iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 487 Bloodline 10
"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Everyone bowed slightly and respectfully towards where Tommen was.

"Tommen."

Green reached out a hand and placed it on the young king's shoulder, "The Seven Kingdoms are watching you, stay strong."

Tommen sniffed. "I see, Regent Green."

Green's eyes shifted to the side. "Princess Myrcella, I will take care of the Westerly. When the time comes... you want to stay in the Red Keep with Tommen, or go to Casterly Rock. I will respect your choice."

Mircella wiped away the tears from her eyes and bowed gently to Green: "Thank you, Your Highness the Regent. I will consider it carefully."

Looking at Green who was comforting the king and princess with soft words, the people around him couldn't help but nod their heads in approval for his kindness... and his care and dedication to the royal family.

Green looked up at Margaret, then nodded and stood up.

"Everyone."

Green looked around, and everyone in the temple fell silent, their eyes focused on him.

He spoke slowly: "May the gods bless the king."

"May the gods bless the king..."

Everyone responded, and their neat and low voices echoed in every corner of the church, adding a solemnity and dignity to this sad moment.

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"Ser Jaime."

Ange came to the sarcophagus and seeing that James did not respond, he called out again.

After a pause, James's green eyes, which seemed to have lost their luster, finally moved slightly.

Ange moved closer: "His Highness Green invites you to talk."

After a while, Jaime exhaled, and with difficulty he turned his gaze away from Cersei in the sarcophagus, and said hoarsely, "Lead the way for me."

The God Slayer took a slightly stiff step forward. His posture was no longer as agile as usual, and each step seemed heavy and difficult.

When everyone saw his figure approaching, they all avoided him, as if they were very "afraid" that they would come into contact with him.

There was fear, disgust, or pity in their eyes, all kinds of complex emotions intertwined together.

Jaime simply ignored these people, raised his chin slightly, and followed Sir Ange.

Under Myrcella's worried gaze, James' figure gradually went away and finally disappeared into the temple.

Soon, everyone began to salute Cersei's sarcophagus in turn according to their identity and status, expressing their condolences and respect.

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At the foot of the Iron Throne, there was a small round table and two wooden chairs, with a jug of wine and two cups on the table.

Green sat on one of the chairs and smiled at the approaching White Knight: "Please sit down, James."

After tidying up a bit, Jaime Lannister looked at the Iron Throne that was standing high up in the air, paused for a moment, and then sat down.

Crash---

Green picked up the flagon and poured wine, pushed a full glass towards James, and said, "Are you okay?"

"Very good, better than yesterday." James' voice was a little hoarse, and he forced a smile on his lips as if joking.

Picking up the wine glass and taking a sip of summer red, Green also said jokingly: "If you haven't killed enough, I can continue to send soldiers to assist you."

James also picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then fell silent. After a pause, he said, "That's enough."

Green nodded slightly and said, "Yes, it's time to end it."

Then there was another silence, and Green suddenly laughed: "You were the one who welcomed me when I first entered the Red Castle (Chapter 25). I remember you looked very bad at that time, and I was very nervous."

Hearing this, Sir Jaime couldn't help but smile.

He took a sip of wine, turned his green eyes to the smiling Green, and suddenly said, "I'm actually very surprised."

Green raised an eyebrow, thought for a moment, and said, "You mean me and Cersei?"

"I thought you had already..." After a pause, James couldn't help shaking his head. He didn't know why he suddenly brought up this topic.

"Cersei knows well enough that I would draw my sword for her even without the pleasure of the flesh."

Green shook the wine glass in his hand and sighed: "James, when you are not around, the lioness does not have many means to protect her cubs."

Jaime sat there blankly for a long time, his eyes swept across the lofty Iron Throne again, and he whispered: "My Cersei..."

His chest rose and fell slowly, and he looked at Green: "What do you think?"

"Fear can only bring short-lived peace..."

Green leaned back in his chair. "Time will make people gradually forget the hatred between Cersei and the High Sparrow, but they will never forget you. In their hearts, you are the God Slayer. To be exact... they need to use you to vent the fear in their hearts."

Raising his glass to James, he said sincerely: "I want to thank you. If it weren't for your roar... I would definitely be in a difficult situation now."

James raised his glass and took a sip of wine. After a slight pause, he said, "Don't thank me. I must kill the High Sparrow. This is my battle of revenge."

Crash---

Green first picked up the wine jug and filled James's empty wine glass with wine, then said: "You have to take off your white robe."

Ser Jaime stiffened for a moment, then shrugged. "I agree with Ser Barristan's assessment of me. I should have taken it off long ago."

Green stared at James, who looked relaxed, for a while and said, "Perhaps there is a way to redeem your honor."

James' voice sounded more relaxed. "A black robe? This color really suits me. After all, I am a king slayer and godslayer."

"indeed so."

Green shrugged, changed his tone, and said: "According to the warning from the commander-in-chief of the Night's Watch..."

His expression gradually became serious, and he told Jaime in detail about the Night's Watch's discovery of the White Walkers' whereabouts.

Green said slowly: "...I don't know if it can be considered good luck, but if the intelligence from the Night's Watch is correct, the decisive battle between the living and the dead thousands of years ago will probably be repeated on the Wall."

After a pause, he continued, "I have ordered Sir Humphrey Waters to go to the Wall to investigate. As the regent of the Seven Kingdoms, I need the lords of the Seven Kingdoms to see it with their own eyes, such as...capturing it alive and transporting it to King's Landing."

James's green eyes, which seemed to have lost all their luster, now had a barely noticeable glow, but he still couldn't believe it: "Will the legendary story really... come true?"

Green rubbed his head and sighed, "I believe in the honor of the Night's Watch and Lord Commander Mormont. Just in case, I must stabilize the situation in the Seven Kingdoms."

After a moment of silence, Jaime's voice came over: "I will go north as soon as possible. If a public trial is required, I will stay in the dungeon." Green shook his head: "Jaime Lannister puts on a black robe, which is enough to shut people up."

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In the small hall of the sept, Margaery, Myrcella, and Tommen were sitting together having lunch.

Myrcella ate the white bread in small bites, while Tommen looked at the vegetable salad and milk on the table with his red and swollen eyes.

Seeing this, Margaery smiled and shook her head, saying, "This is the Holy Temple, my king."

She stretched out her fingers and pinched the chubby Tommen's cheek: "When you get over your sadness, everything will be fine."

Tommen's nose quivered slightly. "I want to grow up quickly. I want to be as powerful as the brave Garlan."

Margaery blinked one eye slightly. "I am so looking forward to it, Your Majesty."

Tommen said seriously in his childish voice: "Margaery, I will protect you."

Margaret handed over the white bread: "In order to become strong sooner, you must first fill your stomach, my protector."

Tommen nodded heavily, took the white bread, and took a big bite.

The only sounds on the table were the occasional soft sound of forks hitting plates and the occasional whisper of Rose into Tommen's ear.

Little Tommen, who loved sweets, swallowed the last piece of bread in his hand with difficulty under Margery's "encouragement".

"You are wonderful."

Hearing Margaery's praise, Tommen put down his glass of milk and a shy smile appeared on his face.

She placed a kiss on the top of Tommen's head. "This is a reward, my Lord."

Tommen clenched his fist, then took the initiative to reach out and pick up another piece of white bread.

When Tommen swallowed half of the bread with difficulty, Margaery's brown eyes moved. She glanced at the princess who was sipping milk and said, "Tommen, Myrcella, my maid told me that the regent and the ministers are busy day and night for the king."

Little Rose's soft voice fell, Tommen deflated, and Myrcella asked softly: "Miss Margaery, do you have any suggestions for this? Or, is there anything Tommen and I can do for them?"

Margaery ruffled Tommen's hair and said, "I was thinking... a simple meal together can also express the king's care and gratitude for them."

Then, she leaned forward slightly and said, "The decision to merge the Stormlands into the Crown is an unprecedented event in the Seven Kingdoms. It would be very helpful for Tommen's growth if we could listen to their suggestions."

Myrcella nodded slightly in agreement. "Yes, I also believe this is a good opportunity for Tommen to learn how to govern a country."

Her clear blue eyes seemed to be reminiscing: "Mom once told us that she likes Green's decisive style of doing things. He has..."

"They're all liars!"

Tommen suddenly interrupted Myrcella's words, with hot tears sliding down his cheeks: "Mom said that James and Green were her sharp blades, and no one could hurt her. They lied to Mom, and they failed to protect her..."

Margaery's pupils shrank slightly. She looked serious, as she rarely did, and covered Tommen's mouth with her hand.

"Tommen, you are the king."

After saying that, she immediately glanced at the maid standing not far away, and then... her eyes moved to the green-robed guards of the Tyrell family who were guarding the door of the small hall.

Finally, her eyes fixed on the two Kingsguard who stood like statues behind the king - Ser Mandon Moore and Ser Meryn Trant.

Looking at the two Kingsguards standing there without looking away, Margaery finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She looked back at the sobbing little king, her tone still serious: "Tommen, you have no reason to blame them. You told me yourself that justice is the best quality of a king, isn't it?"

After a pause, Tommen pursed his lips and nodded.

Myrcella also echoed gently: "When Mom was in danger, Uncle James and His Highness Green were fighting in the Riverlands, and..."

The princess clenched her fingers under the table. She did not continue speaking, nor did she express her deep concern about James's "deicide" behavior...

As she and Margaery wiped her brother's tears, she added: "We lost our mother, and Uncle Jaime lost his sister. He must be in great pain, Tommen."

Tommen sobbed and said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't think like that..."

Margaery buried his head in her arms and comforted him gently: "You are just too sad. No one will blame you, Your Majesty."

In order to comfort her brother, Myrcella had to force herself to cheer up: "Yes, this is the right of a child, my crybaby brother."

Tommen grumbled in dissatisfaction: "I'm not a child, nor a crybaby."

Margaery and Myrcella smiled at each other, and she curled her lips: "Well, you are our little king."

"I am a man. I will surely grow taller very quickly. Soon I will be taller than you!"

He angrily emphasized his superiority, then left Little Rose's arms and looked at them separately.

Little Rose raised her eyebrows and looked at Tommen, and Myrcella also looked at her brother who suddenly became "serious" in front of her with a little confusion.

Tommen hesitated for a long time before he spoke: "Will Uncle Stannis be sad to lose the Stormlands? If he is caught, can I pardon him?"

Margaery hugged Tommen into her arms again, her eyes trembling slightly, almost imperceptibly.

She murmured, "Tommen, you will surely become a good and beloved king."

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As evening approached, the flags of the Marsh Marigolds fluttered freely in the sea breeze, and the Crabbe Fleet led by Earl Davos Seaworth appeared on the sparkling surface of Blackwater Bay below the Red Castle.

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At about the same time, thousands of Crabbe's soldiers entered King's Landing from the Old Gate (one of the seven city gates). Amid the cheers of the women from the women's houses along the street, they began to slowly cross the northern area of ​​the city.

The Sand Snakes—Obara Sand and Nymeria Sand—were leaning against the window on the second floor. Their wild and sharp eyes were looking down at the rows of pointed helmets moving forward below.

Nymeria glanced at Obara. Her eyes, as deep as the night, flashed with a complex light: "I didn't expect that the Kleber army would act so quickly."

Without taking her eyes off the ground, Obara said in a deep voice, "Dorne is too far away."

Nymeria shrugged. "So what if we are close? Will our extremely cautious prince send out an army?"

The afterglow of the setting sun was so bright that Obara couldn't help but squint.

There was a sudden noise from the other side of the door. Obara and Nymeria immediately looked over vigilantly, and their hands almost simultaneously grasped the hilts of the daggers at their waists.

The door was pushed open, and a figure with long black curly hair walked in swayingly.

She glanced around casually and said, "You have chosen a good place."

(End of this chapter)