The Old Lion's reminder instantly silenced the meeting table. After a pause, Greene Crabb's voice rang out: "Will the new Lord of the Iron Islands join forces with the Dornishmen?"
Lord Mace looked at Greene, stroked his beard, and said: "If the little Direwolf gets the support of the Iron Islands, we won't be able to keep him confined to the Riverlands anymore."
Tyrell's concern ended with a sigh. Ser Kevan looked over: "The Iron Islands just invaded the North. You are overly worried, Duke of Highgarden."
Just as Lord Mace was about to respond, Greene's voice came first: "Ser Kevan, there are no eternal enemies. Moreover, what can a father not do to save his son?"
As soon as the words fell, everyone's gazes first focused on Greene, then collectively turned to Duke Tywin, who was sitting at the head of the table.
Looking at Greene, who was speaking for the nobles, Lord Mace stroked his beard with satisfaction. He looked at Duke Tywin, his gaze revealing: 'You've gone too far this time, alas!'
"Jaime released the criminal without authorization."
After a heavy silence, the Old Lion's sharp gaze slowly swept over everyone present and said: "As punishment, Jaime will shed his white cloak and be exiled from King's Landing."
Upon hearing the Old Lion's response, some nodded, some sighed, and those present had various expressions.
Lord Mace's face turned red. What kind of punishment was this? Lannister was truly as cunning as ever. Did he take the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms for fools?!
Greene frowned and said: "Hand of the King Tywin, I am concerned that your 'punishment' will affect the fairness of the Iron Throne."
He glanced at everyone and continued: "Forgive my bluntness, will Jaime Lannister, after shedding his white cloak, become the heir of Casterly Rock?"
Duke Tywin stared coldly at Greene for a moment and said: "He is my son, Duke Crabb."
"Of course, I know."
Greene spread his hands, his gaze once again sweeping over those present: "That's why I ask, because... this doesn't look like a punishment."
Lord Mace nodded vigorously. After a pause, the Master of Ships and Lord Mathos Rowan also nodded, while Grand Maester Pycelle, who had been quite active just now, had sleepy eyes, as if he was about to fall asleep at any moment.
Ser Kevan looked at Duke Tywin, whose face was like winter, and said: "Duke Green, do you have a good suggestion?"
"I think... we still need to consider Prince Doran's feelings a little, Ser Kevan, Duke Tywin."
Greene smiled faintly: "Jaime Lannister can only become the heir of Casterly Rock on the premise of bringing back the fugitive's head... If you make a mistake, find a way to correct it, how about that?"
Lord Mace's gaze shifted slightly. He stroked his beard and said: "I support Duke Green's proposal. This also gives Ser Jaime a chance to regain his honor."
Lord Mathos pondered for a moment and said: "I also agree. We truly cannot give up the possibility of negotiating with Martell."
The Commander of the Gold Cloaks, Adam Marbrand, sitting at the end of the meeting table, suddenly stood up: "Duke Green, your proposal is too cruel to Jaime!"
Greene leaned back in his chair, stared at the impudent Commander of the Gold Cloaks for a moment, and said coldly: "Ser Adam, do you have a better way?"
Ser Adam opened his mouth: "I... I... I..."
After waiting for a short while, Greene waved his hand slightly impatiently towards the end of the meeting table: "This meeting room is convened to solve problems. If there are no reasonable suggestions, please do not interrupt casually. Our time is precious."
Ser Kevan pressed his hand down towards himself. Ser Adam looked at Duke Tywin, then sat back down with a look of shame and indignation.
Lord Mace only then realized that this was a great opportunity to openly interfere with the succession of the Westerlands!
He cleared his throat and said: "The Dornishmen in King's Landing are still waiting to see how the Red Keep will handle this. Why not let Ser Jaime return first?"
Duke Tywin glanced coldly at Lord Mace, whose thoughts were practically written all over his fat face, and said: "He is on his way to the battlefield. I will send someone to inform him."
Then, he looked at Greene.
Facing the Old Lion's sharp gaze, Greene smiled.
After a pause, Duke Tywin withdrew his gaze and said: "I agree."
The meeting ended, and only Duke Tywin and Ser Kevan remained in the Prime Ministers study.
Ser Kevan placed the wine cup on Duke Tywin's table and said: "Could Duke Green's proposal have been at Cersei's instigation?"
After a pause, Duke Tywin opened his closed eyes: "It doesn't matter."
Ser Kevan hesitated and said: "But Jaime... can he do it? Or will he accept it?"
Reaching for the wine cup, Duke Tywin took a sip of summer red and said: "To become a qualified heir, Jaime must learn a good lesson."
Although Ser Kevan felt a pang of pity, he still supported his brother's decision. He nodded: "I will arrange for someone to depart shortly. As for Daven... I will send a raven to inform him of your decision in advance."
Putting down the wine cup, Duke Tywin narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "Kevan, Lord Mace and Duke Green... for a period of time, they cannot appear in the Red Keep."
Upon hearing this, Ser Kevan pondered for a moment and said: "Dragonstone and Storms End are easy to defend and difficult to attack. Although Stannis only has remnants of his army, if they are prepared, it will be easy to tie them down, for at least half a year."
"Half a year..."
Duke Tywin's fingers slowly tapped the armrest a few times and said: "That's enough time."
Robb then set off towards The Twins with over two thousand North Cavalry, while the remaining troops continued to rest at Seaguard.
After leaving Seaguard, the heavy rain continued day after day, never stopping.
Although the journey was difficult, they did not stop, and five days later, they could faintly make out the outline of The Twins.
The Northern army chose a flat, river-adjacent location outside The Twins and began to set up camp.
By the Green Fork, there was nothing but the surging sound of water, an incessant murmur, like the roar of a giant beast.
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