iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 389 Backstab 12
Sir Adam came to the lioness, frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Queen Cersei, you shouldn't be here..."

Before he could finish his words, there was a crisp "slap" sound and Cersei slapped him hard.

"Golden Robe Commander-in-Chief?"

The lioness's green eyes seemed to be burning with flames: "What qualifications do you have to stand in front of me and give me orders?"

Sir Adam exhaled slowly, he moved his feet, and his tall body almost blocked the entire study door.

Although he remained silent, his firm actions spoke volumes.

"Go away!"

Adam still had a cold expression on his face, and he stood as motionless as an iron tower.

"very good."

Queen Cersei's breasts rose and fell with anger. She stared at Adam coldly, sneered, and said, "Ser Osfried, kill him for me."

Upon hearing the Queen Mother's order, Osfred Kettleblack was slightly startled. Before he could make any move, his younger brother, Sir Osney, took the lead... and drew his sword with a clang.

Sir Osney drew his sword, and the red-robed men standing opposite the lioness drew their swords one after another.

The atmosphere instantly became tense.

Upon seeing this, Sir Osfryd immediately drew his sword, and beads of cold sweat began to drip from his forehead because of the suffocating tense atmosphere.

He exchanged a glance with his brother and tried to stand in front of Cersei, but she pushed him away.

The lioness sneered again, then she glanced contemptuously at the sword tips leaning towards her, and took a big step forward.

Except for Sir Adam, the other red-robed guards had to take a step back with their swords in hand.

Cersei raised her chin and said, "If you have the courage to hurt me, I will consider rewarding you with an honorable death."

After saying that, she took another step forward, and the red-robed men retreated again.

"Malbrand, get out of here!"

Ser Adam glared at Cersei coldly, standing firmly at the door, with no intention of backing down.

"You think I'm just kidding? Ser Osfryd, Ser Osney, in my name, execute him immediately."

At this moment, just as Cersei's voice fell, the majestic voice of the old lion came from the open study door: "Let her in."

Sir Adam hesitated for only a moment, then moved and walked out of the room.

Queen Cersei snorted coldly and walked in with a gloomy face, while Ser Adam closed the door quietly behind him.

"Cersei." Lord Tywin, who was sitting behind the table, raised his eyes slightly and glanced at his daughter from the pile of documents.

Seeing her father just calling her name coldly as usual, Cersei stood straight in front of the table, her chest heaving violently, as if the anger in her heart was about to burst out.

"Tywin, give me back my daughter!"

Lord Tywin put down the documents in his hand, his forehead wrinkled deeply like ravines, and his pair of light green eyes with golden hues stared coldly at Cersei.

It was not until Cersei's angry eyes began to evade his gaze that he slowly spoke in a low and majestic voice: "Please take a seat."

With a cold snort, the lioness then sat down on the chair opposite the old lion with a menacing look.

"Myrcella is visiting Sunspear on behalf of the royal family, and Kevan will bring her back with him." Lord Tywin's tone was calm, as if he was stating something very ordinary.

Then, he pointed in the direction of the door and said, "Since your goal has been achieved, you can go back and continue to pray."

"Do you take me for a fool?!"

Queen Cersei panted, staring at the old lion, her voice sharp with anger: "Don't try to deceive me. You want to sell my only daughter to the Dornish like a bag of oats, just like you sold me to Robert, the drunkard!"

"Sell?"

The old lion stared at his daughter with red eyes, took a breath slowly, and said in a cold voice: "It was me, it was Lannister who gave you the opportunity to wear the queen's crown."

His voice trembled with suppressed anger: "Because you wear the queen's tiara, your good son sits on that iron chair."

Cersei paused in anger. She couldn't refute her father's words at the moment, but the pride of a lioness would never let her give up easily: "I want Myrcella to come back to me!"

The old lion's chest rose and fell noticeably. "I have already answered your question."

The lioness clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, saying, "No, you are just trying to fool me, Tywin. Your tricks cannot be hidden from me!"

Lord Tywin's voice suddenly rose, like thunder: "You are my daughter!"

Faced with her father's roar, tears unconsciously overflowed from the corners of Cersei's eyes, and the crystal tears sparkled on her delicate face.

Thinking of her poor and helpless daughter, the lioness roared in front of her father for the first time: "Myrcella is my daughter!"

Looking at his daughter who dared to resist his authority, Lord Tywin paused and slowly stood up.

The old lion's tall body brought an invisible sense of oppression, which made Cersei, who was burning with anger, regain a bit of rationality. Although she still held her chin high to show her unyielding spirit, she couldn't help but shrink back towards the chair.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Myrcella's role is 'bait'. I will not be stupid enough to take the initiative to send hostages to Martell."

There was silence in the room for a while.

Cersei blinked her wet eyes and said awkwardly, "The Martell family hates us very much now. Will they secretly hurt Myrcella?"

The old lion glanced at his daughter coldly and said, "Kevan and Myrcella represent the three houses of Lannister, Tyrell and Crabbe, and Prince Doran is sensible enough."

Cersei finally breathed a sigh of relief, and after a pause, her green eyes suddenly trembled: "Prince Doran is weak, but Dorne is not short of reckless people... bait..."

Her eyes moved slightly, staring at the standing old lion, and angrily said: "You want Mircella to become the target of those people's assassination?"

Lord Tywin did not deny Cersei's guess. His voice was cold and calm: "If it is as you expected, Kevan will take the initiative in the negotiations with Martell."

The lioness' pupils widened, and she asked in disbelief, "You want to let Myrcella die?"

The veins on Lord Tywin's head bulged. He gritted his teeth and said, "It is enough for the princess to be assassinated. The guards will protect Myrcella's safety."

"No!"

Cersei stood up from her chair, her hands tightly grasping the edge of the table in front of her, and said, "Tywin, I want you to promise me that my daughter will return to me unharmed." The old lion narrowed his eyes slightly, exhaled slowly, and said, "Enough, I have heard enough of your stupid speeches."

The lioness did not intend to back down. She straightened her back and said sternly: "You must promise me that this is the order of the Regent Queen Mother!"

"Order?"

Lord Tywin was like an enraged lion, trying his best to suppress his anger: "If orders can achieve their goals, I will order your mother not to leave this world."

"Mother..." Cersei opened her mouth and her body trembled slightly.

Tywin turned his back to Cersei, the veins in his neck bulging, and said coldly, "You can leave now."

The old lion's back looked a little lonely, but... at this moment, the lioness's worries were all focused on her daughter who was pushed into a dangerous plan by her grandfather.

"I'm sorry, father, you must promise me Myrcella's safety, and promise never to use her as an object for marriage, otherwise..."

The old lion turned his head slightly and looked over fiercely: "What else?"

The deep chill that suddenly burst out of her father's eyes was like the cold wind in an ice cellar, causing Cersei to involuntarily step back repeatedly.

For the first time, she felt the real fear from her father so vividly, as if he could destroy her in the next moment.

Thinking of Myrcella who was completely unable to protect herself, Cersei's knuckles clenched her fists until they turned white. After retreating briefly, she suddenly seemed to have made up her mind and stopped retreating.

Cersei's body trembled, and she looked at her father firmly. She squeezed out her voice from between her teeth with difficulty: "Otherwise... I will... declare war... on you... Tywin!"

Tywin's voice was like the cold winter coming: "Cersei, you will never understand power... Come here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the closed door of the study was flung open, and Ser Adam strode in with several Lannister red robes.

Cersei looked back and saw the Kettleblack brothers outside the door with swords pointed at them from a corner of the door.

"How dare you capture my guards? I order you to..."

The lioness's roar was ruthlessly interrupted by the old lion: "Ser Adam, send someone to take Cersei back to the Great Sept. After the seven days of prayer are over, she will be sent directly to Casterly Rock in the name of recuperation. If the queen mother is unwilling to cooperate, you can use shackles and sleeping wine."

His green eyes glanced coldly at his daughter who was standing there in shock: "This is my order."

"No, you don't have that power! I am the Queen Regent!" Cersei, who was already firmly held by two guards, roared at the top of her lungs and twisted her body frantically, trying to break free from the restraints that bound her.

Retracting his gaze, Lord Tywin waved his hand and said, "Take her away."

With a slight nod, Ser Adam made a gesture, and the kicking lioness was forcibly pulled away. Cersei, who had always been extremely noble and superior, now looked extremely embarrassed.

"You will never succeed!"

"Let me go, I will kill you all! Let me go..."

“………Green…”

The lioness's voice finally disappeared at the end of the corridor, and the silence in the study... seemed particularly strange at this moment.

However, the Prime Minister's study today is destined not to be peaceful.

Back in the chair, Lord Tywin had just finished signing a government document when Ser Adam and Grand Maester Pycelle reentered the study.

"Lord Tywin, please forgive my intrusion." Grand Maester Pycelle was sweating profusely and he bowed tremblingly.

Lord Tywin did not put down the document in his hand. He leaned back in his chair, lowered his head and continued reading, saying, "Ser Adam told me that you have something urgent to report."

Grand Maester Pycelle wiped the sweat from his cheeks with his wide sleeves and said, "His Majesty the King asked the Kingsguard to take Ser Lancel to the throne room in the name of prayer. The King's game is too dangerous, so I sneaked out..."

Lord Tywin raised his eyes, his gaze slightly fixed, and interrupted, "How did he find Lancel?"

Hearing this, Pycelle was stunned for a moment, and said tremblingly: "After Queen Cersei went to the Great Sept of Baelor, many people knew that Ser Lancel was also praying devoutly in the Sept of the Red Keep. I didn't say that..."

Under the sharp gaze of the old lion, he knelt down directly: "His Majesty doesn't want me to treat him, but his complexion is really not good. I dare not leave! The king... It's His Majesty the King. He suddenly asked me to call Ser Lancel. I didn't agree, but he wanted to stab me with his sword... I can only tell you where Lancel is, but I agree to bring him here! The Kingsguard, it was the Kingsguard who brought Lancel here... I don't think Lancel was forced. He came here voluntarily!"

Ser Adam glanced at Lord Tywin, who was sitting still, and asked in a deep voice, "What is the King's Game?"

Grand Maester Pycelle wiped his tears pitifully and said in a sobbing voice: "Your Majesty made Ser Lancel hold an apple on his head from such a long distance... I saw that Lancel's ears were bleeding, but Your Majesty did not stop the game... Wuuuuu... I was so scared... I could only come to you quietly... I managed to sneak out with great difficulty!"

"Nonsense!"

The old lion's pent-up anger was about to erupt. He eased off slightly and said in a cold tone, "It seems he also needs to learn a real lesson."

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After walking out of the main door of the Tower of the Hand, Lord Tywin paused and said, "Ser Adam, have someone watch over Pycelle. I have something to ask him when he comes back."

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In the throne room, Joffrey, holding a crossbow in his hand, sat on the Iron Throne, which symbolized the king of the Seven Kingdoms, and let out a creepy cackling.

Lancel's initial calmness was surprising, as if he didn't care about his own life or death. However, after several arrows were shot, he immediately knelt down and begged for mercy... This change made Joffrey feel extremely amused, and an irrepressible excitement surged in his heart.

Cack, clack, Joffrey's laughter echoed in the empty hall.

Bang!

The heavy wooden door was suddenly pushed open, and Joffrey's slightly crazy laughter stopped abruptly. Sitting high on the Iron Throne, he looked at the figure that made him feel fear from the bottom of his heart from afar. His whole face twisted and the smile on his face gradually faded.

Tap, tap, tap. The silent hall was filled with dense and heavy footsteps. Lord Tywin, surrounded by Ser Adam and the red robes, walked towards the Iron Throne.

As they approached the steps under the Iron Throne, Lord Tywin's eyes were immediately attracted by Kevan's eldest son, Lancel, who was kneeling on the ground in a mess with blood on his face.

Lord Tywin could not help but frown and gesture. Ser Adam immediately understood and arranged for his men to take Lancel away.

Seeing this, Joffrey screamed, "Don't let him leave. My game is not over yet!"

"Joffrey!"

Lord Tywin said expressionlessly: "Lancel is your cousin. He is a Lannister."

Tread~tap~tap~
Lord Tywin stepped onto the steps and slowly approached Joffrey on the Iron Throne, step by step.

(End of this chapter)