Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

The dust was flying in the open wilderness outside the King's Gate, which reminded Tyrion of the sand sea of ​​Dorne. The roaring lion flag of Lannister was submerged in the yellow dust, and the sound of horse hooves gradually faded away.

"He should have left the army in King's Landing," Cersei raised her wine glass, staring at the march in the distance, revealing reluctance and worry, "to protect his king, instead of taking all the troops away and fighting Stannis's rebels like a hero."

Tyrion stroked the battlements on the King's Gate, where time left traces, and the stone battlements were worn and pitted.

"The city can't support the consumption of tens of thousands of troops and countless civilians. Stannis attacked from two directions. Father took the initiative to attack and block the Storm Army on land for my good nephew, so that we can concentrate on dealing with the threat from the sea." Tyrion explained to his father.

Cersei didn't take it seriously. "What was Kevan doing before? Hunting deer in the Royal Forest, playing stupid hunting games?" She said sarcastically.

"Believe me," Tyrion suddenly turned his head to look at Cersei, staring at her sincerely, "Uncle Kevan must be hunting deer for his dear king, so that Stannis can hang his head in front of the city gate and eat a fresh broth."

Cersei's eyes turned cold, but she didn't get angry to Tyrion's surprise. Instead, she approached Tyrion gently and bent down. This strange feeling of strangeness made Tyrion take a few steps back.

"You are right, my brother," Cersei's words were gentle, but Tyrion heard them full of threats, "I hope you can serve this bowl of broth to Joffrey."

The queen mother straightened up, looked at him with contempt, and walked away triumphantly.

Tyrion scratched his head, frowned and looked at Cersei's back as she left, full of doubts in his heart.

"You know what," Bronn, who had been looking far away, turned his head and looked at him, "There is a kind of person," the mercenary blinked and glanced at Cersei, "She likes to use confusing methods to make others unable to guess her thoughts, even if this kind of person has nothing in his head except creepy brains."

"Of course I understand," Tyrion shook his head, "My dear sister's most powerful and only weapon is between her legs, tsk tsk."

A teasing laugh came out of Bronn's mouth, and the mercenary's lips moved unnaturally, leaning against the battlement, as if he was holding back a laugh.

"What?" A hint of teasing flashed across Tyrion's face, "Have you tried this weapon?"

"That's not an ordinary taste~" Bronn shook his head, forced a smile, and turned his face away.

"Huh?" Tyrion's expression froze in place, looking at Bronn in astonishment, "Seven Hells, you must be kidding"

Bronn turned his head and looked at Tyrion with a look of pitiful people, "Maybe, as long as Lord Tyrion Lannister is happy."

"Damn it!" Tyrion cursed, his hands slapped on the battlements, tightly pursed his lips.

"Sansa!" A childish shout came from across the courtyard, and Joffrey saw her, "Come here! Sansa!"

He greeted me like a dog, Sansa thought.

A team of golden robes holding spears blocked her way, and when she struggled to pass through the crowd, Joffrey's eyes were full of impatience.

The Red Castle was crowded with people, especially in the castle's sept. She guessed that all the nobles and women in King's Landing had gathered here.

"We're about to go to war," Joffrey said expectantly, waving the sword in his hand, with fancy gold patterns engraved on the surface of the sword, "The blacksmith has just made me a sword, and I will use this sword to chop off Uncle Stannis's head with my own hands."

"Gods have mercy on us."

"It's my uncle who needs mercy, but his king won't leave him any." Joffrey swung the sword again, and the blade scratched the armor of the Hound beside him, but the latter didn't say a word.

"It's exquisitely made, your majesty." Sansa said, maybe Stannis will use this sword to chop off your head.

"The soldiers need you, your majesty." Tyrion Lannister walked up to Joffrey and nodded slightly to Sansa, "Miss." He whispered.

"Wait and see, Sansa, wait for Stannis's head to be stuck here." Joffrey said proudly, turning his horse's head and galloping towards the city gate.

"Your Majesty is very concerned about you," Tyrion said against his will, "I hope you can give us some blessings and bless us to triumph."

Sansa looked at the little devil with a somewhat indifferent expression, without any emotion, but she said, "The Virgin Mary will bless all of us to overcome the difficulties."

Go to hell, Lannister!

A smile appeared on Tyrion's face, and he bowed slightly, "The beautiful blessing of the girl always brings us luck, thank you, Miss Sansa."

The girl's curse is just the opposite, Sansa thought, bowing slightly, "Especially you, Lord Tyrion."

Tyrion laughed, and the dwarf moved towards the city gate, followed closely by his servants.

When I turn into a wolf, I will bite you all to death. A silence enveloped Sansa, and she walked towards the sept, but the neighing of horses, the clanging of steel, and the twisting and shaking sounds of the hinges of the huge bronze city gate mixed together, making her very uneasy.

In this case, the hymns also became weird and terrifying.

"Gentle Mother, source of mercy," Sansa whispered to the septa.

"Guard your son through the battle," and asked the Stranger to come and trap Cersei's son in the deadly battle.

"Stop the arrows and resist the swords."

Her singing ends abruptly, and Cersei appears in front of Sansa.

"Poor girl," Cersei gently stroked her red hair, and her gentle care turned into a malicious whisper, "you must really hope that Xiao Qiao will die at the city gate."

A wave of fear surged into her heart, but Sansa suppressed this emotion. Her face was full of innocent doubts. Sansa shook her head, "How could it be? Your Highness, I love Joffrey, he is Weiss." The legitimate king of Telo will surely return victoriously and annihilate the rebels."

"Just like your brother, right?" Cersei whispered against Sansa's ear.

The flames of revenge surged up in her chest again, burning everywhere and almost bursting out, but the calm waterfall extinguished them all.

Sansa smiled. "My brother is a traitor and he deserves it."

Cersei caressed Sansa's face, a trace of confusion flashed across her face, "I almost believed you, Sansa."

The low cry of the war trumpet has already sounded, the swing and impact of the catapults of the "Three Prostitutes of King's Landing" in the Mud Gate have also appeared, and the sound of the ballistae can even be heard.

"Is there already a war?" Sansa blurted out without even thinking, her voice trembling slightly, and she knew it was a tremor of joy.

The Queen Mother obviously understood that it was fear. She even touched Sansa's hair thoughtfully, "Don't be nervous, girl. This is just a drill before the war. I heard that all the fired ballistae must be recycled."

"This is a man's war. Under such circumstances, women can only stay aside and watch their bloody dance."

"I heard that there is also chaos in the city, those civilians." Sansa said.

"A mob is just a mob, they don't matter," Cersei said, looking slightly smug.

Really, Sansa asked in her mind, the lady has seen the actions of the people more than once.

Cersei looked down at Sansa's body and touched her chest gently with her hand. The cold touch made Sansa shiver slightly.

"Queen Mother?"

"I don't know how many men will fall under your skirt and be used by you," Cersei said with a smile, "If you know how to cherish and use it, the knight's sword will become your sword, and those insignificant oaths will also become yours. Become loyal to you.”

"I am Joffrey's betrothed, and I am only loyal to the king." Sansa said as usual.

"I'm really touched." Cersei said these words and turned to leave.

I will turn into a lady in a pool of blood and tear you to pieces. Sansa looked at Cersei's back, the flattery on her face completely gone.

The clang of forging was very loud, many craftsmen and blacksmiths gathered together, and a long and huge iron chain appeared in front of everyone.

"It's an unskilled thing." Sarolion mocked. He was a master armorsmith in King's Landing, not an apprentice with rough skills.

"But we can cross the Blackwater River and hinder Stannis' fleet." The craftsman on the side said.

Shalorien frowned, "Yes, this is not in line with our original intention." He looked at the chain and said with some reluctance, "But we must still fulfill our promise. The little devil made us swear, damn it!"

"The deformed dwarf, the king born of incest, the lustful queen mother, they cannot defend this city."

Shalorien didn't say a word. He hastily took off his thick gloves, put a wet wipe on his neck, and walked out of the blacksmith shop.

The dark passage leads to his own house, a nice house that survived the chaos of the mob. Shalorion is certain that this is a blessing given to him by the Seven Gods.

The house was very dark, maybe everyone was asleep. Shalorien thought of his wife and children, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

The person who least wanted to see in King's Landing appeared in front of him

Eight-clawed spider, his eyes were full of shock, could it be that his plan was exposed?

"King Robert's loyal minister, the renowned blacksmith master in King's Landing," Varys paused for a moment, "Maybe I should also add, a member of the 'Antlers' Chamber of Commerce?"

Shalorien reached for his sleeve and touched his iron axe. The smell of the iron made him feel slightly relieved.

"I don't want to explain anything, Octopus Spider" Sharolion looked at Varys.

Wallis chuckled lightly, "I hope that with hundreds of people raiding the old city gate during the war, you don't need to explain this kind of plan. Even my little bird can see through it."

"Don't move." A child's voice suddenly sounded behind him. Shalorien was frightened and did not dare to move. The touch of the metal tip came from his back, and the sound of the crossbow string was also heard behind him.

Swords and crossbows, dammit!

"Don't get me wrong, these are just some normal safeguards. I'm here to cooperate with you, not to murder you." Varys waved his hand.

Sarolion looked at Varys calmly, he didn't believe the spider's words.

"The defenders of King's Landing gathered at the city gates and walls near the Blackwater Bend, such as the Mud Gate. Although the old city gates are weakly guarded, it is not something you can solve." Varys's mouth curved, "Bring enough torches and Fuel, try to burn the gates, and I will tell King Stannis the news."

Shalorien frowned tightly, "How can I trust a cunning spider? The city gate is made of steel and bronze. How can it be burned down? If I go to the Red Keep to tell him." The words suddenly stopped in his throat. If Varys really wanted to murder someone, Why would I discuss these matters related to treason with myself in the middle of the night?

"King Robert died of conspiracy, and Joffrey enjoyed tyranny and torture," Varys looked at Sharorion, "I am in King's Landing for this moment, isn't it? It's just a fire, how does it conflict with your plan."

The eunuch stood up and covered his face with his hood, "It doesn't matter whether you trust me or not, but the future of Baratheon depends on this." He walked around Sharorion and disappeared into the darkness.