iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 408 Blonde Girl (End)

Kevan stood outside the door but did not go in. Not long after, the guests inside came out one after another... They seemed to be in a particularly good mood. Some of them stared at the golden dragon in their hands while walking, muttering "God bless you" in disbelief.

The servant came to Kevan's side and said respectfully, "Sir, you may go in."

Lord Kevan slowly raised his eyes, looking at the dark clouds that seemed to be about to rain at any time, and his thoughts drifted away involuntarily. If... Aerys II agreed to marry his niece to Prince Rhaegar, perhaps the tragic war would not have broken out. Because Cersei would give Rhaegar the son he wanted, a little lion with silver mane and purple eyes... Lyanna Stark did have a wild beauty, but... no matter how a torch burned, it could not compare to the vibrant light of the West. Rhaegar would probably not even look at the girl from the north a second time.

In this way, nothing ridiculous would happen between Jaime and Cersei.

He shook his head slightly. Perhaps Tywin's death without knowing it was a mercy from the gods.

Retracting his thoughts, Lord Kevan sighed secretly, then walked into the tavern. He knew very well in his heart that this was just an unrealistic fantasy of an old man reminiscing about the past.

Prince Rhaegar married Princess Elia of Dorne, Lyanna Stark died, and Cersei married Robert Baratheon, and that's real history.

In the tavern, not long after Count Kevan sat down, the blonde girl who cleaned his room came trotting down the wooden stairs again.

After a while, hurried footsteps were heard again, and the blonde girl skillfully brought barbecue, ale and other food to Earl Kevan.

In order to make it easier to work, the blonde girl rolled up her sleeves, revealing a pair of slender arms. Her slightly darker wheat-colored skin exuded a vibrant glow.

Looking at the busy girl in front of him, Lord Kevan said, "Child, what should I call you?"

The blonde girl put the last plate in place and shyly straightened her slightly messy gray numb dress: "My noble lord, my name is Leah."

As she spoke, she cleared her throat as if to relieve her nervousness, and blinked her clear blue eyes that seemed to be able to speak: "Everyone calls me Little Leah, you can call me that too."

Hearing this, Lord Kevan couldn't help but smile amiably and said in a gentle voice: "I'll remember that, little Leah. Good girl, thank you for your thoughtful service."

The servant standing by looked at the lord who was finally in a better mood, took out a small purse containing seven gold dragons from his pocket, and threw it to Leah: "This is a reward from Lord Lannister."

Feeling the weight in her little hand, Leah couldn't help but open her eyes wide, she seemed a little scared.

Lord Kevan smiled like an old father, waved his hand, and said, "Go and get busy."

Leah left with excitement and trepidation, while Kevan's servant picked up the fork and tasted every dish on the table first: "My lord, no problems have been found for the time being."

Heavy rain suddenly poured down.

Kevan looked over there, and saw raindrops as big as beans hitting the window fiercely. The sudden heavy rain was like the situation in the Red Keep. He always felt that the "accident" over there was far from over, and the future was still full of variables.

Duke Green willingly sacrificed himself for her out of love?

His brother's golden daughter grew up to be a vain, stupid and greedy woman.

Even if it is really for love, where does that love come from? Does it not rely on wisdom, but simply on beauty?
So... how long can such a man be deceived? Her niece is already thirty-three years old. Time will mercilessly take away the love that the gods once gave her. Wrinkles will appear on her belly, and her breasts will become shriveled and sagging. By then... from the beginning, she was not a real sword holder.

Moreover, such a woman will sooner or later ruin Tommen, as Joffrey set as a precedent.

Kevan missed Tywin terribly at this moment... Although his brother could no longer protect the Lannisters, he had already planned an enduring future for the family. He only needed to start from Harrenhal and govern the land of the Riverlands well. Together with the Westerlands, he would be able to seize power in the center of the Seven Kingdoms at any time.

He has decided to expel Cersei from the Red Keep when the time is right, pull out all her "teeth", and make her stay in Casterly Rock.

Tywin would certainly understand him. If he were his brother, he would never allow his willful daughter to damage the family's honor. Everything he did was for the Lannisters.

Retracting his thoughts and pausing for a moment, Lord Kevan spoke slowly: "This rain won't last long. After eating, we'll take a short rest and set off as soon as the rain stops."

After lunch, Lord Kevan went to the room on the second floor, and his servants and two red robes were guarding outside the door.

He took off his boots and sat on the worn wooden chair in front of the small fireplace, which was filled with black ashes and dying embers, making it look particularly desolate.

After sitting quietly for a while, as he was not sleepy at all, Lord Kevan asked the servant outside the door to bring a map of the Riverlands and a jug of wine.

Kevan held the wine glass in one hand and shook it gently, and the purple-red liquid swirled in the glass.

He looked down at the location of the farmland near Harrenhal on the map, thinking about a series of issues such as farmers, farm tools, and food.

Suddenly thinking of the report from the Citadel he saw yesterday, Lord Kevan frowned. They said that the weather in the north had changed, and they predicted that it was a sign of the coming of winter.

Winter... He could only be thankful that the Citadel released black ravens carrying letters. If the Citadel had released white ravens, it would have confirmed the change of seasons.

Kevan frowned. The Citadel's reports were always cautious. Perhaps the time left for the farmland in the Riverlands was... only one season at most. He must not waste time.

He got up and walked to the window. The rain was still falling heavily. The pouring rain kept hitting the window, making crackling sounds.

At the same time, the sunlight began to become dazzling, penetrating through layers of dark clouds and casting a few rays of light.

He thought they would be able to set off soon, or perhaps... he should refer to Duke Green's suggestion and visit the lords whose castles had not been breached along the way to Harrenhal to discuss the purchase of food.

Although the rain continued to hit the windows, the house was silent and dull, as if shrouded in an invisible pressure.

Lord Kevan stared out the window absentmindedly, feeling a sense of fatigue. Perhaps he was really old. If it were in the past...

Just as Kevan was sighing for a while, a lively voice came from outside the door, which seemed to be Leah's voice.

Then, the sound of fighting suddenly broke out over there, and the shouting and the sound of weapons clashing instantly broke the original calm.

What happened? !
Soon, it suddenly became quiet outside the door, and then... there was a loud bang, and the door of the room was slammed open.

The dark-skinned and strong woman appeared first, followed by a woman with a long black braid and various weapons, and then... Leah? !

Their bodies were covered in blood. Although he was shocked, Kevan remained calm and his hand quickly reached for the sword at his waist.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

The blonde girl smiled slightly, but there was no warmth in her smile: "Please allow me to reintroduce us. You can call us the Sand Snakes."

The Sand Snakes...Prince Oberyn's illegitimate daughter? How did they find this place? Who betrayed his whereabouts?!

"Don't look at it. We have already sent your guards to see the Stranger. Those red robes are quite difficult to deal with."

The sand snakes slowly drew out their slender short swords, and the swords flashed with cold light.

"Kevan Lannister, the revenge of the Sand Snakes has just begun."

More female warriors covered in blood rushed into the room and surrounded Kevan.

"For my father!" The sound of thin metal piercing into flesh was heard.

"For Princess Ilia!"

Phew!

"For Prince Aegon (Prince Rhaegar's youngest son)!"

With blood gushing from his body, Ser Kevan tried to fight back, but the strength was draining from him and his body swayed uncontrollably.

"For Princess Rhaenys!"

"Cruel Lannister, Princess Rhaenys was stabbed by you fifty times. Today we are only collecting a little interest."

"My dear Lord Lannister, please take your time to die so that we can stab you a few more times."

Phew!

Phew!

Phew!

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Being held up, Kevan's body trembled violently, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his lips moved slightly: "Dona..., Lan ...

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The circular meeting room of the Kingsguard.

"Who is guarding the king?"

"Ser Mandon Moore and Ser Meryn Trant!"

"Can they protect your majesty?"

"Defend till death!"

Ser Jaime glanced at the people present and said, "Please take your seats, Kingsguard."

After everyone was seated, he glanced at the Kingsguard again and said, "I called you here today to announce two things. First, I will arrange for each of you to take turns leading troops to the riverside to wipe out those bandit gangs that are doing evil everywhere."

Ser Osmund Kettleblack looked around and grinned, "Lord Jaime, this seems to be my old skill. I beg you to let me go first."

Young Ser Balon Swann (Grimm’s archery champion during the tourney, chapter 146) was a large man and grinned too, but said nothing.

"very good."

Ser Jaime nodded and said, "My brothers in the Kingsguard, I hope you will remember that our duty is not only to protect the king, but also to fight for the king when necessary."

Except for Sandor Clegane, who was as still as a stone statue, everyone else responded in unison: "As you command, Captain!"

"The second thing is, every month, I will carefully select some people to challenge the Kingsguard present here. I will inform you in advance that you have no right to refuse the challengers I arrange."

After a moment of silence, Sir Osmond chuckled and said, "Is there a reward for winning?"

Sir Baron scratched his hair and said, "Sir, it's easy to get hurt in a challenge. Will this... affect our duty to protect the king?"

Jaime looked at Osmund first: "If you can defeat me one day, you will be the captain of the Kingsguard."

Then he looked at Baron and asked, "Are you worried about getting hurt?"

Under James's sharp gaze, Balon was a little nervous. He shook his head quickly: "I accept the challenge at any time and defeat all challengers beautifully to maintain the sacred honor of the Kingsguard!"

This time, Jaime withdrew his gaze from Balon, slowly looked around at everyone, and said loudly: "Always remember, everyone, the Kingsguard represents the most powerful knights in the Seven Kingdoms!"

Ser Osmund shrugged. "I will remember, Lord Jaime, that honor is the highest reward of the Kingsguard."

Ser Balon looked at Osmund, who looked lazy, and turned to Jaime. "Sir, may I challenge my brothers in the Kingsguard?"

"I am at your service, Ser Baron Swann."

"I am not challenging you." Baron stood up, turned his gaze to another man, and continued: "I challenge you with a sword, Sir Osmund Kettleblack!"

Osmond looked up at Baron, grinned, and spread his hands: "I am also ready to serve you at any time."

At this moment, the Hound's harsh voice suddenly sounded: "I have no time to watch the clown's performance. Lord James, I want to take off my white robe."

Hearing this, everyone looked at the Hound. Jaime frowned and said, "You want to quit the Kingsguard?"

"Yes, you heard me right. The king I was protecting is dead. I have no reason to stay here any longer."

Sir Osmond looked at the Hound and smiled, "If you say so, everyone here must take off their white robes immediately."

The hound staggered a little as he stood up from the chair. He stared at Osmond, patted his leg that had not yet healed, and said in a hoarse voice: "Kateblack, it can kick your ass anytime."

Osmond's face became stiff: "I will wait for you to recover from your injury. I am also waiting for you at any time?"

With a cold snort, the Hound's eyes turned to Jaime again: "This is my own business. It has nothing to do with you. If you are in trouble, you can just expel me, just like King Joffrey expelled Ser Barristan Selmy (Chapter 168)."

Ser Jaime rubbed his head in pain and said, "Sandor Clegane, I want to tell you that you are a good knight... Kingsguard, you don't have to blame yourself for the death of King Joffrey."

Sandor took a step forward and walked towards the gate. "I will not wait long, Lord Lannister."

Sandor limped to the door and was about to open it, but the door was suddenly pushed open by itself.

"Lord Sandor, did you come here specially to greet me?"

Hearing the voice, Sir James looked over there in confusion. It seemed to be Green's voice? How did he get here?
All the Kingsguards stood up and looked towards the door.

(End of this chapter)