Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

The golden robes around the carriage gradually retreated. The maid was so frightened by the eyeless sword that she covered her mouth and did not dare to say a word. Her legs went limp and her body leaned against the hollow carvings on the side of the carriage.

James's attendants walked up and dragged the immobile maid away, leaving only the carriage without the groom and the two siblings confronting each other in the huge open space.

Contrary to James' expectation, Cersei did not panic like when she was caught raped in the bedroom before. Instead, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and her white teeth were lightly exposed. This was the look that made him linger in the past.

The boy in Cersei Jaime's heart whispered softly, Cersei's sweet kiss seemed to appear on the cheek again, her wet red lips exuded heat, and her soft voice seemed to urge him to hug, kiss, and accept. My lover.

"No", he said this word silently in his mind, over and over again.

The boy in my heart is a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy who wears heavy armor and wants to be a knight. Although his eyes are filled with the confusion of love, the knight's perseverance still flows through them. Jaime knew this, otherwise he wouldn't be standing here with his sword pointed at Cersei's throat.

"You will not harm me, Jaime," Cersei said firmly, raising her head proudly, "I am the Queen Mother, your sister, and your love."

James shook his head without moving the sword at all, "Sister," he spoke very softly. Only the two of them could hear his voice. Of course, it was only the two of them, but he deliberately lowered his voice.

"No one can be sure that he won't hurt another person."

After hearing this, Cersei frowned, smiled contemptuously, and shook her head, "You can't, I'm sure of it." She stretched out her fingers and gently fiddled with the sword.

"I love you, Jaime," Cersei felt no resistance on her fingertips and became more confident, "I don't care about King's Landing, I don't care about the Iron Throne, I don't even care about Lannister, I only care about you."

She stood up slowly, James' sword moving with her.

The corners of Cersei's mouth raised. She saw Jaime's eyes clearly. Even though there were scars on his face, his eyes were definitely right.

It's confusion, being addicted to the gentle country and not wanting to get out.

"Margaery Tyrell was a voluptuous rose who filled the Red Keep with stench and even used some despicable tricks to confuse Joffrey; Attis Arryn took in the one we hate most. Tyrion, he wants to covet the throne of Little Joe, and he also takes away my Myrcella. He uses his military power to do evil, and the people of the Vale and the Reach have their own agendas. This is the Lannister's Landing, Lannisters The Red Keep of Nist, the Throne of Lannister! No one can threaten the King or the Queen!"

Cersei said loudly, very passionately.

"Little Harlin and Qyburn, as well as my warrior group, the Golden Robes, hid wildfire in the alleys that must pass from the city gate to the Red Keep. I will burn them to death, including Aelin, including what they thought Proud Vale Cavalry, burn Tyrell, the rose destined to take away everything from me, she should have withered in the seven hells!"

Cersei announced her plan loudly and without any scruples.

This trust is given to you, dear James, you must take it.

Cersei looked at Jaime, waiting for him to make a firm choice, as she had done many times in her youth.

"What about the civilians in King's Landing?"

Um? Cersei felt that she had heard wrongly and frowned.

"How many roads are there, how many alleys are there, and how many weak and innocent civilians are there in the streets that must be passed from the city gate to the Red Fort?"

Jaime's sword tip moved forward, and Cersei, who stood up, suddenly fell back and sat down again.

"Lions don't care about sheep." The disdainful words came out of Cersei's mouth.

Cersei's words stopped abruptly, replaced by eyes trembling with fear.

The tip of the sword touched Cersei's delicate and delicate skin, and on the skin in front of her throat, drops of blood slowly slipped from the tip of the sword.

"A whore," James said. "A whore from the North, a girl abandoned by her parents. So said that to me."

"I don't understand, Jaime, I don't understand. You can't hurt me, please, you can't hurt me," Cersei stared at the sword in front of her and begged.

"Most of the northerners in the brothel abused her body, and those Yankees didn't know how to show mercy to women. She would often wake up in pain when she first received customers, but she was very numb. The pain in her body was often a bruise on a certain area of ​​skin at the beginning. , and then the spleen and internal organs penetrated into the skin. It was not until the girl next to her died quietly and her body was necrotic from the inside out that she began to panic. "

"What are you talking about? Put down the sword, James!"

James did not pause, just looked at his sister, and continued: "She also loved a man, and the man abandoned her. She also felt pity for her companions, but their companions were ruined to death. She also thought about settling down and not interfering with others, but Civilians are civilians after all, and a dispute between lords can destroy all illusions. In order to belong to a group of sheep, this group of sheep broke into the territory of the neighboring lord from the east, so a dispute broke out, and the rules of the northerners were used. There was a lot of fuss."

"Stop it! Stop it Jaime, put down your sword! I command you, you are the Kingsguard!"

"And they, these two lords saw that the dispute was fruitless, and most of the sheep escaped during the confrontation between the knights on both sides, so they decided to decide on a result."

"The winner's condition is that the loser hand over double the sheep," Jaime said softly, leaning closer to Cersei, "and the loser chooses to use women to pay off the debt, these prostitutes are the sheep."

"Masked robbers appeared in the brothel and robbed many girls, including her."

"The women were driven into the sheepfold, and the victor showed his bestiality. No one cared about honor."

"Except," Jaime said, "a knight who swore allegiance to his lord chose a path no one could have imagined."

"He killed his lord and let all the girls go."

Cersei shook her head, she heard what it meant, "No, Jaime, you are the Kingsguard, not those rude bastards in the north, you are my brother, you."

"Go back to Casterly Rock and let your uncle arrange for you to remarry. Don't come back." Jaime pondered for a moment and then said to Cersei.

Cersei was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then shook her head again.

"No!" Cersei refused.

"I will not return to Casterly Rock. Little Joe is here, the Iron Throne is here, and the Red Keep is here. Why should I leave? Why should I leave? Even if I use wildfire to burn everyone in King's Landing to death, burn them all , I won’t leave any of it to outsiders, it’s all mine, even if you force me to return to Casterly Rock City, even if you force me to return to Casterly Rock City! Even if this is the case, I will come back, return to my hometown! Get rid of anyone I don’t like, James, do you understand? I will never agree!”

"No" the boy inside whispered again.

He removed the sword.

Cersei breathed a sigh of relief, "I knew you would support me, Jaime, don't worry about these sheep."

His throat was locked with an iron hand, making him unable to move or breathe.

"Jaime." Cersei stared at Jaime with round eyes, "No"

The queen mother in her arms struggled, her feet moved up and down, stamping on the ground.

"thump!"

"thump!"

Bloodshot eyes spread from around the eyes inward, gradually covering the whites of the eyes.

The gentle body no longer moved or made any noise, lying quietly in James' arms.

He put her in the carriage and stood still, silent.

Jaime took back his sword, and he had arranged for the Lannister guards to hunt down Harlem, the gold robes loyal to Cersei and even the warriors in the tunnels, and arrest them for treason.

And he stared blankly at the bloody ground.

He still broke his oath.

The far side of the Red Fort, the tower window.

Evan Arryn stopped and looked far away. He came to King's Landing early after sending Varys back to Harrenhal, and closely monitored everything about Cersei, Jaime, and King's Landing.

In his hand was a crossbow, the arrow was already set, and the crosshair was aimed at the Queen Mother's carriage.

The streets outside the Red Fort are also lined with falcon killers, killers who work for money.

There are some things that Duke Attis doesn't mention, so his subordinates need to understand and do them.

Evan Aylin firmly believed in this truth, and Robert Royce's report on the Queen Mother was too pessimistic, which also affected his judgment.

He should have put an end to this chattering lioness long ago.

But seeing the scene in front of him, Evan chuckled, as if he was mocking himself, put away his crossbow, and disappeared from the tower window.