Author: Leaning on the railing and letting the wind blow

A throne covered with sword blades and iron thorns, a glittering prime minister's necklace, a crimson velvet coat, a red cloak inlaid with gold wire and gems, a large gold medal pinned to his chest, and a huge emerald saddle ring on his fingertips

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Lord Tywin Lannister has a slender figure, broad shoulders, and indifferent light green eyes. He sits high on the throne.

The auditorium was filled with celebrities, wealthy businessmen and knights. They all heard who the king was going to meet today.

But Joffrey's figure never appeared in the hall.

There was still a commotion in the hall, and suddenly the master of ceremonies sang, "Marquis Cole Julius."

The black and gold clothing came from the bronze oak door. The gray cloak was wrapped around the neck and fastened to the chest with silver buttons. The pace was steady and majestic, and behind him were two fully armed knights.

The voice that had been silent suddenly became noisy again, filling the entire hall.

"Quiet!" Ser Kevan stood up and shouted.

He walked under the throne, raised his chest and saluted slightly, "Your Excellency the Prime Minister, the envoy of Stannis Baratheon, King of the Stormland and the Narrow Sea, Cole Julius, greets you."

Countless pairs of eyes glanced at him, and he saw Tywin and Kevan sitting on top.

Our Ser Kevan is basically bald, his beard is trimmed short, and his hair is golden.

Sitting on the other side of Ser Kevan Lannister was a blonde woman with blond curly hair, green eyes, and fair skin. She was looking at something blankly.

Moving on, Varys, and the girl in the green dress we saw that day, Garlan Tyrell

The mighty Lord Tywin responded, "On behalf of Joffrey Baratheon I, King of the Andals, Rhoynar and the First Men, Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, I challenge your storm.

Say hello to the king."

"I wonder if my son Tyrion's reception was thorough, and I hope I didn't neglect you." Duke Tywin's clear and solemn voice came from the throne.

"I am very grateful for your hospitality, Your Majesty."

"In addition to asking you to attend the king's wedding, does your Storm King bring any other commands or suggestions?" Lord Tywin tilted his body.

Cole looked straight up, "Of course, in addition to sending blessings to Lord Joffrey, my king also gave me a major mission."

"How dare you call the king by his name!?" Loras Tyrell, the Kingsguard standing under the throne, shouted loudly. The crowd responded to the scolding.

Cole smiled and said nothing.

Lord Tywin raised his hand, and the noise in the hall suddenly subsided.

"tell me the story?"

"My lords, are you afraid of death?" Cole glanced at him, then suddenly turned his head and asked.

No one answered him.

I just heard him chuckle, "It seems that you are all warriors who are not afraid of life and death."

"Do you think we are all cowards and fearful of death like Stannis?" someone shouted in a mocking tone.

Cole looked at him and saw that he was a sturdy nobleman with a golden tree embroidered on his coat of arms.

Following his words, the laughter rose and fell.

"Your Excellency, Prime Minister, I feel relieved to see so many fearless warriors fighting for you. I heard that Daenerys of House Targaryen and her husband, Dothraki Horse King Khal Drogo, collaborated with the Iron Islands

King Euron Greyjoy, the King of Sea Salt and Rocks, is preparing to cross the narrow sea, and I think you are already ready to fight them." He ignored the ridicule and said in a clear voice.

arrive.

"As far as I know, Khal Drogo has forty thousand cavalry, and the Ironborn have hundreds of longships. I just don't know how many knights and warships there are in King's Landing now?" he asked again.

Cole sighed, "In the Battle of the Blackwater, my king was defeated by a weak force. There were only a hundred warships stationed at Dragonstone, and Storm's End had only tens of thousands of soldiers and three thousand cavalry left.

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Some people can't help but wonder, is Stannis still that strong?

Of course not, but it costs nothing to bluff.

Just listen to Cole continue to say, "With the strength of our army, we will definitely be unable to defeat the joint efforts of the Ironborn and Dothraki. It seems that the important task of guarding the peace of Westeros will be entrusted to your fearless lords.

Although my king cares about ruling the people and wants to fight to the death with the enemies of the narrow sea, he does not want to let bandits invade the kingdom's land even if he fights to the death.

There are many honorable and powerful knights in King's Landing, and I think we will be able to repel the enemy. Then we can retreat to the north with peace of mind."

"Retreat to the north?" Ser Kevan asked.

"Yes, Lord Eddard Stark, Duke of the North, and my king have already reached an agreement. During the long winter, we will watch each other." He looked around, "I wonder if Miss Sansa of the Stark family

Are you there?"

A tall girl suddenly squeezed out of the auditorium. She had maroon hair, exquisite cheekbones, and sapphire eyes. She was elegant and graceful.

Cole saluted her, "Say hello to you, beautiful lady."

The girl hesitated for a while, then lifted up her skirt and returned the favor.

"A king without territory is not a king, ser." Lord Kevan said to him.

"The bravery of the warriors from the Stormlands and Dragonstone has been witnessed by everyone present." Duke Tywin said, "The Dothraki and the Ironborn are just barbaric people living on the grasslands and the sea. It is easy to repel them, but the mainland has been around for a long time.

After war, peace is needed. As the Stark family motto says, "Winter is coming," everyone.

The bachelors in the city speculate that this will be a long winter. Five, ten, or twenty years. Only the joint efforts of all parties can survive this long night. I wonder what you think, Sir Julius?"

He nodded slightly, "You are right, Your Excellency Prime Minister."

"very good."

They waited for Cole for two days before meeting him in the lobby today. It was already noon when he asked to leave.

The crowd dispersed from the hall, and Cole strode out after a slight salute.

A figure passed by and came to his side.

A belt that wraps around the body, a slightly open neckline, a dark purple skirt, and a gold silk waistband.

"Miss Stark." Cole nodded slightly.

Her heartbeat was racing. Sansa thought that Ser Loras, the Knight of Flowers, was already the most handsome man she had ever seen. But that day in the corridor of the garden, she saw an even more handsome face. He was even more handsome than Loras.

He is taller and more handsome than him, with a gentle and elegant smile and a little melancholy in his eyes.

"My lord, you just said something about Lord Stannis and my father." she asked.

"Of course, my dear father spent some time at Storm's End, but he has now returned to the north." He apologized slightly, "Please forgive me, my beautiful lady, for being busy with business, allow me to take my leave."

He walked sideways and whispered something beside her.

A glimmer of hope suddenly appeared in the girl's eyes.
Chapter completed!