Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Kevan packed up his clothes and smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes with his hands. The maid wanted to help but he refused. Kevan looked in the mirror. The red tunic fit him perfectly, and his strong physique was also shown appropriately, but the two The gray on the temples cannot be ignored at all.

"Uncle Kevan."

Jaime stood outside the door, his eyes scanning the room where Kevan was.

The old boxes were neatly lined up in a row, and daily clothes were folded and placed in them. The uncle lowered his head and placed the long sword and chain armor at the bottom of the box.

"You can have servants do these things, uncle."

Kevan shook his head and reached out to cover the box. "Before I come back, cooperate with your father and don't mess up the matter." James was about to respond when Kevan stretched out his hand and said, "Lancel is inside, help me." Take care of him."

James's half-open mouth was stagnant in the air, and young attendants and followers walked out of the back room one after another, moving the boxes out one by one.

James stepped aside and walked towards the back room.

When the wooden door opened, the strong smell of medicine almost made him choke.

"Cough! Cough!" James covered the vent on the mask with his hand and looked in with a frown.

Bottles and jars containing medicinal materials, high-end surgical knives only equipped in the school city, wooden sticks for mixing bread yeast ointment, and even maggots crawling around in glass jars.

Lancel was lying on the bed, with almost all his hair falling out, half of his brain exposed, and his pale skin showing weakness. He moved his eyes weakly and looked at him with difficulty.

"Seven levels of hell, what's going on?" James put down his hand and walked to Lancel's bed. His pupils could not help but widen as he looked at Lancel's face in surprise.

His former youthful handsomeness was completely gone, and Lancel looked like a dying old man.

A flattering voice came from the bedside, and an old man with a slightly hunched back stood up from the bedside and saluted James respectfully.

"Ser Jaime."

James looked over and saw that even though the old man was a little hunched over, he was not short.

"What happened to Lancel?"

"Oh! It's an unfortunate fact that Lord Lancel was hit by a hot firearm while fighting an enemy. It took me several nights to take out the fragments from his body." The old man lowered his head slightly and his tone was very humble. .

James stared at him. Everything about the old man made him feel uncomfortable. From his tone to his attire, he didn't look like a bachelor.

Before James could ask questions, the old man introduced himself first, "I treat soldiers in the 'Warrior Company' serving Ser Gregor Clegane. I followed Ser Clegane back to King's Landing. Just call me Qyburn."

Maester serving the Mountain? James thought to himself, "Are you a maester? Did you help heal the Mountain's injuries?"

In the battle with Stannis's most elite army in the Kingswood, the Mountain was seriously injured and returned to King's Landing without even participating in the subsequent battle to siege Stannis.

Qyburn shook his head, "The bachelor who was exiled from the city, Lord Clegane's injuries are at least mostly due to his great physique. It's really shocking." The smile on his face did not diminish at all.

James didn't want to ask. He didn't want to find out. "The Queen Mother came here last night and talked with Lancel..." James looked at Lancel's absent-minded look and just opened his mouth slightly, swallowing what he wanted to say. .

"The Queen Mother didn't seem to stay too long. She just said a few words and then left." Qyburn answered for Lancel.

Lancel's eyes widened a bit and moved unnaturally. He stared at James, his head shaking slightly.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!" Coburn smacked his lips, as if he was teasing a pet dog that was wagging its tail, "Don't get too excited. Ever since the Queen Mother came, Lord Lancel has often been a little...excited. Maybe he saw Lansel. Nist’s family is so excited.”

James looked at Lancel silently, with a somewhat complicated expression in his eyes.

…

Cersei held her head high, naked, and the flush on her face rose from time to time, like the waves shrouded by the sunset in front of the beach of Lannisport.

"Rhaegar~" Cersei hummed, eyes closed.

"What?" The lover under the Queen Mother frowned. He didn't hear what the Queen Mother was moaning clearly.

Cersei's slap was immediately slapped, "Shut up and do your job."

Go to the seven hells! Velaryon's bastard, Cersei thought. Don't let your voice ruin the picture you create in your mind.

The image of Rhaegar Targaryen reappeared in Cersei's mind over and over again, and Orion Waters' voice almost ruined it all.

The moaning didn't last long, and Cersei got up from the bed and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead.

She turned to look at Orion Weishui, who had silver-gold hair and handsome appearance. Except that his gray-green eyes were inconsistent with Prince Rhaegar's indigo eyes, she just looked at his blurry side profile quietly. His face really reminds me of Rhaegar.

"This really fucking makes me feel so good. It's worth going to the seven hells! Hahaha!" Oren Weishui rolled over and said with a foul mouth.

Cersei grinned slightly, shook her head slightly, frowned slightly, and looked at him with slightly narrowed eyes, her look of disdain could not be more obvious.

Orion Weishui kept giggling, pulled back the quilt, and reached out to hug Cersei.

"My queen~" he called with obsessed eyes.

Cersei smiled. She had long been used to the way men made a fool of themselves in front of her. Although she felt very satisfied, her actions were the opposite.

She brushed away the bastard's extended hand and said, "Get out of my room."

Orren thought it was a joke, but he kept moving closer.

"Get out of my room." Cersei's smile did not fade, but she spoke word by word, as cold as ice bricks smashing on Orren's face.

"Yes, Queen Mother, I... I'm leaving." Orren was frightened and quickly rolled off the bed, pulling up his pants and running out of the house.

Cersei watched the bastard go away quietly, and she was the only one left in the huge room.

Looking at the empty room, the long-hidden panic suddenly filled her heart.

Robert Royce wants to investigate Robert's death? What's the problem? What right do they have to investigate? What do they know? Who caused her to do it? Was it that damn Artis Arryn?

Cersei pressed her hands hard on the bed and sank softly into it.

Damn the people of the Vale! Cersei thought angrily in her heart.

After she learned the news last night, she hurriedly ran to Lancel. Although Lancel's serious injuries made her feel relieved, she still kept telling him a lot.

"Weishui..." That ridiculous Lancel actually mentioned this. The weak breath almost made Cersei want to suffocate him to death with a pillow.

Cersei smiled contemptuously, reached out to pick up the wine glass, and drank the red wine.

As long as he can't speak for a lifetime...

...

Kevan packed his bag and walked into the inner room.

In addition to the strange smell of ointment and strange surgical instruments in the room, a church Bible was quietly placed at the head of Lancel's bed.

Kevan frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and said to Lancel: "Rest in King's Landing for a while, the Seven Gods will bless you to recover, and then come back to Casterly Rock with me."

Lancel nodded gently, without a trace of emotion in his eyes.