The Crab Claw Peninsula once had its legendary hero, named Clarence Clebber.
During the reign of Jaehaerys I, Aegon the Conqueror's grandson, there was a Kingsguardnamed Clement Clebber.
During the War of the Usurper's Battle of the Trident River, the various families of the Crab Claw Peninsula fought alongside Prince Rhaegar until the very end.
The people of the Crab Claw Peninsula proudly proclaimed themselves model subjects of the Dragon Family.
When Robert Baratheon emerged victorious, the already sparsely populated Kleber Family suffered heavy casualties, with only Greene Kleber, who was still in his mother's womb at the time, surviving as a male heir.
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Whispering City, an arc-shaped military fortress built against a mountain. Around the fortress, there were scattered small houses.
Whispering City Lord's Hall.
The perfectly integrated transmigrator, Greene Kleber.
Greene Kleber sat upright behind the long table, with a man and a woman standing on either side of him.
The man was about forty years old, around 1.7 meters tall, bald and overweight, dressed in a blue round-necked robe.
The woman was in her thirties, about 1.7 meters tall, with long, wavy brown hair, dressed in a long blue dress with a low-cut neckline.
The two were the Head Steward Herschel and the House Steward Ms. Surana.
At this moment, an old farmer knelt respectfully in the center of the hall, his voice filled with cautious deference: "Yes, My Lord, I confirm... During the day, I go out to farm at dawn, and my neighbor, Marty, always comes to my house and... my... woman... various gasping activities, many times."
After finally listening to the old farmer's fragmented statement, Greene Kleber's expression remained unchanged, only his lips were slightly pursed.
The Lord's Hall fell silent for a moment.
Head Steward Herschel, seeing that his young master had no intention of speaking, cleared his throat and said, "Old Pel, from what you're saying, you've directly caught them in the act... didn't you take... action?"
The old farmer, Old Pel, was silent for a moment, then replied, "I was very angry, but I'm no longer young, and Marty is younger and stronger than me, I couldn't beat him..."
"What about your wife?"
"I also... couldn't beat her..."
Oh, the women of the Crab Claw Peninsula are indeed quite formidable!
From today onwards, according to the local customs, the old farmer will probably soon have a resounding nickname, such as 'Weak Old Pel' or something similar.
To become a qualified Lord, it is his bounden duty to protect the weak. Only when the weak can be protected can a soil of loyalty be formed.
Greene Kleber understood even more clearly that from another perspective, everyone is a pup that needs to be protected, including himself.
The fifteen-year-old young Lord Greene Kleber's voice still held a hint of immaturity: "Old Pel, your Lord has listened to your statement, and I will arrange for two swordsmen to accompany you."
After speaking, Greene Kleber's gray eyes turned to a tall, iron-armored middle-aged man standing on one side of the hall, and he continued: "Ser Pello, you arrange for two clever soldiers. If there are no problems, then directly apprehend..."
Greene Kleber asked Head Steward Herschel: "My territory, where is there a shortage of people now, hmm, dangerous ones."
Head Steward Herschel seemed to have already prepared the answer: "The territory will always need laborers who can handle heavy work, My Lord. But I suggest you can give him a sword. The Mountain Barbarians are stirring again, and you need more warriors. You are merciful, and you should always give your subjects a chance."
Alright, so you're young and strong, you like to steal, you're full of energy, huh? Here's a sword, go fight for your life with the barbarians. If you're lucky enough to survive, it's all thanks to the merciful Lord's grace.
Be grateful, grip the sword in your hand, and continue next time.
Greene Kleber nodded slightly, and waved his right hand lightly.
The old farmer Pel, with red eyes, bowed deeply to his Lord, bending at the waist, yet feeling his back straighten, filled with strength. He secretly resolved repeatedly that he must do a good job with the farm work for his Lord. With a good harvest, he would surely be able to pay more wheat this year than last year.
My Lord seems too thin, it must be because he hasn't eaten enough. If I take care of the farmland and the harvest is plentiful, the Lord can eat more and gain some weight.
"Next."
"My Lord, my farming tools are broken..."
"Lord, my son's stomach has been hurting for days, please..."
"My Lord, that was my prey, the Mountain Barbariansstole my..."
"Merciful Lord, the Mountain Barbarians are always appearing near our village, the villagers are very worried..."
"Yes, usually five or six people travel together."
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The morning's task of receiving petitions from the common folk was finally completed. Greene Kleberfinally didn't have to maintain his seemingly dignified posture and stretched, rising from the tall wooden chair. It was agonizing, this noble posture that had to be maintained like a painting.
"Ms. Surana, bring a basin of hot water to the study, and send lunch there as well. Also, have Maester Alprepare the raven. Once I finish writing the letter, it can be dispatched immediately."
Inside the castle study, Greene Kleber finished his lunch. After tidying up, he picked up his quill.
Today was the third letter.
The recipient of the letter was the current Queen, Cersei Lannister.
After the War of the Usurper, he was the only male heir left in the direct line of the Kleber Family. Because he was still in his mother's womb at the time, Eddard Stark, who possessed great chivalry, persuaded the new King Robert Baratheon to pardon Greene Kleber's mother from the death penalty, and the Kleber Family fortunately kept their lineage alive.
However, after the War of the Usurper, Duke Jon Arryn, King's Hand of the Baratheon Dynasty, did not forget to suppress the former model families of the Dragon Family, including the Kleber Family, through various means after the war, for ten years straight.
Next year, the curtain of A Song of Ice and Fire will be drawn, and the game of thrones is about to begin.
Greene Kleber has many things to do.
To join this stage, as a noble of the Crownlands, he must first ease relations with the Red Keep.
Fifteen years have passed, Jon Arryn is finally old, his energy far from what it once was, and according to the plot, his days are numbered.
House Clebber can finally breathe a little.
He cannot drift with the current, nor can he be content with the status quo.
The Kleber Family, mocked as half-barbarians, either didn't understand or couldn't before, but now Greene Kleber—he has arrived.
Greene Kleber stopped his thoughts, preparing to channel his inner sycophant.
To Her Royal Highness, the Queen, who embodies both courage and beauty:
It is out of admiration that I send you my sincerest greetings, and I humbly apologize for my presumption.
The war has been over for fifteen years. At that time, your humble servant was still in his mother's womb, quietly enjoying a warmth that could not be remembered.
Since I came of age, I have always been grateful for the Kingdom's benevolence, which allowed the Kleber Family to continue.
Your humble servant is now fifteen years old, capable of wielding a sword and drawing a bow.
Because I dare not be negligent, nor dare I forget the family motto—United We Stand.
As I grow older, my understanding deepens: the core of the Kleber Family's motto lies in loyalty.
The dragons have vanished for fifteen years. Though the Kleber Family persists, it has lost its way. The former House Clebber, out of loyalty, knew it was a dead end, yet still went forward without hesitation.
Because of its past loyalty, the Kleber Family has lost trust in this new world.
Without trust, the loyalty of the Kleber Family has nowhere to be placed.
Would Your Grace, noble as you are, be willing to grant the Kleber Family another chance?
I hear that Your Highness will soon be going on a Kingswood Hunting. The Kleber Family longs for the honor of serving you.
Your humble servant, Greene Kleber, captivated by Your Highness's charm.
Greene Kleber stopped writing. The first step, either Queen Cersei or Dragon Mom.