iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 556 Ruler 6
Near Gou Lane, the Rose Carriage stopped at the entrance of the alley, and the cobblestones beside the wheels shone with tiny gleams in the sunlight.

Inside the carriage, Margaret looked past the crowd to a luxurious carriage slowly moving away in the distance.

Above it, fluttering was the sea monster banner of House Greyjoy.

"I think she would be happy to be my brother's wife."

Hearing Margaery's soft words that sounded like a summer breeze blowing past his ears, Earl Matus, who was sitting opposite him, nodded and said, "Being able to marry the heir of the Duke of Highgarden is already an extremely rare and happy marriage."

Margaret retracted her gaze, took the wine glass handed to her by Elo, tasted the summer red, and then spoke: "I mean those ambitious noble ladies."

In the slightly puzzled look of Matus, she smiled and explained, "Because Willas has a disability, it is inevitable that people will daydream that he will have the opportunity to take charge of the Tyrell family in the future and then control the entire River Reach."

For some reason, at this moment, Count Matus suddenly felt that Miss Margery in front of him seemed to be shrouded in a different kind of light, different from the past.

While drinking, he looked around secretly, his thoughts turning.

He drank the wine slowly and paused for a moment before putting down the glass. She should be said to be more and more like the young Lady Olenna as his father had described her.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Renly, Joffrey, Tommen... these names flashed through his mind. The Tyrell girl sitting opposite him was involved in one political marriage after another, and suffered one "failure" after another.

Her experiences forced her to grow up quickly.

Matus couldn't help but think of...his daughter's past farce. She slept with a lowly singer, and after the affair was exposed, she claimed that she was forced.

………He remembered that he suffered from insomnia for a long time because of this, and it was also from that time that more and more glaring white hairs began to appear.

Matus was not good at hiding his emotions, and the sharp-minded Margaret naturally noticed the pity and relief in his eyes.

"The Iron Islands..."

Count Matus' voice broke the brief silence. He paused, hesitated, and then said directly: "If you are interested in that place, I promise that the Rowan family will obey your orders."

He is the head of the family, his wife is Redwyne (family of the Queen of Thorns), and the Osgrey, Webber, Deville, Stackhouse, Inchifield and other families in the Riverlands all follow the Rowan family.

After the death of Lord Randyll Tarly (Chapter 230), House Rowan has firmly established itself as one of the top four powerful families in the Reach.

Therefore, his support is undoubtedly significant.

Upon hearing this, Margaery first expressed her gratitude, and then slowly said: "The Iron Islands are not a country blessed by the Seven Gods, Lord Matus. I am a woman, and there... is no stage for women."

She lowered her eyes to look at her soft palms, and then she chuckled: "Unless I can wield a sword and fight like a man, then maybe those pirates will look at me seriously once in a while."

Count Matus opened his mouth and said apologetically: "Please forgive my inconsiderateness."

Margaret shook her head slightly and said softly, "I will still be deeply grateful for your advice and suggestions today. I will always remember your kindness."

Count Matus stroked his chest towards her, his action somewhat solemn.

After a pause, he suddenly said, "As you said, my behavior was indeed very 'rough'. I will directly apologize to the Regent."

“This is an extremely wise decision.”

Margaret raised her fair arms and leaned on the pillow gracefully. She smiled like a flower: "Green... He is actually very tolerant, as long as you are willing to be sincere enough."

As she spoke, her watery eyes moved outside and she sighed softly: "Who can not fall in love with him..."

Margery's murmurs were filled with sadness, which caused a hint of complexity to flash across Count Matus's resolute face... In the end, all his emotions converged into a sigh.

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In the Regent's study in the throne room, the warm yellow candlelight flickered, illuminating the parchments piled on the desk. Lord Green was meeting with the heroes of the Battle of Dragonstone.

At this time, although the man standing in front had been carefully groomed by the maid before coming in, the strong smell of alcohol still followed him.

"Jorah Mormont, for your service last time, you asked me for the opportunity to stay in Mermaid Harbor, as well as enough gold dragons for you to spend your whole life."

Green's voice was low and steady, and was particularly clear in the quiet study.

He leaned back slightly in his high-backed chair, examining Ser Jorah with his eyes, and continued, "And I don't want you to ask for the credit again for this time."

There was unquestionable authority in his words.

Hearing this, Ser Jorah's broad chest rose and fell slowly. His voice was a little hoarse, as if something was choking his throat. "I mean no harm, Your Highness the Regent."

Green nodded his chin lightly: "That's why I agreed to your audience request, sir."

He raised his hand, pointed at him, and added: "But I will not be happy if someone continues to take advantage of my fairness and honor."

Ser Jorah's forehead wrinkles deepened. After a moment of silence, anger burned in his eyes. "I am not the despicable person you think!"

"Under my plan, the entire Seven Kingdoms were paying attention to the princess substitute I arranged. I also hid it from everyone and set up a 'fishing net' specially prepared for Euron Greyjoy on Dragonstone."

Green pointed his slender finger at Jorah again. "He who stepped into Dragonstone had no hope of escaping my encirclement. Your sudden appearance has robbed the honor that should have belonged to the warrior of Crabbe. You have taken the head."

Grimm's final straightforward metaphor made Ser Jorah understand what he meant at once, and his face stiffened.

He moved his lips, trying to defend himself: "I used to be the guard of Her Royal Highness the Princess. I heard that she arrived at Dragonstone. I came here for..."

Green nodded slightly and interrupted, "It seems that the fine wine of Mermaid Harbor has not made you forget... the fact that you were expelled by the princess."

Looking at Mormont who was somewhat emotionally broken, Green paused and said calmly: "In the name of the Regent of the Seven Kingdoms and the Royal Council, I will pardon your crime of selling slaves in the North, sir. And then..."

His voice paused slightly. Green stared at him and continued, "...Return to the North, go home."

As Green finished his words, the expression on Ser Jorah's face froze and he just stood there.

The study was unusually quiet, with only the occasional crackling sound of the candlelight.

Seeing that the Regent seemed to be about to end the audience, Sir Jorah could not help but speak first: "Your Highness, I mean no harm..."

Green waved his hand impatiently and said, "I forgot to tell you that the North has not yet submitted to the Iron Throne."

He looked straight at Jorah. "According to the laws of the kingdom, the northerners are still traitors to the kingdom."

He waved his hand again: "Your audience ends here."

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In the corridor outside the study, the torches on the wall were burning with a crackling sound, and the dancing flames cast flickering light and shadows.

Theon paced back and forth from time to time, trying hard to hold his chin high, trying to show the proud attitude of the heir to the Iron Islands, but... his expression and small movements revealed his inner nervousness.

After an unknown amount of time, the tightly closed study door opened, and then Ser Jorah walked past them in a trance and left.

Then, a blond and strong female knight came and told Theon and...Asha, who was dozing with her eyes closed, to go into the study and meet the Regent.

(End of this chapter)