Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

The midday sun shone like a hot ball of fire on the charred shipwrecks on the Blackwater River.

Wisps of black smoke and white smoky ash rose from the pyre and filled the air, mixing into a choking smell.

Kevan Lannister, exhausted, rode into King's Landing City, which had just experienced a bloody catastrophe.

The city is also filled with the breath of death.

The Silent Sisters stripped off the clothes of the deceased, dragged the naked hands and feet, and threw them into the funeral pyre. The weapons and armor were all thrown into a tall carriage.

"Stannis has taken the city?" Ser Kevan asked his son beside him.

Lancel Lannister shook his head: "No."

"Why are there so many dead people in the city?"

"It's a civilian riot. A riot of tens of thousands of people, we used almost all the power of the capital garrison to suppress them. Fortunately, Tyrion planned to burn Stannis's ship, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous." Even if you don't like yourself Lancel also had to admit that it was his cousin who saved him and King's Landing.

"Tell me the details of this battle."

"good."

By the time Lancel finished speaking, the father and son had already entered the Red Keep.

"Father, His Majesty is hosting a banquet in the Throne Hall to celebrate this great victory, are you going to attend?"

In fact, Kefeng didn't want to attend any celebratory banquet at all. After all, he just returned from a disastrous defeat in the storm, so he didn't want to celebrate.

What's more, the situation of the Lannister family has only slightly improved now. Although Stannis has been defeated, the threat from the three northern borders is still there, and Caesar in the south is still getting stronger day by day. It is too early to celebrate.

But after thinking for a while, he still said, "I'll change my clothes and go."

When Sir Kevan changed into decent clothes and came to the throne room, he saw that there was already a sea of ​​laughter and music.

The lords and ladies wore gorgeous dresses and danced in the hall in pairs.

King Tommen sat in front of the Iron Throne, wearing a heavy golden crown, and was stuffing a roast chicken leg into his mouth with his fat and young hands.

Queen Cersei was wearing a wine-red velvet dress with gold stripes, and was talking and laughing with the archbishop beside her while holding a red wine glass.

Seeing Kevan walk into the throne room, the corners of Cersei's mouth turned up slightly, and said:

"Uncle, I heard that you returned home in a disastrous defeat in the Stormlands. But it doesn't matter, we won a big victory under the leadership of His Majesty Tommen!"

Tommen's mouth was full, and he still held up the drumstick and shouted: "Big tree!"

"Congratulations, Your Majesty." Kevan bowed slightly to salute the king, his eyes searched the crowd, but he couldn't find the target, "Where's Tyrion?"

"He—" Cersei tried not to laugh, "he's dying."

Kefeng's heart tightened: "What do you mean? He was injured?"

"Yes, the injury was serious." Cersei took a sip from her wine glass, savoring the sweet taste, "The Grand Maester said he won't live long."

"Where is he? Take me there!" Kaifeng said coldly.

"Lord Kevan, I'll take you there." Bronn suddenly got up and said.

Kevan nodded at him, turned and left.

Bronn quickly followed after seeing this.

After going out, he cautiously whispered in Kefeng's ear:

"The Queen Mother never asked the Grand Maester to treat Lord Tyrion's wounds. She just wanted to see him die."

Kaifeng narrowed his eyes, looking up and down at the man beside him:

"I remember you were Tyrion's mercenary?"

"Now he's a knight." Bronn straightened his chest unconsciously.

"Congratulations." Kaifeng replied lightly, and then fell silent.

The two left Maegor's Mansion and came to a remote house on the edge of the Red Keep.

Pushing open the door, hot air mixed with blood and stench came blowing in.

Kevan saw his nephew on a simple bed. He was covered with a blood-stained sheet. There was a hideous wound on his face, and almost his entire nose was cut off, making the already ugly dwarf even more hideous. .

Fortunately, Tyrion was still breathing.

"They left my nephew here to die!" Kaifeng said angrily.

Bronn shrugged, indicating that this is not obvious.

"I beg you to save Lord Tyrion." There was also a half-grown boy in the room, and Kevan remembered that he was Tyrion's attendant.

"Go find the grand maester!" Kevan ordered.

"I've looked for it, but he refuses..." the boy said aggrievedly.

"Just say it's my order!" Kaifeng said with a firm attitude, "If he dares to refuse, I will let the soldiers carry him over!"

The boy ran out the door.

...

Tyrion awoke from the darkness with the smell of blood, feces, and burnt flesh in his nostrils.

Countless people are fighting, screaming, dying...he is also one of them.

He struggled to escape, but there was nowhere to escape. The figure of the Stranger enveloped everything in the darkness, surrounding him.

No!

I don't want to die!

help me!

Tyrion saw his sister Cersei sitting high on the Iron Throne, smiling smugly at himself.

He reached out for help, but she turned a blind eye, watching him engulfed in darkness.

help me!

Finally, a pair of gentle hands pulled him up.

The darkness receded and he came out into the sunny fields.

"Tessa?" Tyrion choked up, looking at the woman in front of him in disbelief.

It was his wife, the one he had loved the most.

She showed a sweet smile and sang for him with a melodious voice, as if it could heal all pain and sorrow.

"Fake!" Tyrion suddenly roared angrily, "It's all fake! You are a skill girl my brother found! You are a gift from my brother! You are my lady of lies!"

Tessa was still singing, but her voice was getting weaker and more distant.

"No! Don't go!" Tyrion suddenly panicked.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and what appeared in front of him was an empty and cold room.

Strange room.

"Where am I?" Tyrion found his voice hoarse.

Hearing the movement, the door opened, and the servant Pod ran in:

"My lord, you are finally awake!"

"Why am I here? Is the battle won?"

"We have won, my lord! But you are wounded."

Tyrion breathed a sigh of relief, but then became puzzled again:

"Why am I lying here injured?"

Pod immediately faltered.

But under Tyrion's questioning, the attendant still told what happened.

"Cersei...she wants me to die so much..." Tyrion only felt bitter.

He knew that his sister hated him, but he never thought that she would actually kill him.

Why?

Just because he sent her daughter to Dorne?

"Go and tell Uncle Kevan that I'm awake."

"good."

The attendant ran out, and after a while, Kevan Lannister came in.

"How do you feel?" Kaifeng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his nephew woke up.

"It's not good," said Tyrion. "The person I've risked my life to protect, and I want me to die..."

Kefeng secretly sighed, and didn't know how to defend his niece, so he could only keep silent.

After a pause, he turned to say:

"You have contributed the most to the Battle of Blackwater Bay. People will regard you as the hero who saved the city."

Tyrion smiled bitterly. "Don't tease me, uncle. People will only say it is a king's victory, and no one will cheer for a dwarf."

"Someone will understand what you've done. Me and your father know that too."

Tyrion didn't want to dwell on this topic: "By the way, uncle, why did you come back so soon?"

Kaifeng coughed lightly, a little embarrassed: "I was attacked by the river bay cavalry on the way, and I returned in a disastrous defeat. Alas, I'm afraid the storm will not be able to survive."

"It doesn't matter, Storm's End is not so easy to conquer, it can help us hold back the army of the Reach." Tyrion comforted.

Kefeng's eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't say anything.

Tyrion asked again, "Where's father? He's still at Harrenhal fighting the northerners?"

"right."

"I always feel that my father is waiting for something. Uncle, do you know what father's plan is?"

"Yes. He is indeed waiting." Kevan said, "When a lion is hunting, it needs the wind to hide its scent and avoid disturbing the prey. Your father is waiting for the wind to blow."

Tyrion pondered his uncle's words, and said:

"He should have arrangements in the three northern regions?"

"Not only in the north, but also in the south." Kaifeng didn't seem to want to reveal too much, "Don't think too much about it, heal your injuries first."

"good."

Kevan kissed his nephew's gauze bandaged face, then turned and left.

When he reached the door, he suddenly heard Tyrion's voice behind him:

"Uncle, has Myrcella successfully arrived in Dorne?"

"Here we are." Kevan turned back, "She was warmly received by the Martell family in Sunspear City. She also became very good friends with Princess Arianne."

"That's good." Tyrion smiled, and finally closed his eyes.