iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 551 Ruler

Sir Anguy stepped forward and kicked Crow's Eye, which was still bleeding on the ground. He then used his fingers to stroke his messy hair and said, "We once fought side by side (Chapters 206 and 207), but if I remember correctly, you have been expelled by Her Royal Highness the Princess."

As he spoke, he glanced at the silent red-robed priest beside him and continued, "It is a mercy of His Royal Highness the Regent, Ser Jorah Mormont, to allow you to be a drunkard living a life of drunkenness in Mermaid Harbor."

Ser Jorah seemed to be reminded of something by these words. He was slightly startled and fell into a brief contemplation.

After a pause, he glanced at the fake princess standing not far away, and said in a hoarse voice: "I came here because... I thought Her Royal Highness was in danger..."

His Adam's apple rolled, and he stared straight at Sir Ange in front of him, with a hint of expectation in his eyes: "Is my contribution enough to be rewarded by Regent Green?"

"Of course, the Seven Kingdoms all know the justice of our Lord."

Sir Ange raised one eyebrow: "But whether you can be allowed to see the emperor depends on your luck."

Ser Jorah's eyelids drooped slightly. After a moment's silence, he said, "That is enough."

"The red priest of Essos?"

Ange's eyes fell on another person: "The same is true for you, Your Excellency the Priest."

Hearing this, Priest Maqiro nodded slightly.

Then, Ange drew his sword and neatly cut off Crow's Eye's head.

…………

On the stone bridge leading to the Stone Drum Tower.

Theon Greyjoy's chest heaved violently, and every breath seemed to completely drain the air from his body.

He glanced tremblingly at the dark abyss under the bridge, his bloody hands and arms shaking uncontrollably.

…………

The next morning, the azure sky of Dragonstone was like a pure sapphire, and the soft sunlight seemed to dispel the bloodshed of last night.

Ser Anguei could hardly suppress the corners of his mouth. The box on his back contained the precious spoils of this battle—the Crow's Eye's Valyrian steel scale armor and scimitar. He seemed to... have already seen the earldom of the Anguei family.

Not far away, Lord Davos Seaworth stood at the dock, gazing at his "Black Bess" with a sad face.

The warship that once accompanied him through the wind and waves is now only a charred wreckage.

The sea breeze blew gently, ruffling Lord Davos's gray hair, adding a bit of vicissitudes of life...Ser Allard, the second son beside him, reached out and patted his father's shoulder, trying to give him a little comfort.

"Um……"

On the other side, Lord Mace Tyrell, who was surrounded by the crowd, had his cheeks puffed up, unable to hide the ugly expression on his face.

This guy dares to offend the dignity of the River Bend!
Inside the opened wooden box was the processed Crow's Eye head—the hideous face seemed to still speak of its arrogance in life.

Not being able to deal with the Crow's Eye personally... became another regret for the war artist.

He forced himself to calm down, laughed heartily, and then said loudly with relief: "Euron Greyjoy is dead. Everyone, enjoy this honor!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding knights and soldiers immediately burst into warm cheers that echoed throughout the entire dock.

Prime Minister Mace smiled and waved to everyone, and calmly signaled his servants to move the wooden box containing the Crow's Eye head away.

After a long while, seeing that the feudal lord was about to leave, Count Matus Rowan immediately followed him.

Prime Minister Mace glanced at the reliable vassal who was walking silently behind him, and knowing that he had something to report, he took him to a quiet place.

Hua Hua Hua——

The waves hit the coast again and again. Far away from the dock, the smell of burning and blood was blown away by the sea breeze, and the air was filled with the salty smell of sea water.

"grown ups."

Prime Minister Metz patted Count Matus who nodded and said, "Thank you for your help last night."

"it is my responsibility."

Hearing Lord Matus's response, Prime Minister Mace nodded with satisfaction, then suddenly sighed. His voice was filled with regret that could not be concealed: "The performance of the people of the Reach was brave enough, but not perfect. Euron died at the hands of a northern drunkard."

Count Matus groaned for a moment, then said, "Last night's victory is enough to appease the people of the Reach. Lord Mace, you have brought precious peace to the Reach."

Prime Minister Mace narrowed his eyes and gently stroked his finely trimmed triangular beard. Matus glanced at him and said, "Sir, my servant reported to me that there are nearly a thousand prisoners in the Iron Islands."

The Lord Feng had a puzzled look on his face. He moved his lips and continued, "According to the order of Regent Green, these prisoners must be executed immediately."

For a moment, the two of them fell into silence.

After a while, Prime Minister Mace's eyes moved over, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes: "Is there any problem here?"

Lord Matus nodded slightly. "The children of Balon Greyjoy, the heirs of the Iron Islands, are on Dragonstone."

Seeing that Prime Minister Mace had been deep in thought, Matus paused and directly reminded him: "Villas needs a suitable wife. If he marries Balon's daughter, the Reach will easily 'influence' the weak Iron Islands."

After a pause, he added, "Perhaps you can also choose a suitable Riverland wife for King Baron's son."

Hearing this, the Duke of Mace's eyes lit up. He quickly glanced around and lowered his voice slightly: "So, your suggestion is that we should be less stained with the blood of the Iron Islanders?"

"Yes, sir, peace talks require sincerity."

After hearing Matus's affirmation, Prime Minister Metz suddenly began to hesitate, frowning and muttering: "What about Green..."

Count Matus thought of his private arrangements and couldn't help but sigh secretly. This method was contrary to the honor of a knight.

but.

The Vale, the Riverlands, the New Crown and the Westerly, plus the fact that he was the fiancé of the Targaryen princess, the power and strength of Regent Green made him feel terrified. He had to... had to do something for the future of the Riverlands.

Facing the sea breeze, Count Matus's expression became more determined.

…………

Dragonstone.

"enough."

Theon Greyjoy had been held in Asha's arms for a while, and he pushed her away irritably.

Then, the two injured people hissed almost at the same time, their voices filled with pain.

"Giggle."

Asha Greyjoy leaned her back against the head of the bed. Despite the piercing pain from her wound, she couldn't help but giggle.

"Isn't my sister's embrace warm?"

Theon grimaced and tried to move his arms and hands, which were completely wrapped in cloth strips, but the wound was pulled again, causing him to gasp in pain.

His eyes widened, and he shouted at Asha: "You did this on purpose! Do you know how I climbed up here? If I hadn't grabbed the chain under the bridge, I would have been smashed to pieces!"

“…You are very brave.”

Asha looked at her brother, the smile on her face gradually disappeared, replaced by a serious expression: "Thank you."

Xien was startled by his sister's serious reaction. He then turned his face away as if a little uncomfortable and squeezed out a voice: "You want to save me, but I won't let you succeed. I don't want to owe you anything."

After a pause, he seemed to suddenly remember something important, and turned to look at her with a warning in his eyes: "I saved you, so don't think about the Iron Islands again, it's mine!"

Asha pursed her lips and covered the wound on her abdomen with her hand for a long time before she spoke slowly: "The death of Crow's Eye is not the end, dear brother."

She exhaled: "If you want to inherit the Iron Islands smoothly, there are still many difficulties, as I said before..."

She stared at her brother who looked unconvinced. "Before you came to me, a strange maid told me that someone wanted to directly execute the captured iron races last night. There were more than a thousand of them."

Theon didn't care at all. Instead, he said bitterly, "They are all traitors and should be executed."

Asha shook her head, her eyes fixed on her brother, "No, they are Ironborn, but you and I are Greyjoys."

(End of this chapter)