The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

"They are deeply hostile to the people south of the Great Wall." Tyrion put his small hands behind his back and continued: "The wildlings outside the wall are divided into hundreds of different tribes, and each tribe has its own Unique customs, and the most common language among them is still the ancient language of the ancestors. If we want to rule them, the situation we are about to face is completely different from governing the Seven Kingdoms. It can even be said that... we are against them. The 'world' is almost unknown."

Tyrion took a slight step forward, his eyes fixed on Stannis, and then said: "Swords can certainly kill enemies. As wise as you, Your Majesty, I believe you know very well that you cannot win with force alone. A stable and long-lasting rule.”

Stannis fell into silence, his brows furrowed slightly, and after a while, he said, "Go on."

Tyrion seemed to be greatly encouraged and nodded, his voice rising slightly: "The deterrence of force must naturally continue to be maintained, but my suggestion is to send envoys at the same time to start negotiations with the leaders of each wildling tribe outside the wall."

Having said this, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile: "As far as I know, although those savages may seem barbaric and rude, they attach great importance to keeping their promises. If the savages outside the Great Wall can be made to admit it before they pass the Great Wall, You are their king, so when they settle in the land you gave them, they will surely stay in peace."

After saying these words, Tyrion licked his lips subconsciously, thinking to himself, in fact...if the negotiation is really successful, bigger troubles are still to come.

However, this thought only flashed through his mind, and he chose to shut up, because he knew in his heart that there was only one way to solve this potential problem--and that was to plunder the North.

The red-robed priestess glanced at Stannis and said to Tyrion: "It seems that you are the most suitable negotiator, wise little lion."

Tyrion immediately knelt down on one knee towards Stannis: "Your Majesty, I am at your disposal at any time."

Stannis's dark blue eyes moved slightly, and he stared at Tyrion with his face downcast for a while, then slowly said: "I will send knights to protect your safety."

Melisandre approached gently: "Your Majesty Stannis, maybe they can bring wildfire and dragon crystal weapons."

Stannis turned his head and looked at Melisandre's face. She pursed her lips and smiled: "I received news that Kleb's merchant ship transported enough dragon crystal weapons to Eastwatch to arm a thousand people."

As she spoke, she raised her hand and gently put it on Stannis's shoulder: "You are destined to save this world. The Lord of Light has been guiding the Green Regent, so that he can continue to assist you in your great cause, Your Majesty."

Stannis's jaw moved silently a few times, and he said coldly: "While announcing to the Seven Kingdoms that I am the Reaver, and at the same time supporting my actions, Grimm Klebs is treating me as a pawn in his hands. ”

"The night is dark and dangerous everywhere."

Melisandre gently stroked the back of Stannis's neck, her eyes full of piety and determination: "Under the true god, all are mortals. And you are the only son of fire, the prophesied prince - Hand Azor Ahai, the Messenger of Light, is reincarnated. In this dark age, you shoulder the mission of saving the people."

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At the Blackwater River Pier, bustling crowds were passing through, and all kinds of noisy sounds were intertwined.

Ser Dale Seaworth (the eldest son of Davos) was wearing shining silver armor, shining coldly in the sunlight.

He was leading the guards to patrol the dock meticulously, not sparing any corner, with vigilance and concentration in his eyes.

Sir Allard Seaworth (the second son of Davos), who was squatting next to the vendor and eating grilled fish, saw his brother at a glance. He immediately stood up, threw away the grilled fish bones in his hand, and strode towards Dale walked over.

"Hey, Dale," Allard shouted at the top of his lungs.

Sir Dale turned his head when he heard the sound, and his eyes fell on his younger brother. His expression was very similar to their father, calm and resolute, and the brown hair on his square face was also flowing and sparse.

He looked his brother up and down, his eyes gentle and said: "I thought you had already set off."

Sir Allard clapped his hands, trying to wipe off the oil stains on his hands, with a bright smile on his face: "I will take the afternoon boat over, and Sir Mason ordered me to bring the newly arrived blanket."

"Blanket?"

Dale couldn't help but frowned, his eyes full of doubts. Sir Arad shrugged: "I guess, our noble Targaryen princess, how can her shoes be stained with dust."

Sir Dale's frown deepened, and he looked at his brother seriously: "Arad, watch your tongue, it will bring trouble for father."

After a pause, the brother's tone became serious: "Father taught us that the highest honor of the Seaworth family is loyalty, and we only need to obey orders."

When Arad heard this, a look of impatience flashed on his face, but he quickly suppressed it: "Okay, okay, I will control my tongue, don't worry."

As he said that, he took a step forward, put his arm around his brother's shoulders, and whispered: "Dale, you won't complain to your father, will you?"

Sir Dale glanced at his younger brother, a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes, then smiled and said: "When you get to Dragonstone Island, take good care of your father."

Arad looked at his brother uneasily, as if to confirm whether he really would not complain.

He patted his chest, showed a confident smile on his face, and joked: "Don't worry, I am the strong shield of Lord Davos."

After a pause, he glanced around and lowered his voice: "Dale, there have been many strangers inquiring about Princess Targaryen recently."

Dale nodded slightly and said while walking forward: "Now the entire Seven Kingdoms are paying attention to Princess Targaryen, so you don't have to worry about them."

He raised his hand to signal the adjutant to continue patrolling with the guards, while he and Arad walked towards the fragrant grilled fish stall.

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The Red Keep, the Throne Room, and the gorgeous dome show the majesty of the Iron Throne.

The regent went out to inspect the farmland near King's Landing. Mace Tyrell was wearing a gorgeous green robe. He sat majestically at the head of the royal conference table and acted as the agent for the kingdom's government affairs.

He was listening to the statement of Lord Gyles Rosby, the finance minister, and ignored the provocative glances from Princess Arianne from time to time.

After Earl Gales finished his statement, he slowly sat back in his chair. Prime Minister Mace nodded slightly, his movements calm and elegant: "For the banquet to welcome Princess Daenerys, we need to prepare at least 50,000 more golden dragons... …”

He stroked his carefully trimmed triangular beard a few times and continued: "Earl Gales, I will arrange for the merchants in the River Bend to meet with you, and I will leave the rest to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Earl Gales couldn't help coughing, and his coughing sound was particularly abrupt in the silent throne room.

He slowed down a little, endured the discomfort, stood up and saluted respectfully, with a hint of gratitude in his voice: "Thank you, Prime Minister, for your help. Thank you very much."

Prime Minister Metz was very satisfied when he saw the humble attitude of the Minister of Finance. He couldn't hide the proud look on his face. He raised his hand and pressed it: "We must satisfy Her Highness the Princess. It's up to you."

Then, Princess Arianne said leisurely: "Dear Prime Minister, my political officer reported to me that they don't have enough golden dragons to expand the cell. Please allow me to appropriate some from the Minister of Finance as soon as possible."

Prime Minister Mace paused while stroking his beard. He looked at Arianne in surprise, with a trace of doubt and confusion in his eyes: "The cell is still being expanded?"

He frowned slightly, continued to stroke his beard and thought for a moment, and then said: "I remember... the day before yesterday, weren't most of the prisoners exiled to the Riverlands and Crab Claw Peninsula by you after trial?"

Arianne glanced at him gently, raised the corners of her lips, and said with a half-smile: "Uh-huh, His Royal Highness the Regent's order is to continue to 'clean up' in depth. The good people are looking forward to the news of the crime, Prime Minister." ”

Prime Minister Metz's cheeks slowly puffed up. After a pause, he managed to speak out: "How many golden dragons do you need?"

Arianne leaned on the armrest of the Chancellor's chair, her posture was lazy and casual, and she stretched out three slender fingers toward him.

Seeing this, the Duke of Metz couldn't help but stare: "Thirty thousand?"

As Earl Gales coughed, Princess Arianne stared back at the Prime Minister without showing any signs of weakness: "It's three thousand golden dragons."

Then, she couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "It's not like building a palace..."

Prime Minister Mace seemed not to hear Arianne's "complaint". He smiled heartily and waved his hand: "Earl Gales, when the time comes, we will increase the number by three thousand... no, five thousand gold dragons."

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Earl Gales nodded in the direction of the throne: "I obey, Mr. Prime Minister."

Princess Arianne showed a joyful smile, as bright as a blooming flower: "Thank you, Prime Minister, for your generosity."

Prime Minister Mace squinted his eyes and touched his beard, and said with great enthusiasm: "Grand Bachelor, the next topic."

The maester's necklace jingled softly, and Grand Maester Pycelle stood up tremblingly. His figure was stooped, and his face was full of traces of time.

He cleared his throat and spoke: "Your Excellency Prime Minister, gentlemen, in accordance with the instructions of His Royal Highness the Regent, I have sent invitations to all the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms to attend the coronation ceremony of Princess Daenerys."

As soon as Pycelle stopped, Prime Minister Mace suddenly turned his head and looked at the steward standing aside: "How is the repair progress of Maegor's Tower?"

Hearing this, the imperial steward was startled at first, but he quickly reacted, then bowed slightly and respectfully replied: "The repair project has been completed, and the remaining decorations will be completed by the end of this month, Prime Minister."

Cough cough cough.

This time the cough came from the direction of Count Matus. He raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, as if trying to suppress his discomfort.

Then, seeing the Lord of the River Bend looking at him with confusion and concern, Count Matus sighed secretly and pointed secretly at Grand Maester Pycelle, who was standing in front of him.

After a pause, Prime Minister Metz sat upright and said solemnly: "Please continue."

"As commanded."

Pycelle had roughly calculated the number of guests, and the royal ministers discussed the banquet's seating arrangements, delicacies, entertainment programs and other details. After several rounds of adjustments, the issue was finally concluded. .

As soon as Pycelle sat down, Princess Arianne's somewhat cold voice suddenly sounded: "Grand Maester, Winterfell has responded."

Pycelle's turbid eyes slowly swept over everyone's faces, and said in a trembling voice: "There is no reply yet, Your Highness."

Earl Matus glanced at Prime Minister Mace, who was frowning. He spoke for the first time in today's royal meeting. His voice was steady and calm: "Normally, the crows from Winterfell should have delivered the reply from the Stark family."

Hearing this, Princess Arianne raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a sneer: "The Starks may not have recovered from their fear yet. They must have known the fate of Baratheon and Lannister now."

Prime Minister Mace's originally frowned brows suddenly relaxed, and a light flashed in his eyes. He seemed to be a hunter who saw his prey at this moment: "Don't they plan to voluntarily submit to the Iron Throne of Targaryen?"

His voice fell with excitement, and there was silence around him.

Earl Matus's expression became complicated. He looked at Prime Minister Mace's uncontrollable excitement and felt that Duke Tyrell's purpose was too obvious.

Yes, the Duke of Mace is thinking about the possibility of leading a hundred thousand troops north to Winterfell... Storm's End has become an eternal regret in his heart.

He has longed to prove his war talent on the battlefield... Looking at the Seven Kingdoms, the only place where he can show his art of war is Pyke in the Iron Islands.

However, the fleet of the Reach has just suffered a heavy blow, and it is impossible to launch a large-scale sea crossing attack on the Iron Islands in the short term.

Just now... he was pleasantly surprised to find that there is a Winterfell in the Seven Kingdoms!

Seeing that everyone remained silent, Prime Minister Mace stroked his beard and sighed deeply: "Winterfell doesn't seem to be worried about the wrath of the Dragon family..."

Pycelle glanced at everyone and said: "Perhaps we can report to the Regent and severely warn Winterfell in the name of the Royal Conference."

After hearing this, Prime Minister Mace frowned slightly, obviously not satisfied with this proposal: "This method is useless, right?"

Earl Matus looked in the direction of the main seat and said: "Lord Mace, this step is necessary. Only in this way can we test the attitude of Winterfell and decide our next step."

Princess Arianne smiled. She rarely comforted the somewhat discouraged inflatable fish Duke: "As far as I know, Duke Stark is both stubborn and stupid. Prime Minister, you can look forward to Winterfell's response."

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Tap tap tap.

The Royal Conference had just ended, and a burst of dense footsteps came from far away.

Everyone looked over and saw that the person coming was Kleber's retainer knight, Sir Per Pili. Behind him were the commander-in-chief of the King's Landing Garrison and the commander-in-chief of the Red Keep Garrison, as well as several lieutenants.

"My lords, Lord Green ordered me to escort you to Sow Corner (located north of King's Landing, near the border between the Crown and the Riverlands) to watch the tournament he held."