iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 554 Ruler 4
As Green finished speaking, the surroundings suddenly fell silent. He rarely used such direct words in the palace.

At the same time, Lord Green was distracted for a moment, and he suddenly thought of something...his subjects should have a dragon crystal weapon, such as a dragon crystal dagger with reduced craftsmanship.

It is easy to make and very flexible to use. It can be tied to a wooden stick to become a spear, or it can be used for throwing.

Dragonstone needs more miners...

Green's eyelids moved slightly, and his gaze slowly swept over the two of them, breaking the silence.

"Perhaps the church had good intentions, but not long ago, they were trying to challenge the king's power."

Green's lips curved slightly. "Although all this is blamed on the High Sparrow..."

His eyes flickered from Margaery to Princess Arianne again, and he added, "My sword has just been sheathed, so I will give them a chance to choose their words."

He leaned his upper body against the armrest, paused, and continued, "Arianne, I leave this matter to you. Pycelle knows more about the church at that time... I will let him assist you."

Princess Arianne's eyebrows rose, and the corners of her lips curled up. "He seems to have been forgiven?"

She was referring to the accusation against Pycelle by the Branch Woman.

Green was silent for a while, then said, "She didn't want it, so he didn't take out the gold dragon."

Princess Arianne saw from the corner of her eye that when Grimm was forced to excuse Pycelle, his hand tightened on the armrest.

She chuckled. "I was confused just now. I thought I was going to judge the hero who exposed the Lannister crimes."

Green shrugged slightly: "I hope he won't make you feel embarrassed again, my Minister of Justice."

Princess Arianne couldn't help laughing for a while, then she stopped smiling: "I will go and arrange the affairs of the church, I will let them..."

She twisted her waist slightly and stood up from the chair: "...bless Daenerys well."

"Good work."

Margaret could sense that Green was less patient today than usual.

Therefore, she also planned to leave with Arianne, but was signaled by Green to stay.

"Miss Margery, I have something to talk to you about. Please take a seat."

Seeing this, Princess Arianne glanced at the two of them suspiciously with her distinct black and white eyes, then gracefully bowed and left.

Margaret held her waist high, her hands folded on her belly, sitting in an elegant posture.
"I think you got the message too..."

Green said as he picked up the letter from Dragonstone and then pressed it on the table, pushing it towards her.

Margery flexed her fingers slightly, glanced at him, and then picked up the letter.

As her eyes scanned the contents of the letter, Green's voice came over: "I have fulfilled my promise, Margaret."

Margaery raised her eyes, her light brown eyes met her dark brown eyes, and her rosy lips parted slightly: "The Crow's Eye is dead, and I never doubted your promise (Chapter 504), Green."

"Some people...are born to be loved by Huiquan, and you are one of them. The church's tricks cannot be hidden from your eyes."

Before Margaery could respond, Green suddenly asked, "When will Willas Tyrell arrive in King's Landing (Chapter 541)?"

Margaret paused, and when Green didn't continue speaking, she slowly said, "Two days ago, I received a letter from him. I think... he is on his way."

Green nodded, picked up the wine glass, gestured to Margaret, and said, "What about you?"

After a moment of silence, Margaery lowered her eyes, trying her best to hide the sadness in her eyes, and said softly: "After seeing my brother, I can go back to Highgarden. My grandmother needs someone to take care of her."

There was a subtle tremor in her voice. After she finished speaking, she reached for the wine glass and took a sip of the fruity summer red.

Then, she suddenly looked at him, a gentle smile on her face: "If time permits, I will wait until your wedding with the princess is over before returning to High Garden."

"..."

Green rubbed his brows, and from an angle that Margaret couldn't see, his other hand moved unconsciously, his thumb tapping the tip of his index finger again and again. Finally, this hand slowly rested on the armrest of the chair.

He stared at her for a moment, then suddenly called out, "Margaery Tyrell."

Margaret's big eyes blinked gently, and her eyes moved towards Green who was sitting upright.

"Do you know what the greatest weakness of the nobles is?"

When she gave him a puzzled look, Green gave his answer directly: "It's arrogance."

Putting down the wine glass, he continued: "The current regent of the Seven Kingdoms is a minor noble from the Crab Claw Peninsula..."

He raised his hand to stop Margaret from speaking, and continued, "This fact is hard to get used to in a short period of time."

Looking at her, there was a hint of smile between his eyebrows, as if he was just sharing an ordinary secret: "But I understand this mentality, because if I were you or someone else..."

He seemed to be joking: "...I can't guarantee that I can do better."

Looking at each other, Margaret shook her head gently: "You are different from others. You are wiser than anyone else. This is not a problem for you."

She seemed to recall many past events, and her tone was slightly respectful: "Besides, your sword is the sword of the king, and it has always been like this. I understand it very well."

Then, she stretched out her white and tender fingers and tapped the envelope on the table: "Your Highness, the friendship between Tyrell and Crab will always be strong."

Then she stood up from her chair, moved lightly, and performed the standard and graceful skirt-lifting salute towards him.

"Thank you again for your kindness and generosity, my Lord Regent."

"May Huiquan love you forever, Margaret."

As she said goodbye and left, she suddenly stopped, turned around, and her skirt flew around.

She asked from a distance: "Before I leave, I plan to hold a banquet. Can I invite you, Lord Green?"

.........

"Miss Margery, what happened?"

Outside the throne room, in the luxuriously decorated Rose Family carriage, Maegor Tyrell and Elo Tyrell, one on each side, carefully held the slightly trembling Margaery.

Taking a deep breath, Margaret relaxed a little and smiled weakly: "I walked a lot today. I'm a little tired."

The Rose Maids' eyes were full of worry, and they obviously did not believe Margaret's words, but their long-standing habit prevented them from asking further questions.

After a pause, she gave them a reassuring smile: "I need a nice hot bath, let's go back."

As instructed, the coachman slowly turned the carriage around.

Margaery looked out the carriage window at the majestic throne room, her gaze lingering on it for a long time until it disappeared from her sight, then she slowly closed her eyelids.

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Four days later, in the early morning, soft light shone on the Blackwater River, making it sparkle.

The Rose Flag and the Sea Monster Flag were flying in the front, and the hulls of more than a dozen merchant transport ships were huge and sturdy.

Around the merchant ship, ships flying the Marigold Flag and the Black Sail Onion Flag were lined up in an orderly manner, escorting like loyal guards.

The sailors on the deck were busy and orderly. At the captains' orders, the anchors entered the water with a dull sound... One ship after another slowly docked at the Blackwater River Pier.

A tall figure was the first to step off the boat on the wooden plank, and on the spear he held high was a head. The crowd on the dock immediately became agitated.

Prime Minister Metz, dressed in gorgeous clothes, stood at the edge of the ship, waved in the direction of the crowd, and then, surrounded by the knights, stepped over the wooden planks and onto the stone slabs of the dock.

(End of this chapter)