iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 485 Bloodline 8
Matus Rowan shrugged. "This is the only possible outcome. According to the regent, the church that dares to challenge the royal majesty must be punished."

Margaery Tyrell paced lightly and murmured, "Has Green drawn his sword?"

Lord Matus's expression was slightly complicated: "To be precise, the one who drew the sword against the church was Jaime Lannister."

A pair of elk eyes looked over, and he continued, "According to my people, the flag flying in the Cathedral Square is a lion flag. The regent's army is considered an assistant."

He shrugged again. "Thousands... assisted Ser Jaime and the hundreds of Lannister redcloaks he led."

Margaery chuckled. "It seems that he really loves Cersei Lannister."

After a pause, she restrained her smile and said, "Lord Matus, my father's army will be able to reach King's Landing in three days at the latest. During this period, we must not only stabilize the situation in King's Landing, but also stabilize Regent Green who has drawn his sword."

Lord Matus sighed secretly. Of the fifty thousand troops that attacked Storm's End, thirty thousand had been transferred to support Highgarden (Chapter 431), leaving only twenty thousand troops for the Duke of Mace to bring to King's Landing.

And Regent Green claimed that he had 100,000 soldiers and horses...

Regardless of whether there are so many soldiers and horses following Crabbe's arrival at King's Landing, the current situation is that the Regent has already controlled six thousand gold robes, plus the thousands of Crabbe soldiers who entered King's Landing today...

Therefore, the Duke of Metz's army could not threaten the Regent who had already taken control of the King's City.

Unless the Duke of Metz summons 100,000 troops from the Reach...

Earl Matus shook his head secretly. The invasion of the Crow's Eye had already made the people of the River Reach panic. At this time... most lords would not actively respond to the order to send troops. At most, they would send a small number of soldiers to perfunctorily satisfy the kind lord of the River Reach.

Retracting his thoughts, he said to her sternly, "Miss Margaery, forgive me for being frank, but with the addition of the army of Lord Mace, Tyrell and Crabbe are at best evenly matched. Moreover, the last words of Queen Mother Cersei are very disadvantageous to us."

Margaery nodded slightly, and took a quick look at the serious-looking Lord Matus. She opened her rosy lips and said, "What should I do? Tyrell needs your wisdom, my lord."

Matus stared at her, shook his head slightly, and said, "This is the Red Keep, the center of the Seven Kingdoms. Tyrell needs your wisdom more than ever before. As your protector, the advice I can give you is..."

He placed his right hand on his chest and said solemnly: "If the negotiations are not 'fair', we are not afraid to go to war with Kleber."

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When they passed through the Hall of Lights and arrived at the main hall of the Great Sept, there were only a few dozen red-robed people barely standing around Sir Jaime.

In front of the gate of the Baelor Cathedral, the sparrows went completely crazy...

When they pushed open the door, what awaited them were seventy-seven warrior sons (one of the cult's armed forces) wearing armor and rainbow cloaks, and many sparrows holding shields and axes...

The flames in the brazier flickered.

In Jaime's sight, a thin old monk was kneeling under the altar, and the faces of the Seven Gods were looking at him and them.

Danglanglang.

Sir Jaime threw away the helmet, tightened his grip on the sword hilt, and walked over.

The old monk slowly stood up and faced the "Bloody Man" James.

"The High Sparrow?"

The High Sparrow tapped his chin and said kindly, "White Knight, there didn't have to be so many deaths tonight. I have sent someone to tell the Regent that when the sun rises, I will commit suicide in front of King's Landing to atone for my sins."

Pausing, Ser Jaime looked down at the High Sparrow in front of him and said coldly: "You shouldn't humiliate Cersei."

The High Sparrow sighed slightly, "She killed gods, and her actions must be punished."

Staring at him, Ser Jaime moved his neck. "God-killing?"

The High Sparrow's gentle voice seemed to soothe Jaime's murderous intent: "The High Septon is the spokesperson for the Seven Gods on earth. Her Majesty Cersei murdered the former High Septon."

Ser Jaime raised his lips coldly: "So, if I kill you now, I will be a godslayer?"

The High Sparrow sighed again, "I am destined to die. Whether I die now or tomorrow, the result you seek will be the same."

He smiled slightly. "Since the result is the same, I ask you to let me extinguish the fire of my life. At least... I don't want to become another heavy shackle for the rest of your life, Regicide."

Ser Jaime closed his eyes, his chest rising and falling slowly. "You should not humiliate her."

The High Sparrow took a small step closer. "The Bible of the Seven says: All sins will be forgiven, but first..."

James' eyes suddenly opened, and then... a cold light flashed.

The head with a kind expression flew high in an instant, then fell heavily and rolled several times on the stone slab.

flutter!
James' face was spattered with warm blood.

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Outside the door of the Great Cathedral, Ser Jaime, holding the head of the High Sparrow, raised his head and took a deep breath.

Soon, Sandor Clegane approached Jaime, leading a tall white horse.

Lifting the dog-faced visor, Sandor glanced at the open-eyed head in Jaime's hand and said, "He looks peaceful."

James couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth. He wanted to... make a joke like he did before, but failed.

Silently taking the reins from the Hound, Ser Jaime mounted his horse.

"Having a drink when you can."

After saying that, he glanced at the people around him who were carrying corpses, then Jaime kicked his spurs and galloped towards the Red Castle.

James' figure quickly disappeared into the night. The Hound withdrew his gaze and whispered, "Maybe there will be a chance..."

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Outside the temporary dormitory of the Red Keep Cathedral, Little Rose, who had just settled Tommen, could not hide the fatigue on her face.

"Margaery..." The footsteps came closer and closer. Hearing Maegor Tyrell's call, Margaery moved her eyes towards the direction where the voice came from.

"Leave this to me."

While signaling the maids around her to leave, Megge put on the dark green cloak she brought with her for Margaery.

Then she whispered in Little Rose's ear, "He will rest in his bedroom in the throne room tonight."

Glancing at the night outside the corridor window, Margaret put on the hood of her cloak and said, "It's late. Let's ride over there."

Mei Ge, who was following Margaret, couldn't help but open his eyes wide, looked around, and lowered his voice and asked, "Will the noise be...too loud?"

Margaret pursed her lips and curved them, saying, "They will close their eyes."

Although he didn't understand what Margery meant, Mei Ge still said "Oh" and didn't ask any further questions.

After walking out of the small door of the Red Castle Cathedral, Mei Ge couldn't help but ask again: "Miss Margaret, I'm worried... um, will there be any 'danger'?"

Margaret just smiled and said nothing.

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"I would be very sorry if I disturbed the regent's rest, loyal Sir Ange."

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In the corridor on the second floor of the throne room, Sir Anguy, who was on night watch, led the way, followed by Margaery and Meg, who were wearing cloaks of the same color.

Looking at Ange who seemed to be hesitant to speak, Margaret smiled softly, "If you are really worried, I wouldn't mind searching you, sir."

Sir Anguy was slightly embarrassed. He scratched his hair sheepishly and said, "His Highness has told us that Golden Rose is a friend of Marigold. Please forgive my intrusion, Miss."

Glancing at the night watch guard who appeared about five steps away, Margaret tilted her head slightly and said, "Yes, Marigold is a friend of Golden Rose."

They stopped in front of a dormitory door. Just as Sir Ange was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, his hand was pulled into Mega's arms.

"Sir, I heard that you are the top archer in Kleber?"

His eyes couldn't help but glance at Mei Ge's outstanding fullness, and his Adam's apple rolled. Sir Ange showed the aristocratic smile that he had only recently mastered.

"Hey, Miss Mei Ge, I'm in Mermaid Harbor..."

Margaret glanced at Kleber's number one archer, who was attracted by Meg's charm but was still secretly keeping an eye on her, smiled, and pushed the door open.

"I am fascinated by your heroic story..." The door closed from the inside, blocking out the sound of An Gai and Mei Ge's conversation.

The dormitory was very quiet, and I could vaguely hear the sound of even breathing.

Margaret adjusted herself to the dimness in the room and walked lightly towards the bed.

Coming to the bed, Margaret paused and called softly, "Green."

Then, without waiting for the person on the bed to react, there was a rustling sound... cloak, long skirt, undergarment... Little Rose's clothes fell gently one by one onto the Myr carpet under the bed.

The moonlight shining into the room was dim, and the white skin of Little Rose seemed to be glowing.

"Honey………"

With another whispered call, she threw back the blanket and slid inside.

Feeling the heat on his neck, the softness of his full body and the fluttering hair, the sleeping Green leader opened his eyelids actively.

The breathing sounds in the silent room gradually became rapid.

Green slowly opened his eyes, looked at the beauty lying on him and moving around in a daze, and said hoarsely: "Mar...Geri?"

“…It’s me…bo…darling…”

Margaret's soft body slid, and then her little face appeared above Green's sight. The lady Rose was like a charming kitten that captivated people's souls.

The pair of bright eyes stared at Green who was not fully awake yet, stroked his cheek, raised his lips, and said: "I missed you, my knight."

Green's hands explored Little Rose's body for a while and whispered, "Well, this is not a dream."

Margery couldn't help laughing: "Yes, I just confirmed it too."

Margaret's beautiful eyes were filled with love, even the night could not block it. Looking at her... Lord Green silently recited the clan's motto: United we stand.

After a passionate kiss, the bodies rolled, with the marigold on top and the golden rose on the bottom.

Lying on the bed, Little Rose raised her chin, grabbed his hair with one hand, and responded to Green who repeated what she had done before in a somewhat unfamiliar manner.

I don’t know how long it had been, but the infatuated little rose suddenly heard Green sigh.

"I have an idea, dear."

Little Rose chuckled, then rolled again. The Golden Rose and Marigold switched places, and then she slid down slowly, bit by bit.

.........

early morning.

Green put his hands behind his head and lay on the bed admiring Little Rose's beautiful back and the sight of her getting dressed.

Glancing sideways at Green, Little Rose shook her long brown curly hair with her hand, then leaned over and gave Green a light kiss on the forehead.

She patted Green's cheek with her little hand, blinked one eye, and said, "If time permits, I'll come to see you again in the evening, dear."

(End of this chapter)