Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Two hundred and sixty-four, imperial meeting

Taking off his white robe, James was naked and looked at himself in the mirror.

The white mist covered most of the mirror and most of his body, leaving only his ferocious face clearly visible.

James stared at the scar on his face. It was like a crawling crawler, disgusting and disgusting. It was also like a crooked tree trunk, growing stronger and stronger with each passing day.

It's a badge of honor, James consoled himself.

But the pale and withered face told him that this was not true.

Putting on his clothes, he pushed open the bathroom door.

Just like the past few days, peeled fruits and half a bottle of mead were already placed beside the bed.

The red-haired girl's back was half-naked, not as white and flawless as Cersei's back. The freckles and bruises could be clearly seen, just like the scars on her own face.

A prostitute, and a prostitute from the north, it's obvious how the bruises and injuries came about.

Unlike herself, Rose dared to reveal the scars of the past for others to see. She turned her head and said, "Sir?" The look in her eyes seemed to have crushed up all kinds of amorous feelings and spread them out for you to see, which was touching.

James swallowed hard, "I told you, you don't have to do this for me."

Maybe I need you? he asked himself.

"I am willing to do this for you, you saved me," Rose stood up, her graceful figure half-hidden by the thin skirt, walked closer to him, and kissed his scar, "So I like you."

The prostitute's confession is the most bold and direct. Jaime does not understand this, but he has heard it from Tyrion.

But he prefers to believe this is true.

"I am the Kingsguard." James took a deep breath, walked to the bed, picked up a piece of fruit and stuffed it into his mouth.

Rose took a step back and straightened her clothes, "I know, Jazz." She stroked her long hair, her eyes paused on James, and she slowly left the room.

James suppressed the heat in his heart and glanced at the white robe in the corner of the bedroom.

This is all I have left, James thought.

The moonlight shines through the window, and spots adhere to the surface of the white robe.

What is he insisting on? James was sarcastic and asked himself, if this white robe is real, what have he and Cersei been doing in the past ten years?

The words of "Dawn Sword" Arthur Dayne were in their ears, after they destroyed the Kingswood Brotherhood.

"You are born to be a Kingsguard," Arthur Dayne said, placing his sword on Jaime's shoulder. "Jaime, are you willing to swear an oath before the gods and the world to guard the weak, protect women and children, and obey the lord?" Lord and king, no matter how difficult, humble, or dangerous the future may be, we will always fight first and live up to our reputation as a knight.”

His words were plain and irresistible, and the knight's dignity spoke loud and clear.

"I do, my lord!"

James only remembered that his words were equally powerful when he was young.

Arthur Dayne's sword moved from the right shoulder to the left shoulder, "In the name of the warrior, I grant you bravery, in the name of the Father, I grant you justice, and in the name of the Virgin, I grant you mercy to protect the innocent."

"Rise, Knight Jaime."

James closed his eyes, recalling the memories longingly and painfully.

That boy wanted to be Arthur Dayne since he was a child, but somehow his life took a turn and he finally became the Smiling Knight.

The spots of moonlight slowly moved back, from the white robe to James' face, and the remaining stains of tears seemed to be covered with a silver glow, until the spots disappeared and were replaced by greater sunlight.

James got up early in the morning, put on the white robes and armor of the Kingsguard, and walked to the throne room of the Royal Council.

Opening the door, Pycelle bowed obediently beside Robert Royce.

What is this guy up to?

Jaime nodded to Barristan and stood directly beside the White Knights. Instead of being the Minister of Intelligence, it might be more suitable for him to be a Kingsguard.

"Ahem! If Duke Attis Arryn doesn't come to King's Landing to preside over government affairs, I'm afraid the Seven Kingdoms will fall into chaos again, and government affairs and trade will not be smooth."

Robert was listening carefully, but James could sense some kind of perfunctory expression from Royce's expression.

"I'm getting old too. I've lived in King's Landing for a long time and I miss the days of studying books in the city. I'm afraid I have to resign from the king." Pycelle wiped his sweat and said humbly.

Resigning to the king? Then why tell Robert Royce.

James looked around. The eyes of the royal ministers were wandering between Robert Royce and Pycelle intentionally or unintentionally, fearing that each had their own agenda.

Is the Iron Throne already torn apart before Aylin arrives?

The sound of shoes "tacking" broke everyone's thoughts.

Her sister was sitting in the main seat of the conference hall under the compliments of everyone. She looked at Pycelle with an expression full of disgust.

"Grand Maester, how are your old kneecaps? The moment I walked over, the louder sound than my footsteps was the creaking of your knees."

My sister's voice was loud and harsh.

"I" Grand Maester Pycelle was a little at a loss, "Yes, Your Majesty, I am a bit old, probably."

"Old?" Cersei's eyes revealed something cunning.

Any fool can see that, James thought.

"No wonder you have to resign," Cersei chuckled like a bell. Normally, Jaime would only find it pleasant, but now, it only sounds harsh. "Xiao Qiao will definitely agree to your resignation."

"No, Your Majesty, Your Majesty the Queen Mother. I don't want to"

He wanted to take a step back and test out Atys Arryn's attitude towards the old royal ministers, especially the old Lannister ministers, for Joffrey, Jaime thought to himself.

He stood up, "King's Landing still needs a Grand Maester. I don't think His Majesty would want the Royal Master Pycelle, who has served for many years, to leave like this."

Cersei glared at him unhappily.

"Yes, yes," Pycelle was still in shock, and he looked at Jaime gratefully, "I think, I think Ser Jaime is right."

"Then." Cersei didn't seem to regard this as a major matter that had to be done. She quickly turned the matter to more urgent matters, "Now the entire Royal Council can't function. Now think about it, there is one less Minister of Finance."

Minister of Finance Renfrey Ryke was about to speak, but seemed to be frightened by the Queen Mother's vigorous style, and shut up without saying a word.

"There is also the Admiral. More importantly, the Prime Minister is gone. Without my father, do you have anyone to recommend, everyone?"

Robar Royce, who had been taciturn, nodded slightly to the Queen Mother, "I think there is a candidate who is more suitable."

"Lord Artis Arryn?" Cersei looked unconcerned. She waved her hand, "A more important position in the kingdom is waiting for him."

All the eyes of the people in the Royal Council looked at her in unison, and Jaime made a "no" shape with his mouth.

"Minister of War, in charge of all disputes in the Seven Kingdoms," Cersei stood up like an actor performing a brilliant politician, and gently walked behind Robar Royce, "Sir Robar, is there anything more urgent than war?"

Robar frowned, "Queen Mother."

"Stannis escaped by chance, Eddard Stark oppressed Lord Bolton, who was loyal to Joff, in the north. Two big battles are to be fought. As the Minister of War, Lord Artis Arryn and the Vale Cavalry are going to march north to suppress these traitors. This is the most important matter for the kingdom. . "

"Your Majesty!" Pycelle shouted anxiously, "Such a waste of national strength is not advisable!"

Cersei sat back in annoyance, "Lord Artis Arryn is Myrcella's husband, but there is still no decent wedding," she seemed to be talking about something else, but fortunately she did not forget the topic, "Lord Artis is a war minister, and I will give the Vale a royal seat, that is, the Minister of Law, your father, Earl Yohn Royce"

"Enough!"

Jaime slammed the table hard.

Cersei looked at him, her eyes full of disbelief.

"The king did not give you the power of regent, Your Majesty the Queen Mother."

Jaime said so, without a trace of emotion in his eyes.