Hearing the movement, Queen Cersei turned her head to look. Her cheeks were flushed with wine, and she gently swirled the glass in her hand, her posture alluring.
Queen Cersei offered a gentle smile and said, "Green, you're here."
She pointed to the wooden chair opposite her and added, "Please sit, my dear Warden of the East."
My dear... My dear Green... Lord Greene's brown eyes trembled slightly. This seemingly ordinary address reminded him of the memorable love letter (Chapter 286) that had left a deep impression on him.
Lord Greene nodded slightly. After he sat down, Queen Cersei saw Ser Jaime and Ser Osney still standing at the door. She frowned and said, "Jaime, you and he stand guard outside the door. Don't let anyone else disturb me."
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Ser Osney bowed and then 'obediently' turned and left.
Seeing Jaime still standing there, Queen Cersei's voice held a hint of impatience: "Ser Jaime, is there anything else?"
Jaime Lannister hesitated for a moment before saying, "I'll be right outside, Cersei... Your Majesty."
After speaking, he glanced at Lord Greene, who was watching him, then turned and pushed the door open to leave.
Seeing Jaime leave with a 'threat' but depart so readily, Lord Greene's chest couldn't help but heave slightly. As the dignified Kingsguard, couldn't he learn to be a little more assertive?
The door closed softly.
Lord Greene's gaze shifted to Queen Cersei, and he smiled, saying, "Queen Cersei, Ser Jaime has his duties. I think he is concerned for your safety."
Queen Cersei let out a soft hum and said, "Ser Jaime told me that I recommended you as a Master for the Small Council, but Hand of the King Tywin refused."
Lord Greene picked up the golden wine jug, poured a glass of wine, and asked, "Refused, did he?"
Queen Cersei's voice held a hint of anger: "Ser Kevan relayed Hand of the King Tywin's words to Jaime, and then Jaime relayed them to me. What do they mean by this?! My father's intention is clear: he doesn't want me to interfere with the Small Council."
Lord Greene swirled his wine glass, frowned, and said, "If Joffrey... I apologize. After seeing the King this morning, I keep thinking he has reached the age of ruling independently."
He took a sip of wine: "King Joffrey is thirteen this year... According to the current situation, we could say we will have at least three years of power vacuum. That's too long."
Mentioning her son, Queen Cersei smiled proudly and said, "Joffrey is a born King."
After a pause, anger returned to her voice: "For my son, I will never... and can never back down."
Lord Greene pondered for a moment, then reminded her, "Ser Jaime is the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard; he has the right to attend the Small Council. At least with him there, the Small Council's actions won't escape your notice."
Queen Cersei snorted coldly. She took a sip of summer red and said, "Only ears, but no tongue—what good is that? Green, I'll tell you directly: Hand of the King Tywin's son doesn't have the courage to disobey his own father."
After hearing this, Lord Greene shrugged. Queen Cersei was indeed very direct. Her purpose in recommending him as Master of Coin was to hope... that he would 'fight' fiercely with Hand of the King Tywin on the Small Council, or rather... at least make her old father uncomfortable.
He began, "Of the seven seats on the Small Council, besides Lord Hand Tywin, Ser Kevan is the Master of Laws, Tyrion is the Master of Coin, plus Jaime... plus the respectful Ser Jaime, he already occupies four seats."
After a pause, he added, "According to the alliance between House Lannister and House Tyrell, House Tyrell will have two seats on the Small Council (Chapter 235)."
He spread his hands: "Of the seven chairs on the Small Council, Lord Hand Tywin has already taken six, leaving only the last one."
He leaned his upper body slightly forward: "I also heard... that in five days at most, Prince Oberyn Martell of the Marches will arrive in King's Landing. He was invited by Lord Hand Tywin."
Queen Cersei said disdainfully, "Why would Hand of the King Tywin invite the Dornish? They are utterly..."
As she spoke, she suddenly paused and asked Lord Greene, "Is the last chair reserved for the Dornish?"
Lord Greene nodded slightly and said, "The answer is quite obvious, my Queen. Lord Hand Tywin's intentions are clear. But..."
He spread his hands: "Hand of the King Tywin should also know that one Small Council seat will not satisfy the Dornish appetite."
Queen Cersei's emerald eyes flickered. She flexed her slender fingers and asked coldly, "What do you suspect? Tell me."
The two looked at each other for a moment, then Lord Greene sighed softly and replied, "Your Majesty, I think you've also guessed the answer: a marriage alliance."
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