iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 390 Backstab (End)

"Lord Tywin."

Ser Adam's voice made Lord Tywin, who had just stepped up two steps, pause.

"Please allow me to perform my duties first."

Hearing this, Lord Tywin glanced at Ser Adam with an indifferent expression. His brows wrinkled slightly in his eagle-like eyes, and then... as if after a brief thought, he nodded his chin to show his agreement.

"Thank you for your trust." Sir Adam nodded slightly, then quickly walked up the steps with the two red robes.

Seeing Sir Adam suddenly "rushing" up, Joffrey's expression changed drastically. He aimed the crossbow in his hand at him and shouted angrily: "I didn't give you permission to come up. Get out, I am the king!"

As Joffrey shouted, Ser Adam walked forward expressionlessly and snatched the crossbow from Joffrey's hand.

"give me back!"

Ser Adam ignored Joffrey and ordered the red robes, "Go check and take away all the weapons."

…………

At the steps under the Iron Throne, Lord Tywin looked at the roaring lion flag that had become a tattered piece of cloth, frowning tightly. When Joffrey's childish and irritable shouting came from above, his frown deepened.

After a pause, he raised his foot and walked up with steady steps.

Joffrey stood up from the Iron Throne. He said in disbelief, "How dare you... take the king's sword?"

Sir Adam glanced at the three crossbows that the two red robes had found from behind the Iron Throne and said, "Your Majesty, I am keeping them for you temporarily."

"How dare you humiliate me?! I'm the king!"

With a swish, Joffrey drew out his sword, Lion's Fang, and said angrily, "You deserve to die! I will kill you!"

Sir Adam slowly grasped the hilt of the long sword at his waist with his right hand and said coldly: "Your Majesty, please don't embarrass me."

Seeing them preparing to draw their swords at any time, Joffrey's face flashed with panic: "What do you want to do? Drawing a sword in front of the king is a capital crime. I am the king!"

Then he shouted again: "Kingsguard! Kill them! Protect me!"

Hearing the king's call, Ser Mandon and three other Kingsguards wanted to step forward, but were blocked by the red robes guarding below.

"Joffrey."

In this solemn atmosphere, Joffrey suddenly heard the low and majestic voice of Lord Tywin. Although the tone sounded like an ordinary call, it seemed to carry an invisible pressure that made him tremble with fear... and the sword in his hand slipped.

Lionfang fell to the stone slab with a clang, and Joffrey himself stumbled and fell back onto the Iron Throne.

Lord Tywin stood before the Iron Throne. He looked down at Joffrey and asked, "Why are you so anxious to see me?"

Joffrey subconsciously shrank back, as if trying to avoid the oppressive gaze. He didn't dare look directly into the old lion's all-seeing eyes. His eyes rolled around in panic and he stammered, "I... I want... I want to go hunting..."

The old lion narrowed his eyes and stared at the grandson in front of him, whose face was full of guilt. He tried to keep his tone calm and said, "Joffrey, let me tell you that stupid and flawed lies are meaningless. Answer me again."

The old lion tried to sound amiable and instructive, but Joffrey heard only something menacing in his words.

Joffrey suddenly raised his head and looked at the old lion. His expression twisted for a moment, and he shouted in a hoarse voice: "Tywin, I will never surrender, never, I am the king!"

The veins on Lord Tywin's neck bulged like an enraged lion. He suddenly shouted, "Answer my question!"

Joffrey’s body trembled noticeably. His eyes moved around in panic. His lower lip trembled and he said in a very low voice: "Grandpa...Grandpa...I don’t want to be locked up any longer..."

Staring at Joffrey, Lord Tywin's chest rose and fell slowly, and he said in a deep voice: "I told you that you will be free only after you are married."

Joffrey gripped the hilt of the Iron Throne tightly, looked up stubbornly, and gritted his teeth and said, "I will not marry Tyrell."

Lord Tywin clenched his right hand behind his back and asked, "Why?"

Hearing this, Joffrey looked at the old lion with hatred, then quickly looked away and sat there with his lips tightly closed.

Lord Tywin's chest rose and fell again, and every word he spoke seemed to hit like a hammer: "Answer me, why?"

Lord Tywin's constant verbal pressure temporarily suppressed Joffrey's fear. He looked at the old lion standing in front of him with resentment and roared, "Tyrell is a traitor!"

"Joffrey, do you know why Robb Stark died in the Twins?"

When Joffrey mentioned "death", a trace of fear flashed across his face, but he still stiffened his neck and said, "I don't care. Why do you want me to marry a traitor?"

Tywin's eyes were as cold as ice. He stared at Joffrey, who had a stubborn face in front of him, as if he could freeze him.

The air was suffocating and Joffrey trembled under the old lion's fierce gaze.

After a long while, Tywin turned his head slightly and ordered in an unquestionable tone: "Ser Adam, let everyone leave. Don't let anyone disturb Joffrey and me."

His voice seemed to carry the chill of winter. "Also, I hope everyone will forget the king's stupid remarks."

Ser Adam first glanced at Joffrey, who was huddled on the Iron Throne, and then at Lord Tywin, whose face was as cold as winter. He bowed calmly and said, "As you command, my lord."

After saying that, he flicked his blood-red cloak and walked down the stairs, followed closely by two red-robed men holding crossbows.

Soon, the Kingsguard and the red robes left in an orderly manner, and the empty throne room was silent. Only grandfather, Tywin, grandson, and Joffrey were left.

After a pause, Lord Tywin's voice was unexpectedly calm: "If you cancel the engagement with the Tyrell family, who are you going to marry?"

Grandfather's sudden "friendly" attitude made Joffrey's body less trembling. He straightened his back and said, "I will ask mother to help me choose a noble lady who is worthy of the king."

Lord Tywin's gaze became more profound: "Does your mother have a choice?"

Joffrey was slightly stunned, and replied, "I will tell my mother about this after the engagement is cancelled. She will be responsible for the recommendation, and I will make the final choice myself."

Lord Tywin stared at Joffrey, who held his chin up, for a while. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Joffrey, tell me honestly, who told you that Miss Tyrell is a traitor?"

Joffrey's face flashed with resentment again: "She seduced Tommen, and he is my brother!"

"seduce?"

"Don't think I don't know anything. Everyone saw it. She was deliberately seducing Tommen. She is a traitor!"

"lure?"

"Don't take me for a fool. Everyone saw them playing in Maegor Tower's gardens. Tyrell made Tommen very happy!"

"Play... Is this the reason you would break your sacred marriage vows, Joffrey?"

Looking at the calm Duke Tywin, Joffrey's anger suddenly rose. He shouted, "I said, I'm not a fool. She was the one who betrayed the king first. She is a traitor!"

Lord Tywin's deep eyes did not miss any change in Joffrey's expression. He said slowly: "Have you ever thought about the consequences of abandoning the Tyrells? If the food aid from the Riverlands is lost, the starving refugees in King's Landing will immediately riot. It will be a riot of hundreds of thousands of people, and their reckless madness will even break through the solid walls of the Red Castle." You are getting stronger and stronger...

And Tywin wants a well-behaved child to sit on the Iron Throne...

He will definitely dethrone you...

Looking at the old lion who was hypocritically performing in front of him, Joffrey gritted his teeth and said, "So, you chose Tommen, right? Because you still need to use Tyrell."

Hearing this, Lord Tywin frowned, his patience was like a candle in the wind, about to go out.

His voice was filled with suppressed anger. "Joffrey, I have heard enough of your meaningless nonsense. Do not continue to show off your stupidity in front of me."

"I am the king!"

Joffrey's face flushed, he gasped for air, his voice almost roaring: "It's you, Tywin, it's because of you, it's you who locked me up here, making everyone think you want to depose me, the legitimate king!"

Joffrey's fierce "accusation" finally succeeded in exhausting the old lion's last bit of patience. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out cold words from between his teeth: "If this is your wish, I can do as you wish, Joffrey."

At the same time, Joffrey's courage, which he had finally mustered, quickly receded like the tide. He looked at Lord Tywin in shock and fear, opened his mouth, and stammered, "You can't do this. You have no right to depose me. I am the king... Mother, yes, my mother! She will never agree with you doing this!"

Looking at his grandson who was as stupid as a replica of Cersei, Lord Tywin said coldly: "Your mother will be sent to Casterly Rock soon. This is my order and no one can disobey it."

Apart from just obeying...

What else can your mother do…………

If your mother hadn't served me like a maid...

Staring at Lord Tywin, the veins on Joffrey's neck bulged, crawling all over his neck like winding earthworms.

"She is my mother, she is the Queen Regent, you have no right to do this, you are a traitor!"

After hearing this, Lord Tywin's teeth clenched and made a creaking sound: "It was me who preserved the rule of the Iron Throne, it was me who took care of the Seven Kingdoms that were in chaos, and I will soon calm the chaos in the Seven Kingdoms on your behalf."

Lord Tywin's oppressive figure took a step forward, and Joffrey, who had just looked furious, was immediately frightened and shrank his legs and body into the Iron Throne.

Looking at his clown-like grandson, Lord Tywin's eyes showed obvious disappointment, and even in the depths of that disappointment, there was a hint of disgust that was difficult to conceal.

"Cersei is a Lannister, she is my daughter, she must obey my orders. And you, I will never tolerate you bringing disaster to the Lannisters."

Lord Tywin looked down at Joffrey, who had almost huddled himself into a ball, with a gaze as sharp as a sword, and said in a deep voice, "Do you understand?"

After a pause, Joffrey was still trembling with fear, as if he was in extreme fear. The old lion had no mercy on him: "I don't like to repeat myself. Let me hear your answer."

Joffrey crossed his arms over his forehead, trying to isolate himself from the old lion and gain a tiny sense of security.

There was a breathless silence, then Joffrey glanced quickly at the old lion standing in front of him through the gap created by his arm and nodded reluctantly.

"Let me hear your voice, Joffrey."

Joffrey's whole body trembled violently, and he finally squeezed out a voice that made him feel extremely humiliated: "I... know."

Lord Tywin had long been fed up with the mother and son's stupid performances. He snorted coldly and said, "No, you don't understand what I mean, but it doesn't matter anymore. Let me tell you, you just need to remember that I will no longer tolerate your reckless behavior, nor will I give you any chance to make mistakes."

I guess you won't be the king anytime soon...

No one in the Seven Kingdoms dares to challenge the majesty of Lord Tywin...

He has become the true ruler of the Seven Kingdoms...

He is the true king without the crown...

Joffrey slightly misunderstood Lord Tywin's words. He looked up from the protection of his arms and said incredulously, "I have already given in to you."

Seeing Joffrey's reaction, this grandson was like a wild boar in Lord Tywin's eyes, or...if it were placed on the Iron Throne, it might do better than Joffrey.

By this time, Lord Tywin felt there was no need to continue the conversation.

Yes, he was sure...tonight's farce might have been caused by the slander of others, but the main problem was still Joffrey's stupidity that he would never learn his lesson.

"I tell you, you must remember that I have worked so hard to maintain the rule of the Iron Throne, not for Robert II to sit on the iron chair, nor for the Mad King II."

You are not Robert's offspring...

How many seeds did Robert sow in the Seven Kingdoms...

Only I, your mother, and Tywin know this secret (Chapter 369)...

"Just stay still and don't test my patience any more. Tommen will be left to Jaime to raise, Joffrey."

Tywin's majestic voice resounded throughout the palace, but at this moment Joffrey...his ears were filled with auditory hallucinations and he could not hear the old lion's words at all, or perhaps he himself was rejecting the old lion's voice.

Joffrey's pupils dilated. In his eyes, Tywin's turning movement seemed to become extremely slow, as if the rhythm of the whole world suddenly slowed down.

Do you still expect to be a king hiding in the gutter?

You don't even dare to resist the old lion...

If it weren't for Lord Tywin...

You will become the greatest king of all time (Chapter 382)…

Joffrey's face suddenly twisted as his eyes, filled with fine red bloodshot, stared at the old lion's back. He climbed down from the Iron Throne, bent down and picked up the "Lion's Tooth" sword lying on the stone slab.

As he tightened his grip on the hilt of the Lion's Tooth sword, he seemed to hear his mother's encouraging voice in his ears.

Joffrey, the King is Fearless (Chapters 249, 336)!

His ferocious look was mixed with madness. He took two steps at a time and rushed forward suddenly. Just like he had done in countless dreams, he did not hesitate to stab the lion's tooth sword into the old lion's back.

Lord Tywin, who had just stepped down two steps, suddenly felt a piercing chill on his back. He lowered his eyes in disbelief and looked at the tip of the sword protruding from his abdomen.

"I am the king of the country!"

Joffrey's roar was heard behind him, and Lord Tywin's hazy light green eyes were filled with horror.

Scarlet blood bubbles came out of his mouth, and he could only utter indistinctly: "Lannis...ster..."

Tywin Lannister's body fell heavily like a collapsing mountain, and then... rolled down the stairs under the Iron Throne.

(End of this chapter)