After a moment of silence, Cersei Lannister sneered, "Hand of the King Tywin plans to win over the Dornish with a marriage alliance?"
She looked at Green: "Who in the Seven Kingdoms doesn't know the Martell's hatred for the Lannister? Unless..."
As she spoke, Cersei suddenly thought of Margaery of House Tyrell, and the hand gripping her wine glass tightened.
"Tyrion appeased the Dornish with the Mountain's head during his time as acting Lord Hand (Chapter 177). Sixteen years later, the Prince of Dorne... finally has a good reason to return to the heart of the Seven Kingdoms."
Green shrugged, then continued: "Family hatred cannot override family interests, and Prince Doran has no choice but to accept the candy offered by Lord Hand Tywin."
Finally, he added: "If they hadn't already reached some private agreement, I think... Prince Oberyn, far away in the borderlands, wouldn't have made a special trip here."
After hearing Green's analysis, Queen Dowager Cersei's full chest heaved for a moment, and she said coldly, "Martell is eyeing my Myrcella?"
A look of hesitation appeared on Green's face. He paused, then sighed, "My Queen Dowager, it's not just Princess Myrcella... she is merely one of the marriage candidates."
"Who else could it be? Is it Tommen..."
Queen Dowager Cersei frowned in thought. She saw Green shake his head slightly, staring at her.
"Me?" she asked, seemingly amused.
Green continued to look at her in silence. Queen Dowager Cersei paused, then suddenly roared, "Me? They dare to scheme against me again? The shameless Dornish actually dare to scheme against me?!"
Queen Dowager Cersei was furious. Her two swords had returned to King's Landing, yet the Old Lion still wanted to use her for a marriage alliance?
She suddenly understood. No wonder the Old Lion directly ignored her decree. Did he think that she... would still be helpless against his orders, or not dare to defy them?
With a thud, Queen Dowager Cersei slammed the bottom of her wine glass heavily onto the small table beside her. She was furious. The Old Lion was indeed old; even now he still hadn't realized who his true heir was. Jaime wouldn't do, and Dwarf was even worse; only she! Perhaps he had seen it clearly long ago, but he was unwilling to admit it, because she didn't have a * *!
Only when Queen Dowager Cersei had calmed down slightly did Green speak: "Given the current situation... forgive my bluntness, you and the Lord Hand... are now sitting face to face at the poker table of the game of power."
As his words fell, the atmosphere became very heavy.
Queen Dowager Cersei leaned motionlessly against the armrest of the chair. After a long while, her emerald eyes stirred slightly.
She gazed at Green, her eyes gradually turning cold. She paused, then suddenly said, "You want me to contend with my father?"
Green was very frank. He put down his wine glass and replied sincerely, "Queen Dowager Cersei, with my limited wisdom, I truly cannot see... what other choice you have."
After a pause, he added, "At this very moment, the choice is still in your hands."
After a moment of silence, Queen Dowager Cersei reached for her empty wine glass, shook it lightly towards Green, and said, "Count Green, pour me some wine."
Green smiled. He stood up and walked over with the wine jug.
Splash, splash, the summer red from the golden wine jug flowed like a smooth stream into the wine glass in Queen Dowager Cersei's hand.
With her glass filled, Queen Dowager Cersei's emerald eyes, tinged with a slight drunkenness, lifted to look at Green, who stood beside her, and said, "My dear Count, I feel like you are forcing your Queen Dowager to make a choice."
Green first put down the wine jug, then knelt down in front of her, looking up at her: "Your Majesty, my Queen Dowager, I promise, I will respect any choice you make."
Queen Dowager Cersei's red lips parted slightly: "A Lioness only plays to win."
After speaking, her eyes fixed on Green's eyes.
Green slowly nodded. He paused, then suddenly chuckled, "This is a good thing. A benevolent Lioness winner... at least won't marry off the loser."
Hearing this, Queen Dowager Cersei was first slightly startled, then she giggled, her trembling posture incredibly alluring.
As she laughed, Green, with a smile on his face, naturally stood up and took the wine jug to his chair.
The laughter stopped. Queen Dowager Cersei took a sip of summer red with a pleasant mood, and then she noticed Green, who had already sat down. She frowned slightly. She had drunk quite a bit tonight, and her drunkenness was deepening, her eyelids becoming heavy.
She rubbed her temple with a finger and said in a hoarse voice, "My dear Green, do you have a plan?"
An hour later, Green walked out of the room and quietly closed the door.
"Count Crabb." Ser Osney bowed to him.
Green nodded slightly. Jaime wasn't here. Where did he go? He really was unreliable.
He looked towards the staircase, and Ser Jaime, with his flowing golden hair, had just descended the last step.
Lord Greene felt that Ser Jaime's vigilance was really too poor. As his good friend, he had to help him.
Ser Jaime looked forward and also spotted Green's figure. Their gazes met from afar for a moment, and then... he saw that person "guiltily" turn his back.
Although he was facing away, judging from Green's actions at the moment, was he tidying his clothes?! Ser Jaime couldn't help but quicken his pace.
The two had been alone for so long, and Cersei had drunk a lot of wine... Ser Jaime clenched his fists.
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