iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 94

Petyr took a sip of Summer Red, put down his wine glass, and said, "Earl Green, I was full of ambition when Duke Jon entrusted me as the imperial finance minister, but when I actually participated in the imperial meeting, I realized that I could only choose to be wise and protect myself. "

After a pause, Petyr said: "Your Majesty's younger brother, the Minister of Justice, Lord Renly, is keen on dressing up, and the golden dragons he spends on his clothes may not even compare to Her Highness the Queen.

Ser Barristan, Captain of the Kingsguard, loves his honour, Grand Maester Pycelle, Counselor to the King, only cares about his hard-earned position, Varys, Head of Intelligence... only the gods know what he thinks.besides……"

Petyr almost forgot about the weak Stannis Baratheon.

"Lord Stannis, Sea Lord, will not return to the Council until someone sends all the daughters of King's Landing to sea."

Green smiled and shook his head: "It does sound a bit bad, but the imperial meeting has a charming charm, and many people rush to the seat of the imperial meeting."

The Imperial Council is the highest authority in the kingdom's government affairs. It is the adviser and minister who assists the king in handling the kingdom's government affairs, and is responsible for providing advice and consultation to the king from their respective professional perspectives.

The appointment and dismissal of the members of the Royal Council is decided by the king. The Royal Council directly obeys the king. When the king is absent, the king's hand will act as his representative. If the king is a minor, the regent will act as the king.

Due to the tradition of worshiping the number seven brought by the Andals, there are usually seven members of the meeting, and their functions and powers are: Hand of the King, Grand Master, Captain of the Royal Guard, Minister of Justice, Minister of Finance, and Maritime Affairs. Minister, Chief of Intelligence.

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Petyr shrugged and said, "The interests of the family are higher than the interests of the kingdom."

Regarding Petyr's heart-to-heart confession, Green was moved on the surface, but in his heart he only regarded his words as reference materials.

Green's brown eyes trembled slightly: "Now I understand why Prime Minister Jon hasn't recovered. He is exhausted."

Petyr leaned his back against the back of the chair, sighed softly, and said, "Duke Jon has been bearing the heavy responsibility of the kingdom silently for a long time. His broad shoulders are almost crushed by the great affairs of the kingdom and other worries." .

Especially his son, Robert Arryn's body has always been thin and weak, Madam Arryn is worried about this all day long, she hardly dares to let him out of sight.

Such internal and external pressure, I think even a strong and strong person can hardly bear it, not to mention that Duke Jon is not young anymore, so it is not surprising that he is exhausted physically and mentally. "

Duke Jon is indeed an admirable person, but for Green, he can't like this person, especially after being stared at by him all the time.

It's not about right or wrong, it's about opposing positions.

The position represented by Jon Arryn is the Kingdom and the Vale, and the position represented by Grimm Crabber is the Crab Claw Peninsula.

After the War of the Reavers, the nobles of the valley led by Duke Jon have suppressed the Crab Claw Peninsula for more than ten years, and the accumulated hatred between the two places can be said to be unsolvable without bloodshed.

The Valley and Crab Claw Peninsula are also geographical neighbors.

It’s fine if the Crab Claw Peninsula has been weak, but Duke Jon is already old and weak, and the power of the Crab Claw Peninsula has been integrated step by step by Green’s Kleiber family. As time goes by, even if a war breaks out suddenly one day No surprises.

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Green smiled complicatedly, raised his glass and said, "For the health of the old Duke."

Petyr's gray-green eyes moved, he took a sip of Xia Rihong, raised the corners of his lips, and said, "Ha, I really hope that Duke Jon is here, he will be moved by you."

Green spread his hands helplessly: "I just hope that the old Duke will stop paying attention to me. His love for me is too deep for me to reciprocate."

Petyr's eyes flickered: "It's difficult for the time being. I worked as a tax officer in Seagull Town. Someone told me that a song from the Crab Claw Peninsula became a forbidden song there."

The topic between the two, Petyr naturally shifted from the imperial meeting to Seagull Town in the valley.

Green sneered and said, "It's very innocent, but that song is actually pretty good."

Petyr shrugged: "I understand them. They always think that the valley is the safest place in all of Westeros, and they have developed a habit of making a big fuss."

Hearing this, Green's hand holding the wine glass stiffened for a moment, which deepened the elegant smile on Petyr's face.

Petyr had confirmed Grimm's attitude towards the Vale.

Through the intelligence on paper, Petyr already knew the hatred towards the Crab Claw Peninsula, and tonight was just a further confirmation.

It was Petyr's way, and he liked or was used to being infallible.

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"Sooner or later, conflicts will be resolved."

After saying a word, Petyr raised his wine glass very gracefully, gestured towards Green, and continued: "The most dangerous thing in the vast sea is not the storm, but the danger of people's hearts. The royal fleet appeared in the city-state of Essos It will be regarded as an invasion, Earl Green, you need a reliable sea mercenary group even more now."

Green's eyes moved: "Master Petyr, only when I have really contacted you can I know you who is loved by Huiquan. This is one of the things I am most worried about."

"one of them?"

Petyr smiled and said: "It seems that you are worried about Queen Cersei... Earl Green, although we are pawns in the eyes of big shots, when you have value, you can sell it for a price. No matter what Is it superficial or factual, now that you are entrusted with important tasks by His Majesty Robert and Prime Minister Jon, the person who should be most anxious should not be you."

Green froze for a moment, and said with emotion: "Lord Petyr, your eyes are shining brightly, please accept my sincere thanks."

After saying that, Green thanked Petyr earnestly touching his chest.

Petyr shook his head slightly, and said: "Earl Green, we are friends, there is no need to thank friends for their kind words, and it is too early to thank them."

Seeing Green's puzzled eyes, Petyr's lips curled up, and he said again: "There is a small-scale sea mercenary group, they own a sea ship, relying on escorting the merchant ships in the valley between Westeros and Essos to feed yourself.

I've heard of them a long time ago, and they've always had a good reputation, but most of their members are from the North and have been marginalized by their Vale counterparts, barely getting by.

Maybe it was hard to get through, or these honest men believed something. The Yankees were not afraid of the heat, and they planned to go to Dorne to try their luck.Coincidentally, this matter let me know..."

After a pause, Petyr spread his hands and continued: "I don't think the Crab Claw Peninsula is short of soldiers, but there is a shortage of sailors, so I helped them get two more sea ships. Of course, I contacted you in your name. They, Lord Green."

Rain in time for Petyr?

Green's face suppressed his excitement, but he was filled with emotion for Petyr's way of winning people's hearts.

Flexible bottom line, outstanding brains, enough ambition...Green subconsciously raised Petyr's danger level by one level.

[That summer, Green, with his hands in his pockets, looked around...and met an opponent]

Green had no choice but to get up, and opened his arms towards Petyr, his tone full of gratitude: "Master Petyr, thank you for your generosity, Kleiber will always remember it."

"You're welcome, it's a gift to celebrate your promotion to the title."

Petyr also spread his hands, embraced Green, and patted Green on the back a few times.

After sitting down again, Petyr folded his legs and leaned on the back of the chair: "Soon, we will see them in your Mermaid Harbor. The upright Yankees are traveling day and night, rushing to serve you."

There is no gratuitous kindness in Game of Thrones, let alone Petyr, who has always been shrewd.

What would Petyr Baelish's purpose be?
Valley... A smile appeared on Green's face, and he said, "Master Petyr, thank you again, now I have nothing to worry about."

After knocking on the door, two girls entered the room.

One has red hair and blue eyes, and the other has blonde hair and blue eyes.

The milk-like skin and enchanting figure are even more charming under the candlelight.

Petyr blinked one eye, pointed to the blond girl, and said to Green: "Earl Green, you still need the encouragement of the beauty, tonight is the night of no return."

It turned out that Petyr liked this, and Green understood Petyr in an instant.

Green raised his face and smiled... Well, this can be regarded as a victory in disguise.

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The night of King's Landing, Kleiber's new house.

"Only here is the light."

The door of the study was pushed open, and Tyrion Lannister stepped in.

Samwell, who was immersed in the book, heard the movement, raised his head from the book and looked towards the door.

The door opened, and he seemed to hear voices...but no one was found.

Samwell shuddered, and a look of fear appeared on his face.

"Fat boy, look down, you offend me."

Samwell came back to his senses, and quickly looked in the direction of the sound.

The eyes of Samwell and Tyrion collided.

Samwell was startled, stood up quickly, nodded awkwardly and apologized: "Good night, Lord Tyrion, I... I did not mean to offend."

Tyrion ignored Samwell, climbed to the chair and sat down, rolled his eyes and opened the book, saying, "What are you reading?"

Samwell replied stiffly, "It's about dragons."

Tyrion said with great interest: "Samwell, you like dragons too? Also, sit down for me. I don't like darkness. Your body blocks the candlelight."

"Sorry, my lord."

With a bang, Samwell hurriedly sat down.

"Kleiber Territory pays attention to bows and arrows. I do it for research... The book says that the keel is black because of its high iron content, so the keel is as hard as iron. But it is also extremely light and flexible. A bow made of keel can easily Beyond the range of wooden bows."

After listening patiently, Tyrion said, "It seems that you have found your own way, the eldest son of the famous general Randyll?"

Samwell moved his mouth and lowered his head silently.

"This question of mine seems to have affected your mood. I'm sorry, but dwarves don't always know how to read words and expressions. The senior dwarves who have always been jugglers are all casually dressed and open-mouthed. I am not an outlier."

A sentence from Tyrion made Samwell smile shyly.

Tyrion nodded with satisfaction: "You are very nice, you can understand my humor. In the whole King's Landing, except Green, there is another you."

Samwell scratched the back of his head embarrassingly.

Tyrion grinned and said, "Eldest son of Lord Randyll Tarly?"

There was a trace of sadness on Samwell's face: "Lord Tyrion, I am the son of Earl Randall Tarly, he... doesn't like me, and I have already left there."

Tyrion shrugged and said, "Another poor wretch without a father's love."

Samwell understood the meaning of Tyrion's words, and said puzzledly: "Sorry, I can't imagine how sad you are."

Tyrion laughed: "Sam, you have a smart brain, I like you."

Samwell smiled shyly.

Tyrion propped himself up with one hand, stretched most of his body out of the chair, and pulled the open books over with the other hand: "Dragon is an interesting knowledge. When I was your age, I often Dreaming of having your own dragon one day... what does that look mean in your eyes? Don't you ever have such a dream?"

Samwell admitted honestly: "There have been, but there are no dragons in the world anymore."

"Have I recognized the cruel truth so early? I have deceived myself for at least a few years."

"You might prefer dragons."

"Aha, so don't want to be disillusioned?"

Tyrion shook his head and said, "I like dragons because as long as I can ride on the back of a dragon, even a stunted, deformed and ugly boy can look down on the world. Bad childhood..."

Tyrion seemed to be recalling, with a cold and emotionless tone: "When I was a child, I used to hide in the tunnel deep in Casterly Rock City and light a fire. Looking at the raging flames, I fantasized that it was the fire spit out by a dragon. I could see it for a long time. .Occasionally, I fantasize about...always not sure if I'm his real dad burnt to death by the dragon, and sometimes it's my older sister."

Tyrion, who lowered his head slightly, quietly raised his eyes and glanced at Samwell, who was frightened, and couldn't help laughing.

"If Green hears this, he will seriously persuade me to act instead of heart, haha."

Tyrion's humor made him shudder... Samwell wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand.

Tyrion smiled for a while, then restrained his smile, and his tone became serious: "For me, these are in the past, and they can't hurt me anymore, so now I can use them as jokes. Sam, please remember, dare to face Facing the past and daring to choose the future, these are your life support.”

After finishing speaking, Tyrion quickly jumped off the chair, stretched out his hand and patted Samwell's... knee, hummed a popular warm tone in King's Landing, turned around and walked away.

Tyrion's kind words before he left seemed to hit the deepest part of Samwell's heart, causing him to be deeply shaken.

Samwell looked at Tyrion's young figure, the candlelight stretching his shadow very long.

Samwell's vision blurred for a moment, as if he saw a giant.

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Free trade city-state, Pentos, governor's mansion.

Daenerys Targaryen's handmaidens are still dead.

Magister Illyrio's physician tells Daenerys that her handmaiden has wounded an internal organ that cannot be healed.

The grief-stricken Daenerys had nightmares all night.

"You have awakened the wrath of the Sleeping Dragon!"

There was not even a piece of cloth on Daenerys' body in the dream, and Viserys struck again, punching and kicking her with a twisted face.

Daenerys was so frightened that she tried to run away from Viserys, but her body would not obey her.

Daenerys's thigh was dripping with blood, and she was moaning with her eyes closed, only to hear a hideous tear, followed by a majestic fire crackling, as if someone was responding to her.

Daenerys opened her eyes and saw that Viserys had disappeared, and huge pillars of fire rose all around, with a dragon in the middle of the pillars of fire.

The dragon turned its head slowly, and Daenerys woke up the moment her giant lava-like eyes met Daenerys' gaze.

When she awoke, Daenerys was shaking and sweating.

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Daenerys' cheeks flushed by Viserys, coupled with her embarrassing figure, forced Governor Illyrio to postpone her wedding plan.

Magister Illyrio was a merchant, dealing in spices and gems and dragon bones, among other shady dealings.

He made friends widely, not only in the nine free trade cities, but also as far as Vaes Dothraki in the east, and the legendary land along the Jade Sea.

Rumor has it that as long as the price is paid, he is willing to betray any friend.

Magister Illyrio said, "My lord, Viserys, your sister must at least look like a princess."

Viserys said loudly, "Of course she is a princess, and she is a Princess of Dragonstone, a true princess."

Governor Illyrio patiently explained: "Your Majesty, you need an army. What you need now is Princess Daenerys, not a poor little girl. People in the world are used to judging the value of objects with their eyes."

Viserys finally listened.

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Viserys couldn't scar Daenerys, but he had other options.

"Get rid of the habit of hunchback, and hold your head up for me."

Viserys reached out and pushed Daenerys' shoulders back, his fingers running slowly over Daenerys' parts.

"My sister, don't make a fool of me in the future, if something goes wrong... you don't want to wake up the wrath of the sleeping dragon, do you?"

Viserys' slightly twisted smile made Daenerys shudder unconsciously.

Viserys' fingers squeezed tighter and tighter, and even Daenerys was in pain through her coat.

"Do you understand?"

"Oh, I see……"

Only then did Viserys show a satisfied look, and caressed Daenerys's silver hair lovingly: "One day when I regain the Iron Throne, I will never forget your contribution."

The Iron Throne...the land on the other side of the Narrow Sea, where my brother always claimed that Westeros, which she had never seen, was theirs.

Those names in his mouth: Casterly Rock City, Eagle's Nest City, Highgarden, Arryn Valley, Dorne, etc., to Daenerys, they are just a patchwork of words.

They had been forced to flee King's Landing because of the Reaver's War, Viserys was a boy of eight, and Daenerys was comfortably in her mother's womb.

Daenerys only vaguely remembered Ser William Darry, a huge, gray bearded man who, even later half-blind, could roar and give orders from his sickbed.

The servants were afraid of Ser William Darry, but he had always been kind to Daenerys, his hands were soft as leather, and he called her his little princess.

They lived in Braavos then, in a house with a red door, and Dany had her own room with a lemon tree outside her window.

After the death of Sir William, who was tortured by illness day and night, the servants stole all the little money left, and they were evicted from the spacious red house not long after.

Daenerys couldn't hold back her tears when the red-painted door closed for them forever.

Daenerys felt that it was her home there.

(End of this chapter)