iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 647 God's Judgment 2
Green was frowning as he savored Winterfell's sour wine when Ser Brienne brought in Arya, her eyes red.

"Green."

Arriving in front of her, Arya nimbly jumped and tightly hugged Green's neck, feeling incredibly sad.

Grimm first gestured for Brienne to step back, then gently patted the little wolf girl's back: "What happened, my Miss Stark?"

“Mom doesn’t love me. She favors Sansa and Rickon.” Arya sniffled, heartbroken. “I’m going to find Father. I’m never going to be with Mom again!”

“If you’re referring to the matter of making ‘Barristan the Intrepid’ into Mr. Rickon, I have to tell you something much crueler.”

Hearing this, Arya released Green, turned to the side, and looked at him with her big, watery eyes.

She sniffled again, even more heartbroken: "I knew it, you also prefer Sansa and Rickon, even though we are the best friends."

"It seems you already know."

As he spoke, Green spread one hand out: "I'm sorry, Arya, I didn't expect this to hurt you, and I think... Lady Caitlin feels the same way."

He ruffled Arya's fluffy head: "But can you get used to court life? Rickon is the only boy in the Stark family now, and he has to go through this."

He seemed to treat her as an equal adult and continued, "This is also for the future of the kingdom. The friendship between Clyburn and Stark began with me and Duke Ned, and it needs to be passed down and accumulated from generation to generation. In this way, the kingdom can maintain long-term peace."

Arya's little face scrunched up as she barely managed to "digest" Green's words: "What about me?"

Looking at her, Green smiled and said, "Isn't your dream to become a knight?"

Upon hearing this, Arya's eyes lit up immediately: "You'll support me, right?"

Green tilted his head slightly: "Why would I not support you? Aren't we good friends?"

Arya couldn't suppress the corners of her mouth from turning up, but she still pretended to be angry and pouted, saying, "Okay, since you're so honest, I'll continue to be your friend."

Green's expression was slightly exaggerated: "Oh, thank you for your magnanimity, Miss Stark."

"Hehehe." Arya couldn't help but laugh.

Grimm patted Arya and put her down, but she turned her eyes slightly and said, "I heard you're planning to go to Long Lake."

Green deliberately corrected him seriously: "It's for military training. I'm still a little worried about whether the royal army can handle long marches. You know, the further north you go, the colder it gets, and the snow gets thicker."

Arya immediately revealed her true intentions: "Take me with you, I want to come too!"

She paused, then added angrily, "We're not bringing Rickon!"

After saying that, the little wolf girl stared at Green expectantly, afraid that he would reject her good idea.

Green thought for a moment, then glanced at the map on the table. He paused for a moment before slowly speaking, "Joining the King's hunting party means you will absolutely obey military orders, otherwise..."

Arya shouted back, "Punish me then!"

After confirming with Green again, Arya was finally relieved and skipped away from the room.

Green leaned back in his chair, pretending to doze off. After a long while, he got up from the chair and picked up "Lady of Emptiness".

bass---

Drawing his sword, Grimm slowly wiped the gleaming Valyrian steel blade with an oiled leather strap.

It's time to show our fighting strength...

.........

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The flames in the fireplace were almost reduced to ashes, the last glimmer of orange light weakly licking the damp firewood, making a soft crackling sound.

Stannis sat alone in front of the fireplace, the occasional flickering flames barely illuminating half of his face—his sunken eye sockets, his cheekbones that looked as if they had been sculpted by a knife, and the gray beard stuck to his chin.

His hands rested on the armrests, his knuckles protruding, his skin wrinkled like crumpled and unfolded parchment, covered with age spots.

He was emaciated, yet his back remained straight, as if he were nailed there by invisible nails.

flapping flapping —

The sound of flapping wings broke the deathly silence.

"deserter."

After a while, Stannis's teeth suddenly started grinding, uttering a cold sound.

Outside the window, the faint outline of a crow moved, and the small round window opened by itself, allowing it to climb in.

The black raven's three eyes fell upon the figure before the fireplace. Its black beak remained still, yet its aged voice pierced Stannis's ears. "I am not your servant, King of the Seven Kingdoms."

"The King?" Stannis's deep blue eyes flickered, a cold smile playing on his thin lips. "Am I of use again?"

[In the realm of humanity, I cannot be too involved; my assistance is limited to...]

Before the Three-Eyed Raven could finish speaking, Stannis interrupted, "Stop talking nonsense. Tell me why you're here while I still have the patience."

Grimm Clyburn has come to the North. You are no match for him, so I have no choice but to leave.

The Three-Eyed Raven calmly stated the facts, and Stannis once again let out a chilling grinding of his teeth: "Ha, hypocrite, if you could choose him, you wouldn't be standing in front of me."

Yes, defeating the White Walkers requires the prophesied prince, but you are not him, and neither is he.

Upon hearing this, Stannis suddenly flew into a rage: "You damned prince! You manipulate the Seven Kingdoms with your damned prophecies, if I..."

As he spoke, his thin frame undulated. He barely suppressed his raging anger, then gritted his teeth and forced out the words: "If I have the chance, I will put all your heads on the tips of spears."

[The seven kings, their destinies have already been set; only the prophesied prince can defeat the Night King and save all living beings.]

Stannis clenched his fist on the armrest, and after a long while, he slowly spoke: "It's not me, and it's not Green Clayber, who... is he?"

[After the long summer, the stars weep blood, and the prophesied prince will be reborn in the land of smoke and salt, awakening the dragon within the stone.]

She has descended upon King's Landing with three dragons.

Stannis clenched his fist: "Daenerys Targaryen is the prince of prophecy?"

Her father was the king.

"Oh---"

Stannis's face was full of sarcasm: "Even a man like Green Clayber was ultimately manipulated by that damned prophecy."

Everything is predestined.

"Hehehe..."

Stannis's suppressed, strange laughter echoed in the room. After a pause, he suddenly asked, "You're a Targaryen?"

"...I am the Three-Eyed Raven, the last Green Prophet."

Stannis's eyes held a hidden scrutiny, and his face returned to its icy expression: "Tell me, why have you reappeared?"

Long Lake, Wolfwood, defeat Grimm Clyde—this is your only chance.

Stannis narrowed his eyes: "He is the most cunning fox in the Seven Kingdoms, he won't give me a chance."

He is a human being, not a god.

Stannis stared intently at the Three-Eyed Raven, a cold smile flashing across his face: "And then? Are you going to tell that prince how to take my head?"

You still bear the mission of saving lives, King of the Seven Kingdoms; perhaps you can change the course of destiny.

Grimm Clyde is the prince's cage; only you can break 'it'.

The savior of all living beings is not Grimm Kleber.

It can only be you or her.

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Red Fort, Mega Tower.

Theon Greyjoy, dressed in magnificent attire, knelt before the Targaryen queen and solemnly declared, "I swear by the drowning god that the Iron Islands will forever be loyal to the Queen and the King."

The Queen of the Seven Kingdoms' voice descended from above: "Rise, Duke of Pike."

Theon stood up, then raised his chin, slowly turned around, and thoroughly enjoyed the envious glances from the surrounding crowd.

Then, he turned back towards the direction of the Queen and proclaimed, "Your Majesty Daenerys, the Iron Islands will send a thousand warships to support the King within three months, I guarantee it!"

hum!
As Theon's voice faded, the crowd gasped in surprise.

Theon raised his chin high again, pleased with their reaction. He wanted everyone to know that the Iron Islands, under his leadership, would surpass their former glory.

(End of this chapter)