iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 597: Reward for the Transaction

Standing in front of the table covered with a map, the two of them discussed until late at night without realizing it.

Before leaving, Count Matus suddenly asked, "My Lord, please forgive me for being so presumptuous, but will you allow me to resign as Minister of the Navy?"

He stopped not far from the door, and Green stood in front of the fireplace with his back to him.

Crackling, sparks flew in the fireplace.

After a moment of silence, Green's voice slowly sounded: "I will believe in the loyalty of the people of the Reach."

"May the Seven Gods bless Your Majesty." Count Matus nodded towards the king's back, then turned and left.

The next day.

Before going to the Blackwater River dock to meet Daenerys in person, Green asked the chief steward to issue two royal orders.

One was to appoint Willas Tyrell as Chancellor of the King's Treasurer.

The other was to remove Lord Matus Rowan from his title of Lord Admiral, and then order him to go to the Wall to inspect in the name of the king.

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In the garden of Tyrell's mansion, the hearty laughter of Prime Minister Mace could be heard.

He drank the wine in his glass in one gulp: "Villas, my son, I want to congratulate you."

"Thank you father."

Seeing that Willas was always frowning, Prime Minister Mace stroked his beard and squinted his eyes and asked, "Are you still thinking about Earl Rowan's sudden departure?"

Willas Tyrell smiled as his father did not hide his displeasure. "It's not like he left without saying goodbye. At least, Lord Matus sent a servant to say hello."

"Vilas, an arrogant vassal is not a good vassal." Prime Minister Metz snorted coldly. He was furious when he thought of the fact that Matus resigned from the position of chancellor without his permission.

Willas shrugged: "Perhaps the king is using this incident with Count Matus to remind Tyrell..."

Prime Minister Mace's puffed up cheeks, revealing a puzzled look: "Your Majesty Green? What does he want to remind us of?"

Willas stared at the bright red wine in the glass for a while, and said slowly: "He will allow Tyrell to occupy at most two seats in the Imperial Council."

Upon hearing this, Prime Minister Metz blurted out: "Only two seats?"

"Yes, father, I am sure of it."

Willas spread his hands. "The position of Prime Minister, plus the position of Chancellor of the Exchequer, but the king gave the core power of the kingdom to Tyrell."

Blinking his eyes, Prime Minister Mace felt a little dizzy. After a pause, he chose to test his successor: "What do you think of this matter?"

He stroked his beard and looked at me dignifiedly: "Villas, eh, let me hear your thoughts."

Willas's expression remained unchanged. He hesitated for a moment and replied, "Father, ever since Green Crabbe became the regent of the kingdom, I have been paying attention to his every move."

Prime Minister Mace nodded and continued, "From that time on, the Bloody Earl put away his sword. At the same time, the heir of the Prince of Dorne became his new sword, and he hid behind it..."

Listening to this, a hint of jealousy flashed across Prime Minister Mace's face, and he interrupted, "A cunning Dornish woman, she has no sense of honor."

Willas smiled gently: "At least she got what she wanted. Now, no one will 'worry' about her status as the heir to Dorne."

"She willingly became the king's sword, and he gave the Hand's necklace to his father, so he successfully established the Tyrell-Cleber-Martell alliance and became the king without a crown."

As he spoke, Vilas couldn't help but sigh: "Sometimes I even suspect that the gods in heaven have specially blessed his wisdom."

He spread his hands and said, "Normally, it's impossible for a 'monster' like him to be born on Crab Claw Peninsula."

Prime Minister Mace also sighed: "When I suddenly met Daenerys Targaryen, when the three-headed dragon suddenly appeared above the Red Castle... To be honest, he is indeed a natural king, and the Seven Gods love him." Picking up the wine glass, Willas lowered his eyes, took a sip of wine, paused, and then said: "Father, I found that Green I attaches great importance to the stability of the kingdom. Since he took charge of the kingdom as regent, perhaps..."

His light brown eyes turned to the Lord of Highgarden. "...He knew that the name of Crab was not enough to consolidate the kingdom, although his Targaryen wife made up for it."

He sighed softly, "Tyrell means a lot to him. We are being too generous."

The Duke of Highgarden understood the euphemism of the heir to Highgarden. He was not displeased by it. He just suddenly missed his smart and well-behaved daughter.

Although his Margaery failed to inherit his art of war, she inherited a lot of his wisdom, and she was always able to cooperate well with his sophisticated means of power.

Willas didn't know that he was slightly despised by his kind father. He continued to speak: "Father, we should make the 'deal' between Tyrell and the king more reasonable, so as to maintain our friendship."

Looking at his eldest son who was looking directly at him, Prime Minister Mace sighed in his heart, but a hint of pride flashed across his face: "Villas, my heir, you still need to grow up."

He stroked his carefully trimmed triangular beard and said, "If nothing unexpected happens, your daughter will wear the queen's crown, and Tyrell will become the queen's family."

"My daughter?" Willas's smile was still elegant. "That will be at least a dozen years later, father. Tyrell's investment deserves reasonable 'reward' from the king."

Prime Minister Mace leaned back in his chair, placed his hands on the armrests on either side of the chair, and announced, "No, Willas, your mission is to get married as soon as possible and have your wife give birth to the future queen of the Seven Kingdoms."

He taught with joy and earnestness: "Compared to the small rewards at hand, the Queen's crown is one of Tyrell's best rewards."

After a moment of silence, Willas flexed his fingers slightly: "Have you chosen someone yet?"

Hand Mace nodded. "Sansa Stark."

Hearing this, Willas couldn't help but be slightly startled: "Winterfell?"

"Willas, your daughter will be a combination of Tyrell-Stark-Tully. Who better to be the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms?"

"Father, Tully is now the Lord of Riverrun with only the title of Duke left, and Stark... is likely to become the next Lannister."

"No, Stark will not suffer the same fate as Lannister. Lord Green will not forget that the Crabbe family survived because of Lord Eddard Stark."

As he spoke, Prime Minister Mace stroked his beard and sighed again: "Green is a kind king."

Willas paused, and raised the corners of her lips reluctantly: "Yes, this cannot be denied. Even Cersei Lannister, he gave her a noble death."

Prime Minister Mace laughed: "I think that woman must have given His Majesty Green a headache for a long time."

Then, he waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, Willas. When I lead the army to capture Winterfell, the eldest daughter of Rune Wolf will be your bride."

After saying this, Duke Mace couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction. Women of Tully bloodline were very fertile. His plan was perfect.

Although Willas felt that his father was too optimistic, he still expressed his agreement. The heir of Highgarden was already accustomed to this way.

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The Wall, the Great Hall of Castle Black.

Crunch———

The heavy door was pushed open by the guards wearing antler helmets, and Melisandre, wearing a red cloak, slowly walked through.

On the stone steps, Stannis, with a haggard face, sat motionless in a high-backed chair, like an ice sculpture.

When Melisandre paused at the foot of the stone steps, his cold voice rang out: "Woman, are you ready?"

(End of this chapter)