iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 477: King's Arrival (End)

The bachelor's necklace made a soft sound. Pycelle paused for a moment, then bowed to the little rose beside Green.

Then, he continued, turning to Green, "Lord Tommen, Princess Myrcella, and Ser Jaime are all inside. Queen Cersei, alas, is waiting for you."

Green clenched his fist, looked aside, and said, "Miss Margery, I'll go in later."

At this time, Prime Minister Harris Swyft, Earl Giles Rosby and others also came to Green.

After a simple greeting, Margaery moved towards the Queen Mother's bedroom. Lord Matus Rowan, who was about to follow her, was stopped by several gold-cloaked captains.

Green's eyes followed and said, "Lord Rowan, don't forget that you are the Minister of the Navy."

Prime Minister Harris's eyes moved, and he immediately echoed, "As a minister before the king, you should be more concerned about the kingdom in crisis at this time, instead of thinking of yourself as a guard."

After saying that, Harris smiled at Green, his smile was slightly flattering.

Grand Maester Pycelle glanced at Prime Minister Harris and sighed, "Lord Matus, the kingdom needs your service."

"………" Matus Rowan stood silently with the ministers in front of the emperor. This time no one stopped him.

After a pause, Green glanced at everyone, frowned, and said: "The Queen Mother's injury..."

He closed his eyes: "...How long can she live?"

Pycelle's face was filled with sorrow. "I have tried my best to treat her. Qyburn assisted me. However, the Queen Mother's injuries...are too severe. All I can do is try to alleviate her pain..."

Green interrupted Pycelle's slow statement coldly and repeated, "How long can she live?"

Grand Maester Pycelle glanced at Green, who had an expressionless face, cautiously, and said slowly, "When the Queen Mother finishes her conversation with you, the milk of poppies will make her have a sweet dream..."

After trembling his lips for a while, he seemed unable to continue speaking because of extreme sadness.

After a suffocating silence, Green reached out and patted Pycelle on the shoulder: "Grand Maester, you have performed your duties brilliantly. Let's... go in."

Hearing Green's affirmation, Pycelle finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although the Duke was both fair and generous, the old maester was also impressed by his cruelty.

Pycelle straightened his back slightly and quickly followed Green's footsteps. He lowered his voice and said beside him, "Lord Green, Coben cannot be trusted. I don't think he is one of us..."

The Queen Mother's bedroom.

The fire in the fireplace was blazing, and the hot house was filled with the smell of blood.

Next to the Queen Mother's bed, Tommen Baratheon was crying in Margaery Tyrell's arms, while Myrcella Baratheon was crying and whispering to comfort her brother.

On the other side of the bed, Jaime Lannister, covered in dried blood, held Cersei's hand motionlessly, his once strong shoulders seemed to have collapsed.

When Green and others entered the room, Coben, who was standing beside the bed, bowed to them.

Tap, tap, tap. The ministers in front of the emperor stopped a little away from the bed, and Green walked over alone.

On the bed, Cersei Lannister was covered with a thick blanket. Her face was extremely pale, her jewel-like green eyes were dull, and the breath of death emanated from her body.

The butler quietly brought a wooden chair to Green.

After he sat down, he looked around for a long time before calling out, "Queen Cersei."

After a pause, he said again: "Cersei."

"Cersei."

After calling three times, the pair of green eyes suddenly had a little light. Cersei looked at Green, trembling with pale lips, and whispered: "Green...you...Glynn..."

Green took Cersei's cold hand, kissed the back of it lightly, and said, "Cersei Lannister, tell me, what can I do for you?" Moving her lips, Cersei squeezed out a voice with difficulty: "Revenge... Kill them all... Revenge..."

Green glanced at James across from him, nodded, and said gently: "Don't worry, the lioness's wrath will descend upon the church, and King's Landing will hear the lioness's roar."

A smile appeared on Cersei's lips: "I...can't...reward...you..."

Staring into her eyes, Green smiled gently: "I will continue to wait for the reward you promised."

Ser Jaime suddenly looked at Green, and so did the others around the bed.

Cersei's eyes lit up a little more. She stared at Green and moved her lips: "Tommen..."

"Don't worry, he will be fine."

"Myrcella..."

"Don't worry, she will be fine."

After a long while, Cersei's eyes left Green: "Qyburn...my...suicide note..."

Hearing this, Coben came to the bedside, pulled out a rolled parchment from his sleeve, and unfolded it in front of her.

Cersei checked her own will with difficulty, tapped her chin, and said, "Read..."

Qyburn looked over, and Green nodded slightly, responding, "Grand Maester Pycelle, thank you for your help."

As soon as he finished speaking, Pycelle hurried over and solemnly took Cersei's suicide note from Qyburn.

Pycelle turned to the crowd, cleared his throat, and read aloud: "This is the will of Cersei of House Lannister, Queen Regent and Protector of the Realm, Duchess of Casterly Rock..."

"I hereby appoint Grimm of the House of Crabbe, Duke of the Eyrie, as Regent and Protector of the Realm, to rule the kingdom on behalf of the King until His Majesty Tommen Baratheon comes of age."

"It is hereby declared that Princess Myrcella Baratheon shall inherit the title of Duke of Casterly Rock and be Governor of the Westerlands... Upon her death, the King and the Small Council shall be responsible for transferring the honor and power of Casterly Rock and the Westerlands to... a member of the House of Lannister designated by Princess Myrcella Baratheon."

After the reading, Grand Maester Pycelle glanced at the people present with different expressions, and said to the ministers of the Royal Council: "Handholder Harris, Lord Gyles, please confirm Queen Mother Cersei's suicide note."

After the ministers of the Royal Council signed and stamped their personal seals, Grand Maester Pycelle walked tremblingly in front of Tommen.

"Your Majesty, please confirm."

A pair of chubby little hands took the mother's suicide note, sniffed, and said, "Margaret, help me take a look."

Hearing this, Margaret's pupils shrank slightly. She quickly felt the lioness's gaze, although it was not very sharp...

"Let's watch it together, my king." Hearing Margaery's voice, Tommen nodded obediently.

After the little king and his fiancée confirmed it, Tommen took the quill and signed and stamped it himself... This was his favorite king's game recently.

Finally, Maester Pycelle came to Green's side and handed the suicide note to him respectfully: "Your Highness, Regent, please confirm it."

Just as Green was about to look, Cersei's weak voice came over: "Add one more..."

Under the gaze of everyone, she said intermittently: "In my name... cancel the engagement... between Tommen and Margaery..."

hum!
The air seemed to freeze in an instant, everyone present was stunned, and everything around fell into an eerie silence.

Margaery stood up in disbelief, even forgetting that Tommen was still in her arms, and almost fell on the spot.

(End of this chapter)