iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 671 The Palace
"An envoy from the North, before you stands—"

"Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Stormborn, the Unburnt, Mother of Dragons, of House Targaryen—"

"Your Majesty Daenerys I!"

As the chief steward finished chanting, Lord Roose Bolton, standing below, bowed to the high and mighty Targaryen Queen with his hand on his chest.

His light-colored eyes glanced upwards, and his voice, though soft, was clear enough: "Your Majesty, please allow Dreadfort to convey the Stark family's respects to you (Chapter 598)."

Count Luce disembarked yesterday at noon, when the sun was at its brightest. When he stepped onto the Blackwater River dock, he even mistook it for the free trading city-state across the Narrow Sea.

Prosperity, order, and cleanliness.

Starting from the docks and passing through the city, what he saw... King's Landing seemed to have been given a new look.

It's not just a simple change of "clothes"; this royal city, filled with laughter and joy, is thriving.

This was completely different from his impression of King's Landing as dirty, chaotic, and smelly.

Not only was he skilled in warfare, but he was also good at governance. Although he tried to overestimate him, did he still underestimate King Green Clayber?

The Targaryen descendant before him brought with him a dowry that included not only the right to rule, but also a three-headed dragon…

Ha, living in the same world as a man like that, you probably wouldn't even have the right to complain...

……

Daenerys, adorned with a crown of dragons and flowers, glanced briefly at the Northern envoy below, who stood like an ice sculpture. Her lips moved slightly, about to speak, when… the Grand Maester Paisell, accompanying her, sneered first: “Lord Bolton, you should be offering the Queen the sincerity of the North, and you should also be expressing the Duke of Winterfell’s true feelings to our Queen…”

As he spoke, he glanced up ingratiatingly, then turned sternly to the Earl of Dreadfort: “The Starks and the North should remember the Queen’s kindness for generations to come and serve the Targaryen-Claybers faithfully for generations to come.”

He paused, his expression remaining impassive: "The Starks and the North, including House Bolton, will forever remember Her Majesty the Queen's kindness and magnanimity, and will serve the Iron Throne of Targaryen Clyber with unwavering loyalty."

Earl Luce's excessive subservience caused Grand Secretary Paisell's old face to stiffen slightly. His intention was to subtly provoke the Northern envoy and take the opportunity to demonstrate his loyalty to the Queen.

The maester's necklace jingled softly, and he snorted again: "If the North were loyal enough, Earl Bolton, Her Majesty the Queen should have received the envoys from the North two months ago. Don't you think you're too late?"

Upon hearing such a direct question, Count Roosevelt's cold eyes finally swept over Paisell.

He paused, then turned his gaze upwards, his voice becoming more respectful: "Your Majesty, being late is tantamount to being absent. As the Lord of Winterfell and the guardian of the North, it is Stannis's sacred duty to eliminate the remnants of the invading usurpers. His loyalty to the King and Queen is beyond question."

Sensing the Queen's gaze, Pascal straightened his back and sneered sarcastically, "The Wall also has the eyes of the Red Keep. As far as I know—Edward Stark is very sympathetic to Stannis's plight. Lord Bolton, am I mistaken?"

silence.

Lord Roosevelt's thin lips moved slightly: "Your Excellency, the Duke of Stark is merely seeking peace in the North; methods for quelling rebellions are not limited to the sword."

"Ah."

Grand Maester Paisell stroked his thick white beard with an arrogant expression: "Earl, just before you entered the throne room, a raven delivered news that His Majesty Green's blade has ended Stannis's life." Upon hearing this, the Earl of Dreadfort's eyes trembled slightly.

Stannis is dead? Didn't that troublesome guy still have thousands of loyal knights and soldiers?
King Green was so powerful? No wonder he was a renowned general known throughout the seven kingdoms!

Simultaneously.

His hand, which was behind his back, clenched into a fist. Such important information... as an envoy from the North, he was not the first to know it.

After a brief pause, Earl Luce bowed slightly upwards: "Your Majesty, this is another gesture of goodwill from the Duke of Winterfell who sent me on this mission. Congratulations, and thank you and the King for bringing true peace and tranquility to the Seven Kingdoms."

Although Lord Bolton spoke eloquently, as if he had known about Stannis's death in advance, it was clear that the envoy from the North had just learned of it from him, and this could not be hidden from his eyes.

After all, he had lived in the palace for decades and served several kings...

and.

It is also quite obvious that Lord Roose's mission was rushed, otherwise Stark would certainly have had a way to get the message to Lord Bolton first.

The Northerners really have no sincerity!

Do these northern barbarians deserve Queen Daenerys's mercy?!

Overjoyed, Paisell naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity to show off, but... just as he was rubbing his hands together in anticipation, the voice of Viscount Velas Tyrell, another minister who had been quietly sitting in his wheelchair and was also accompanying the audience, suddenly came over.

"Thank you for the blessing from the North."

Chancellor of the Exchequer, Velas, smiled faintly and nodded gracefully toward the Iron Throne above: "Queen Daenerys, congratulations. The war in the North is over. Perhaps we can now speak with Lord Bolton about their specialty... the fur trade."

Paisell's determination to please the Queen was unwavering and would not be deterred by Velas's interruption. However, upon seeing the Queen gently wave her hand, he immediately withdrew his raised foot.

On the Iron Throne, Daenerys's lips curled into a fleeting smile as she glanced down at the Grand Maester, who immediately stood obediently in place. At that moment... she seemed to understand why Grimm had entrusted the elderly Paisell to the Council of Kings.

This also further reinforces Green's maxim: "A king's thinking should not be swayed by personal emotions."

Her red lips parted slowly: "Lord Bolton, thank you for your visit. Winter is coming, and the people of the kingdom cannot do without furs for the winter. I will entrust this matter to Viscount Tyrell, and I hope that both the people and the North will benefit."

Count Luce paused slightly, glanced in the direction of Velas, then placed his hand on his chest again: "Your Majesty, the North will certainly do its utmost..."

At this moment, Paisell suddenly interrupted the Northern envoy's speech: "Your Majesty, and all of you, war brings not only sorrow, but also post-war reconstruction!"

As he spoke, he tremblingly wiped his eyes with his wide sleeve, his voice choked with emotion: "The war has also robbed the people of their hope. The merciful Queen Daenerys and King Green have been saving countless poor souls... alas..."

Earl Luce frowned slightly, while Viscount Velas beside him remained silent.

(End of this chapter)