The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Princess Arianne's pupils shrank. Although the information about the tragic defeat of Redwyne's fleet was shocking enough, for her at this moment, Prince Doran's autograph letter was more uniquely "attractive".

She never forgot that deep down in her father's heart he preferred her brother to inherit Dorne...

Princess Arianne's fingers subconsciously pinched the hem of her skirt. She glanced at the letter in Green's hand seemingly casually and said with a smile, "Can I read it?"

Green's eyes fell on her, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, forming a smile, and said: "Of course, after all, we are our own people."

"Okay, as you command, my Lord Regent."

Princess Arianne seemed helpless and slightly shrugged her shoulders. As she spoke, she stood up from the chair, and then sat directly into Green's arms with a light body.

She turned her face sideways and gave him a charming smile, one hand wrapped around his neck like a vine, and the other hand naturally reached out to take the letter.

Princess Arianne's big black eyes quickly read the contents of the letter. After a pause, her eyes moved to Green, and she said slightly suspiciously: "It seems to be a normal greeting and blessing from my father?"

Green patted her back, staggered his body, and asked her to sit down. He left the chair, stood in front of the small round table, and reached out to pick up the golden wine glass.

"When he wrote the letter, he probably had just learned that I had become the regent of the Seven Kingdoms. Judging from the time..."

Green thought for a moment and then said: "It will only be in the past two days that he will know about Lannister's crime of tarnishing the Baratheon bloodline. Well, I guessed it based on the speed of the messenger crow."

"uh-huh."

Arianne imitated Green's previous actions and raised the letter in her hand, raised her eyebrows, and said, "Are you sure that this letter... I must read?"

Green, who was pacing, paused and looked at her with a pair of brown eyes: "Your focus should not just be on what Prince Doran wrote, but on what he didn't say. There are often things hidden under the seemingly calm lake of words. With the undercurrent surging.”

Green gently shook the wine glass in his hand, and the red wine slowly swayed in the wall of the glass, causing ripples.

He pretended to have a headache and said: "Your father seems to prefer to use more 'euphemistic' expressions. Read again... When Prince Daolang congratulated me on becoming the regent, he also mentioned his two sons. Cum with your two brothers, Quentin and Trystane.”

Green took a sip of wine and let Arianne think for a moment, then continued: "The Martell family is a close family of children who love each other, but your name is the only one that does not appear in the letter..."

He spread his hands: "...This has to make me think more, and even doubt his extremely obscure intentions, as well as the status of your heir in Prince Daolang's heart."

Looking at her, the corners of his mouth curved slightly: "Is this an unintentional omission or a deliberate hint?"

Arianne's huge plumpness could not help but expand and contract. After a while, she finally managed to speak: "Maybe it's because...I'm already in King's Landing...there's no need..."

Her red lips trembled slightly: "......Repeat it in the letter, don't speculate too much."

"Heh, that reason sounds pretty good."

Tap tap tap tap.

Green came over, touched Arianne's cheek, and lifted her chin with his fingers. Their eyes met in the air, and they looked at each other for a long time, and then suddenly said: "Are you uneasy?"

Arianne avoided Green's eyes that seemed to see through everything, turned her little face to the other side, and said: "You guessed wrong, I have to tell you, my father loves me the most, and I have always been his most satisfied. Heir. From beginning to end, my position in his heart has never wavered.”

The candlelight flickered, and the light and shadow swayed on the wall.

Green just looked at her quietly without making a sound. The air around him seemed to have solidified, and the silence was suffocating.

After a moment of silence, Princess Arianne joked with a slightly stiff expression: "If Prince Doran is really as you said... Well, I am just making a hypothesis, how will you respond, Your Highness?"

"If it goes according to your hypothesis..."

Green smiled and said: "I will take it as good news. The needs between each other are stronger, and strong needs can often create a stronger foundation of trust. I will trust you even more, Arianne." ·Nameros Martell."

He added: "You are the heir of Dorne. I protect your legal rights. This has nothing to do with anyone else."

After a pause, Princess Arianne licked her lips: "What is your 'need' for me, Regent Green?"

…………

In the evening, the virgin lives.

"Father."

After Prime Minister Mace sat down, Margaery Tyrell handed him a cup of black tea.

Taking the tea cup, Prime Minister Metz took a moment to look at his daughter, who looked much better, and said, "Oh, my daughter, you are more beautiful than yesterday."

Little Rose smiled shyly and helplessly: "Thank you for your daily praise."

Mace Tyrell laughed heartily, touched his beard, and said, "Everyone knows that I am the most honest Duke in the Seven Kingdoms."

His laughter echoed in the room, seeming to dispel all the gloom.

Although her father was smiling all over his face, Margaery, who was keen, soon noticed that he had something else on his mind.

After a pause, her elk eyes moved slightly, she took a sip of tea gracefully, and lightly opened her rose lips: "Did the afternoon ceremony go well?"

Prime Minister Metz stroked his beard and said thoughtfully: "It went very well, everyone is very happy..."

After a slight pause, he suddenly raised his hand to signal the other people in the room to leave.

After everyone filed out and only the father and daughter were left in the room, he told his daughter the details of the "dispute" that had occurred in the throne room.

"The daughter of the Martell family always likes to provoke, and Green is too tolerant of her."

When Arianne was mentioned, Prime Minister Mace still looked angry. Margaery smiled softly: "Perhaps this is Princess Martell's way to gain the trust of the regent, or perhaps it is her way of maneuvering in the center of power. Some kind of means. Moreover, the regent is not someone who can be easily manipulated, father."

Prime Minister Mace snorted and said contemptuously: "She underestimates Tyrell's status among the Seven Kingdoms. The Dornish people always like to think highly of themselves."

His upper body tilted slightly, he coughed slightly, and then said: "Margaery, when I discuss matters about Flea Bottom tomorrow, what should I propose...that is, well, what should I say then?"

His cheeks puffed up: "Tomorrow's imperial meeting, I will definitely teach that girl from the Martell family a lesson so that she will never dare to go against me again."

"Actually, I think the regent's plan is detailed enough. If it can be implemented smoothly, I think even the smell that permeates King's Landing will be reduced a lot. This is undoubtedly an extraordinary piece of good governance."

Margery smiled softly and continued to advise: "Sometimes, supporting his decision is the most sensible and appropriate way to support him, especially for extremely complicated government affairs like relocating people."

After hearing what his daughter said, Prime Minister Metz was slightly startled, then nodded.

Then, his eyes turned to his daughter's face, looking at her haggard little face with distress, and his heart was full of pity.

On the road to the Red Keep of the Tyrell family, Margaery endured too much...

Alas, the queen's tiara......

When the Inflatable Fish Duke was sitting there with complicated thoughts, Margery's voice came over.

"Also, I want to report another more important thing to you."

Her fingers flexed: "The messenger crow in Highgarden delivered a letter from my brother, and the Redwyne fleet encountered..."

…………

The moonlight was hazy, like a thin veil gently covering the quiet Red Fort.

After sending her father away, Margaery, under the attentive service of Meg and Ello, first took a hot bath, and then dressed up carefully.

Then, accompanied by them, Margaery left her virgin home and walked through the night to the throne room.

In the Prince Regent's study, a warm fire was burning in the fireplace, and the jumping flames illuminated the entire room with swaying light and shadow.

"Your Highness Greene."

When Margaery came in, Green was sitting in front of the fireplace, reading an old-looking book.

Hearing the call, Green looked over, his eyes met hers, and a gentle smile appeared on his face: "Good night, beautiful lady."

He pointed to the exquisite black walnut chair on the other side of the fireplace: "Please sit down."

The fire crackled, and Green picked up the wine jug on the small round table next to him. The wine swayed in the jug, making a pleasant sound of "clatter", and he slowly poured two glasses of wine.

The wine flowing out from the mouth of the pot formed a graceful arc, like flowing ruby.

After Margaery took off her cloak and sat down, he handed one of the glasses over.

"Thanks."

Margaery took the wine glass, took a sip of the summer red, and then said nothing. She seemed to be hesitating how to speak.

Green leaned back in the chair and his eyes slowly fell on the little rose, which looked like a delicate flower tonight, charming and delicate.

Under the illumination of the fire, she looked even more charming and fragile, as if she were a flower that needed to be carefully cared for.

Not long after, he broke the silence and said directly: "Margaery, are you here about Euron Greyjoy?"

Margery swung the wine glass for a moment, and the wine in the glass rippled slightly.

After a pause, she raised her head and smiled lightly at him: "Your Highness, I think no one can resist your charm. I mean not only women, but also men."

Seeing Little Rose's rare joke, Green couldn't help but smile: "This is the highest praise I have ever received. Your words are like sweet honey, nourishing my heart. Thank you, dear lady."

Margery also chuckled, the corners of her mouth curved into a smile, and her moist eyes were filled with the man in front of her, as if he was the only figure left in the whole world.

After meeting her eyes for a while, Green moved his gaze towards the swaying flames in the fireplace. After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke: "Cleb and Tyrell are an extremely reliable offensive and defensive alliance. As allies, you My enemies are naturally my enemies.”

After a pause, he sipped his wine and added: "Actually, ever since Crow's Eye captured the Iron Islands, I have been sending people to secretly investigate his movements. However, the sea is vast and his traces are erratic."

He took another sip of wine: "My original plan was to wait until I stabilized the situation in the Seven Kingdoms before taking time to deal with the pirate, but I didn't expect that he would be so crazy and wantonly trample on the hard-won peace."

Margaery stood up slowly and stared at the blazing fire in the fireplace, with dancing flames reflected in her eyes.

After a moment of silence, her rose-colored lips opened slightly: "Your Highness, my father hopes to get the support of Kleb's fleet, so that he can lead the remaining ships in the River Bend to personally pursue the Greyjoy fleet. He believes that the only way Such action is the most powerful response to Euron’s arrogant behavior.”

After saying that, she looked at Green with a little helplessness.

Lord Grimm has recently become more accustomed to the Tyrell family's new way of communicating with him.

Prime Minister Mace is often responsible for nodding his support to the Prince Regent in public, demonstrating the solid friendship between Kleb and Tyrell.

If there is a complicated matter that is difficult to make at the moment... Margaery will meet with the Regent in private on behalf of the Tyrell family to discuss relevant matters together, as she did now. .

"I don't doubt the Duke of Highgarden's combat ability, but before we make a combat plan, we must fully consider the advantages and disadvantages of both sides.

For example, although they have powerful firepower and solid defense, their flexibility and speed are not as good as the longships of the Iron Islands, which are famous for their speed.

If they are unable to fight head-on, it will be difficult to catch up with Crow's Eye's fleet during the pursuit. Once caught in such a situation, our fleet will appear very passive and fall into an extremely disadvantageous situation. "

Green looked sideways at Margery and continued: "As far as I know, the attack on the Redwin fleet was not just because the fleet commander was not vigilant enough.

The most important reason for the defeat was the sudden change in wind direction on the sea, which threw Redwin's fleet's originally favorable navigation into chaos, which gave Crow's Eye's fleet an opportunity to launch an attack. "

After the words fell, Margaery nodded and said: "Yes, brother did mention this matter in his letter..."

As she spoke, her eyes trembled slightly: "Your Highness, do you suspect there is something... weird here?"

Green rubbed his temples and said: "It was the Night's Watch Legion that warned of the discovery of the legendary White Walkers. Now that something like this happened suddenly that cannot be explained by common sense, I have to doubt... the claim that he has sailed through the entire known world. Does the Crow's Eye of the world possess some kind of evil magic in the legend?"

[Known world: refers to the four continents of Westeros, Essos, Sothoros, and Ultus that humans have set foot on, as well as many smaller islands. 】

Margaery opened her eyes in disbelief, and Green continued: "If there is really magic to help, Prime Minister Mace's expedition will only continue to achieve the Crow's Eye's unrivaled reputation, and the subsequent consequences will be even more... It’s unimaginable.”

Green drank the remaining wine in the glass in one gulp and said, "Let's choose a burial place for him."

Margery turned to face him: "What do you mean..."

Looking at her, Green nodded slightly: "As long as the bread we prepare is sweet enough, the cunning and greedy sea monster will climb ashore."