iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 555 Ruler 5
"Long live the Prime Minister!"

As the tall and majestic figure of Prime Minister Metz approached, an impassioned shout suddenly ignited the enthusiasm of the crowd.

"Long live! Long live!"

"Long live the Duke of Metz!"

"Rose! Rose! Rose!"

The cheers that rose and fell were like surging waves, one after another, echoing throughout the entire dock.
The cheers became more deafening, and Prime Minister Mace was forced to stop. With a smile on his face, he waved to the crowd again, then signaled the knights standing in the front to lower their spears to show their achievements.

The people of Junlin always love to watch the fun, and they are polite. Those who are close to the head immediately rushed forward and spat at the head.

Some of the people further behind were spitting and cursing, while others were waving their fists to vent their anger.

For a moment, cheers and shouts merged into one.

.........

Seeing that Prime Minister Mace's team began to move again, Princess Arianne, who had been waiting there, led the ministers of the Red Keep and the nobles of the River Reach to greet them.

Arianne's olive skin seemed covered with a white veil in the morning light, and she smiled happily at Hand Mace.

"Congratulations, you have made an outstanding contribution to the peace of the kingdom, your Excellency the Prime Minister."

As she spoke, Princess Arianne took the initiative to open her arms and made a hugging gesture under the slightly surprised gaze of Prime Minister Mace.

Arianne performed well today, which made Prime Minister Mace laugh heartily, unable to hide the smug look on his face.

He also spread his arms: "As the Prime Minister of the kingdom, I will never tolerate anyone destroying the peace of the kingdom!"

The intimate hug between the Prime Minister and the Minister of Justice immediately aroused warm cheers from the surroundings again.

"Mes! Mes! Mes!" They shouted in unison, the sound rolling.

At this moment, Prime Minister Mace first felt the warm breath, and then... Arianne's low voice drilled into his ears: "It is said that the Crow's Eye was killed by a northern drunkard?"

Prime Minister Mace paused as he patted Arianne's back, but she continued, "Lord of Highgarden, I am so... pleased for you!"

Disgusting Dornish woman!
Prime Minister Mace's cheeks suddenly puffed up, and he barely resisted the urge to slap his hand down hard.

The two bodies slowly separated, and Princess Arianne raised the corners of her mouth, revealing her white and neat teeth, and grinned.

"Congratulations again, Prime Minister!"

Prime Minister Metz only saw mockery in her smile, and he curled his lips: "This honor belongs to everyone!"

After saying this, he couldn't help but snorted coldly. He didn't want to look at Arianne anymore. He just walked past her and strode towards the other ministers.

The muddy door.

The white horse snorted and pawed its hooves. Matus Rowan, wearing golden armor, jumped off the horse nimbly and handed the reins to the middle-aged servant waiting on the side.

Then he caught up with Maegor Tyrell and walked towards the carriage with a rose emblem parked not far away.

The golden rose pattern sparkled brightly in the sunlight, highlighting the nobility of the Tyrell family.

Inside the carriage, Margaret sat elegantly, like a beautiful rose in full bloom.

Seeing Matus coming in, she gave a perfect smile: "Lord Matus."

"Miss Margery."

Count Matus paused for a moment, touched his chest and saluted, then raised his feet and sat opposite her. The carriage moved slowly, and the wheels rolled over the cobblestone road, making a rhythmic "gurgle gurgle" sound.

Elrod Tyrell quietly handed each of them a glass of wine, the alluring wine swaying gently in the glass.

Taking a sip of summer red, Margaery said softly, "I heard that you fought bravely on Dragonstone. It was you who protected the Lord of Highgarden."

Count Matus glanced out the window, then retracted his gaze and said calmly, "This is my duty. I am grateful for Lord Mace's trust in me."

Margery also looked outside, tilted her head slightly, and chuckled, "I think my father has some regrets."

Hearing this, Count Matus' serious face showed a smile: "War itself is full of regrets."

"I don't know much about war..."

Margery took another sip of wine, paused, and then said, "But I am interested in post-war affairs."

She handed the glass to Aero, then stared at him and said, "I want to know what happened on Dragonstone after the war? Especially what happened to the Greyjoy siblings."

Count Matus was silent, as if he was considering how to answer.

After a while, he finally said, "Do you understand?"

Margaery nodded, her brown hair swaying slightly. "If you mean the one about the prisoners from the Iron Islands, I don't know... if it's a clear understanding. What I saw was the letter that Lord Seaworth wrote to the Regent."

Count Matus fell silent again, this time for a longer time.

Looking at the gentle Little Rose, he slowly said, "Lord Davos is an upright knight. I think... he will report everything that happened on Dragonstone to Regent Green."

"Yes."

Margaery nodded her chin. "Indeed, he wrote that Balon Greyjoy's son nearly died at the hands of Crabbe's soldiers while trying to save the captives."

"Near miss."

Count Matus's thick fingers stroked the glass for a while, and suddenly, he changed the subject and said, "Miss Margery, the Reach needs new friends."

Staring at the wine glass in his hand, Margaret opened her rosy lips slightly: "Do you also feel fear, like me? Or like many people?"

Without hesitation, Count Matus nodded and admitted: "His strength makes me uneasy."

Margaret leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes for a while and then opened them again: "Lord Matus, but your method is too crude. Your behavior will easily be criticized."

Count Matus was slightly startled, and after a pause, he responded: "Regent Green is a knight, and it is not honorable to kill prisoners. I will take the initiative to plead guilty to him."

Little Rose shook her head: "Lord Rowan, don't forget that although Green Crab values ​​the honor of a knight, he is more of a ruler, the King of the Seven Kingdoms without a crown."

She looked out the window. "He is like a lion sitting on the table of power. He will turn a blind eye to other people's little actions because he needs to show his kindness and generosity to the Seven Kingdoms. But the premise is... no one can challenge his majesty."

She sat up straight and looked at Lord Matus again: "Not only the Iron Islands, but also Dorne and the North. They may all become friends of the Reach in the future, but our real battlefield is in King's Landing. I hope you can remember this."

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When the crowd gathered on the dock gradually began to disperse, Ser Allard Seaworth and dozens of blue robes escorted the Greyjoy siblings and got off the ship in a low-key manner.

Entering the carriage that had been arranged in advance, the pale-faced Theon Greyjoy observed the pedestrians and buildings around him with interest.

He was slightly excited: "This place is better than I thought. I heard... ahem... I heard that there is only mud mixed with feces and urine and people in the Mud Gate."

Asha Greyjoy leaned there with a haggard look on her face. She only glanced out the window and said, "At least this place is exactly as I heard before I left last time, the Prince of Winterfell."

(End of this chapter)