game has ended, the enthusiasm of everyone has not diminished at all, and the atmosphere is still very warm and extraordinary.

Under the loud suggestions of several trainee knights from the Crab Claw Peninsula, everyone moved a thick and strong oak barrel and placed it firmly in the center of the field, and an arm wrestling competition began.

They gathered around the oak barrels, shouting and cheering one after another, as if they were going to overturn the sky.

Sitting on the high platform, Lord Greene looked at the cheering people below with interest. He couldn't help but sigh at the young people... Well, he suddenly remembered that he was only eighteen years old, and he was also one of the young people.

The arm-wrestling competition became more and more intense. They all gritted their teeth, veins popped out on their foreheads, and the muscles in their arms were as tight as iron ropes.

Just when everyone thought that this time the champion would be born among the trainee knights of the Crab Claw Peninsula, something unexpected... A servant from the river who was shaped like an iron tower defeated the Crab Claw Peninsula one by one with his amazing wrist strength. All challengers won the final victory.

The atmosphere was a little subtle. Lord Green gently encouraged the servant from the river and rewarded him with a bag of heavy golden dragons.

At his signal, everyone began to disperse with satisfaction, and went to the camp to have a meal, or returned to their residences to dress up carefully and make thorough preparations for the more grand martial arts competition to come.

Green also went to the camp behind, and Ser Brienne, with the help of a young squire born in the stormlands, dressed him in golden armor.

Brienne moved skillfully. She first held up the breastplate, helped Green put it on securely, carefully adjusted the position to ensure it fit comfortably, and then put on the shoulder armor, arm armor, etc. for him in turn.

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Just as Brienne put the cloak embroidered with swamp marigolds on Green's shoulders, a guard in blue robes hurried into the tent, holding a secret message in his hand.

Seeing Brienne stop what she was doing, Lord Green waved his hand slightly to signal her to continue. Then he glanced at the intact sealing wax on the letter, then opened it and read it.

Although Kevan has passed away, the high reward (Chapter 379) regarding the whereabouts of Euron Greyjoy that he issued in the name of the Royal Council has not been revoked.

The Lys pirates who have been operating in the waters east of the Stormlands recently, with some luck, were lucky enough to discover the iron fleet sailing north.

Green moved his feet and came to the long table covered with a map of the Seven Kingdoms.

His sight quickly locked onto the sea east of Tarth Island, then slowly moved north, passing Marseille Cape and the Point, passing through the Throat, and finally settled on the location of Dragonstone Island.

Green's fingers tapped on the table one by one, the rhythm sometimes slow and sometimes fast... The dragon's horn and the two legitimate heirs of Balon Greyjoy, plus the "Targaryen Princess", the cunning pirate seemed to have finally taken the bait.