iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 410 Two Women
Her voice echoed through the empty room. "If necessary, I will announce to the Seven Kingdoms that Martell is the murderer of Kevan Lannister, or I will offer to bring Prince Doran and his heir to King's Landing to pledge their loyalty to my son."

James crossed his arms over his chest, a trace of sarcasm on his face, and said: "My wise sister, you should at least convince others to believe your words? The power of regent is not a reason for you to act recklessly, and your tongue is not the law of the kingdom."

Cersei's eyes flashed with anger, and her voice rose a few degrees: "You are indeed stupid, but I am not a fool. Don't you understand what I mean? I want to use my uncle's affairs to avenge him and solve the mess left by the old lion!"

James couldn't help but sneer, the mockery on his face deepened. "Use? Yes, I am the fool. Which corridor of Maegor's Tower was it last night? Is your reason to take advantage of Osmund Kettleblack and not consider the occasion? I am curious about what value he has that is worthy of my good sister's use? Is it to piss off Green? If so, please allow me to sympathize with the Duke and not mention his past merits... I remember that he just helped you win the power of the Royal Court a few days ago."

Cersei stared at Jaime quietly, the anger in her eyes seemed to be able to devour him. When he finished speaking, time seemed to freeze for a moment, and a slight curve suddenly appeared on her lips, and she leaned towards him.

James clearly saw the huge curves and the white flowers. He and she looked at each other at a distance of more than a palm, and the air seemed to become hot.

Her soft voice reached James' ears, full of temptation: "Aren't you feeling sorry for Green? I can feel your jealousy because I allowed others to climb into the bed that once belonged to you?"

Jaime's breathing suddenly became heavy, but he quickly regained his composure. He turned his face quickly to the other side and said coldly: "Cersei, we're over a long time ago. I'm not interested in who you sleep with."

He seemed to want to completely freeze the past between them, but Cersei's smile did not diminish. She straightened up and said, "My Jaime, are you going to guard the door again and protect the sound of my pleasure all night long?"

She took off her hairnet and placed it on the bedpost, then gracefully shook out her golden curls, which cascaded down like a waterfall, and the golden light seemed particularly dazzling under the candlelight.

"I've been waiting for you to come back, James."

Then...she leaned forward again, staring at him closely, and opened her seductive red lips slightly: "You ignored me because you know that I will always miss you and want you forever?"

As she spoke, the lioness's claws crawled down his belly and pulled it out skillfully. He felt a familiar chill.

The lioness came over and with a clang, the chair fell onto the stone slab. James was forced to stand up and step back in a panic.

Jaime gritted his teeth and said, "Cersei, this is the White Sword Tower of the Kingsguard!"

"Isn't that perfect?" Anger appeared in the lioness's bright green eyes. She moved closer again, hurriedly lifting up James' coat, and her breathing became rapid.

Jaime quickly pushed Cersei away: "Don't forget, it was you who ordered me to put on the white robe again."

Cersei shook her head, her long curls rippling in golden waves around her white shoulders.

"You forgot, James, that you have always been with me in a white robe."

James straightened his coat, his lips trembling slightly, and said slowly: "I have woken up from a beautiful dream, Your Majesty, I just want to redeem my extremely terrible life now."

Cersei looked up at Jaime for a while before she stood up. She patted her white skirt and said coldly, "I am so stupid to come to you... It was you who betrayed my love! It was you!"

Her mouth twisted in irritation: "You! You! You!"

James stepped back again, then stood still, closed his eyes, and let the lioness roar. Although his face did not show it, his heart was full of contradictions and pain. The love he once had had had become so unbearable.

After venting her anger, the lioness showed unusual calmness. She gathered her hair, her movements elegant yet somewhat indifferent.

"The old lion's biggest regret is that he doesn't have a real son. I could have been a satisfactory heir to him, but unfortunately he has no son."

She snatched up the hairnet from the bedpost. "Speaking of it, ser, I must remind you that it's still hanging out of your trousers. It's shrunken and small."

Before leaving, she smiled at him and said, "Jaime Lannister, I wish you to rot in your cold white bed, alone for the rest of your life."

There was a loud slam of the door, James glanced down, and reached out to straighten his pants.

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The next morning, the sun was shining brightly.

In the maiden's garden, Maegor Tyrell and other rose maidens played the game of chase with Tommen Baratheon on the grass, with laughter rising and falling.

Under the gazebo in the garden, Margery wore a green off-shoulder dress. The fabric of the dress was as smooth as silk, fitting her graceful figure and showing her beautiful curves perfectly.

Compared to her usual sweet girlish look, this outfit makes the Little Rose of High Garden show more of a feminine temptation.

Tommen's eyes occasionally moved from his playfulness to Margaery's, and whenever they met, she would smile softly, her smile as bright as summer, and respond to him tenderly. "My Margaery."

Madam Olenna staggered over to her side, her cloudy eyes following her granddaughter's gaze. She paused for a moment and said, "Your little fiancé is very happy. You have done a good job. Now... time is on your side."

He looked away and carefully examined Margaret. Her eyes were filled with satisfaction. "Rose in our house is really charming... Come with me for a walk... If I were as beautiful as you back then, your grandfather would not have dared to indulge in hunting and eventually fall off the cliff with the horse."

"Grandma~"

Margaery walked slowly towards the bench with Lady Olenna on her arm.

After they were seated, Margaery handed Lady Olenna a cup of tea, and after she took a sip, she said, "Grandmother, can I use that information?"

"That slut's moaning?"

Lady Olenna's eyes were deep. She looked at the running figure of the little king and continued, "My Margaery, it is up to you to decide when and how to use it."

She patted Margaery's white hand with her wrinkled hands and said, "You are the Rose of King's Landing, and the future of the Rose family is in your hands."

"I will remember your teachings."

Margaret grabbed the back of her grandmother's hand with her other hand, her eyes filled with dependence and reluctance: "Grandma, can't you stay a little longer?"

"I've had enough of the smell of shit and urine. If I stay here any longer, I'll be suffocated by the stench sooner or later. I want to live a few more years to see if the heir to the Iron Throne born by my granddaughter inherits his mother's wisdom."

Lady Olenna's tone suddenly changed, and she said angrily, "Don't worry, in the next few years...your grandmother will pray devoutly every day, asking the gods not to let your child inherit the Duke of Highgarden's boar brain."

Margaery, whose eyes were red, could not help but chuckle, "I believe that father will definitely break through Storm's End this time and become famous in the Seven Kingdoms."

Lady Olenna snorted and said, "He will become truly famous in the Seven Kingdoms only if an army of fifty thousand cannot conquer Storm's End, where only a few hundred defenders remain."

After a pause, she snorted again, "He is stupid and greedy. In order to take all the credit for conquering Storm's End, my foolish son has ordered Lord Matus and the Redwyne Fleet to stay in King's Landing."

After a pause, Lady Olenna stared at her granddaughter and said in a serious tone, "Tomorrow, Garlan will also leave with me. When he becomes the Earl of Brightwater... before returning to the Red Castle to serve as your captain of the guard, my left-hand and right-hand guards (Chapter 120) will lead the green robes to be responsible for your safety. In addition, before I came to find you, I summoned Earl Matus and Earl Paxter (the head of the Redwyne family). The two of them will be at your disposal."

"Grandma, thank you for everything you have done for me." Margaret leaned her little face gently on Lady Olenna's thin shoulder, her voice full of gratitude and attachment.

Lady Olenna patted Margaery kindly and said, "In order to make that whore believe that she has won what she thought was a victory at the royal council, the Rose family drama must be played out well. An old woman like me naturally cannot stay here to get in her way."

After a pause, she continued, "With that slut's lust for power, she will soon be entangled in tedious government affairs. This is your chance. When she comes to her senses, her son is no longer the well-behaved son she thought he was, but a king who can distinguish honor and disgrace by himself. He will even feel ashamed of his mother's behavior. Do you understand, my Margaery?"

Margaery nodded gently on her grandmother's shoulder, "I understand, Grandmother. I will be the two most important women in Tommen's life."

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"Left, left, right, up, left, down, right, right, left..."

On the training ground of Winterfell, the sound of wooden swords colliding with each other could be heard constantly.

Arya Stark rested the tip of her training sword against Syrio Forel's thigh and said, "Water Dancer, you are about to fall."

Arya was imitating his tone, and Syrio smiled gracefully. He moved the training sword slightly beside her neck and said, "Yes, I will fall, but you will die, girl."

Arya's cheeks puffed up and she said, "Syrio, you will fall first. I am faster than you this time."

Syrio grinned and said slowly, "Yes, you are faster than me, but your arms are shorter than mine. My sword will pierce your neck first, stubborn girl."

Arya grimaced. "Hmph. I'll be all grown up soon."

Syrio put away his sword and stepped back: "You can be faster, as swift as a deer, as swift as a snake..."

(End of this chapter)