The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Sir Adam came to the front of the lioness, frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Queen Cersei, you should not appear here..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a crisp sound and he was slapped hard by Cersei.

"The Commander-in-Chief in the Golden Robe?"

The lioness's green eyes seemed to be burning with blazing fire: "What qualifications do you have to stand in front of me and point fingers?"

Sir Adam exhaled slowly and moved his steps. His tall body almost blocked the entire study door.

Although he remained silent, his determined actions spoke volumes.

"Get away!"

Adam still had a cold expression on his face, as motionless as an iron tower.

"very good."

Queen Cersei's plumpness undulated with anger. She stared at Adam coldly, sneered and said, "Sir Osfry, kill him for me."

Upon hearing the Queen Mother's order, Osfry Kettleblack was slightly startled. Before he could make any move, his younger brother, Sir Osney, took the lead... and drew out his sword with a clang.

As soon as Sir Osney drew his sword, the men in red robes standing opposite the lioness drew their swords one after another.

The atmosphere instantly became tense.

Seeing this, Sir Osfry immediately drew his sword, and he couldn't help but sweat dripping from his forehead because of the suffocating tension.

He looked at his brother and tried to stand in front of Cersei, but she pushed him away.

The lioness sneered again, then she glanced contemptuously at the sword tips leaning forward in her direction, and took a big step forward.

Except for Sir Adam, the other red-robed guards had to take a step back while holding their swords.

Cersei raised her chin and said, "If you have the courage to hurt me, I will consider rewarding you with an honorable death."

After saying that, she took another step forward, and the red robes stepped back again.

"Malbrand, get out of here!"

Ser Adam looked coldly at Cersei and stood firmly in front of the door, showing no intention of giving in.

"You think I am just joking with you? Sir Osfry, Sir Osney, in my name, execute him immediately."

At this moment, Cersei's voice had just fallen, and the old lion's majestic voice came from the unclosed study door: "Let her in."

Sir Adam only hesitated for a moment, then moved his steps and gave way to the door.

Queen Cersei snorted coldly and walked in with a gloomy expression, while Sir Adam quietly closed the door behind him.

"Cersei." Lord Tywin, who was sitting behind the table, raised his eyes slightly and glanced at his daughter from the pile of documents.

Seeing her father, who was just calling her name coldly as usual, Cersei stood upright in front of the table, her chest rising and falling violently, as if the anger in her heart was about to burst out.

"Tywin, give me back my daughter!"

Lord Tywin put down the document in his hand, the wrinkles on his forehead were deeply wrinkled like ravines, and he stared at Cersei coldly with a pair of golden light green eyes.

It wasn't until Cersei's angry eyes began to dodge that he spoke slowly, with a low and majestic voice: "Please sit down."

The lioness snorted coldly, and then the lioness fiercely... sat down on the chair opposite the old lion.

"Myrcella is visiting Sunspear on behalf of the royal family, and Kevan will bring her back with him." Duke Tywin's tone was calm, as if he was stating a normal thing.

Then, he pointed in the direction of the door and said, "Since your goal has been achieved, you can go back and continue praying."

"Do you think I'm a fool?!"

Queen Cersei gasped and stared at the old lion, her voice sharp with anger: "Don't try to deceive me, you are going to sell my only daughter to the Dornish people like a bag of oats, just like before. You sold me to that drunkard Robert!"

"Sell?"

The old lion stared at his daughter with red eyes, took a breath slowly, and said coldly: "It was me, it was Lannister who gave you the opportunity to wear the queen's crown."

His voice was vibrating with anger: "Because you wear the queen's crown, your good son sat on that iron chair."

Cersei paused slightly in anger. She could not argue with her father's words at the moment, but the pride of the lioness would never let her give up easily: "I want Myrcella to come back to me!"

The old lion's chest visibly rose and fell: "I have already answered this question for you."

The lioness clenched her fists and gritted her teeth: "No, you are trying to fool me, Tywin, you can't hide your tricks from me!"

Lord Tywin's voice suddenly rose, like thunder exploding: "You are my daughter!"

Facing her father's roar, tears overflowed from the corners of Cersei's eyes unconsciously, and the crystal teardrops shone on her delicate face.

Thinking of her poor and helpless daughter, the lioness roared in front of her father for the first time: "Myrcella is my daughter!"

Looking at his daughter who dared to resist his majesty, he paused and then Lord Tywin slowly stood up.

The tall body of the old lion brought an invisible sense of oppression, which allowed Cersei, who was burning with anger, to regain some sense. Although she still held her chin high to show her unyielding, she couldn't help but shrink back to the back of the chair. body.

He gritted his teeth and said: "Myrcella's role is 'bait'. I will not be stupid enough to take the initiative to send a hostage to Martell."

There was silence in the room for a while.

Cersei blinked her wet eyes and said slightly embarrassed: "The Martell family hates us extremely now. Will they secretly hurt Myrcella?"

The old lion glanced at his daughter coldly and said, "Kevan and Myrcella represent the three families of Lannister, Tyrell and Crabbe, and Prince Doran is rational enough."

Cersei finally breathed a sigh of relief, paused, and her green eyes suddenly trembled: "Prince Doran is weak, but Dorne is not short of reckless people... bait..."

Her eyes moved slightly, staring at the old lion standing there, and said angrily: "Do you want Myrcella to be the target of those people's assassination?"

Duke Tywin did not deny Cersei's guess, his voice was cold and calm: "If it is as you expected, Kevan will take the initiative in the negotiations with Martell."

The lioness' pupils dilated, and she said in disbelief: "You want Myrcella to die?"

Duke Tywin's veins bulged on his head, he gritted his teeth and said : "It is enough that the princess was assassinated. The guards will protect Myrcella's safety."

"No!"

Cersei stood up from the chair, her hands tightly grasping the edge of the table in front of her, and said: "Tywin, I want you to promise me that my daughter will return to me unharmed."

The old lion narrowed his eyes slightly, exhaled slowly, and said: "Enough, I have heard enough of your stupid speech."

The lioness did not intend to give in. She straightened her back and said sternly: "You must promise me that this is the order of the Regent Queen Mother!"

"Order?"

Duke Tywin was like an enraged lion, trying his best to suppress his anger: "If the order can achieve the goal, I will order your mother not to leave this world."

"Mother..." Cersei's body trembled slightly after opening her mouth.

Tywin turned his back to Cersei, the veins on his neck bulged, and he said coldly: "You can leave now."

The old lion's back looked a little lonely, but... at this moment, the lioness's worries were all focused on her daughter who was pushed into a dangerous plan by her grandfather

"Sorry, father, you must promise me Myrcella's safety, and promise never to use her as an object for marriage, otherwise..."

The old lion turned his head slightly and looked over with a sharp look: "Otherwise what?"

The deep chill that burst out of her father's eyes instantly was like the cold wind in an ice cellar, making Cersei retreat repeatedly involuntarily.

For the first time, she felt the real fear from her father so vividly, as if he could make her disappear into ashes in the next moment.

Thinking of Myrcella, who was completely unable to protect herself, Cersei's knuckles clenched her fists and turned white. After a short retreat, she suddenly seemed to have made up her mind and stopped retreating.

Cersei trembled, stared at her father firmly, and squeezed out her voice from her teeth: "Otherwise... I will... declare war on you... Tywin!"

Tywin's voice was like the arrival of a freezing winter: "Cersei, you will never know anything about power... Someone come!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the closed door of the study was suddenly opened, and Sir Adam strode in with several Lannister red robes.

Cersei looked back and saw the Kettleblack brothers outside the door with swords tightly held from the corner of the door.

"How dare you capture my guards? I order you..."

The lioness's roar was ruthlessly interrupted by the old lion: "Sir Adam, send someone to send Cersei back to the Great Sept. After the seven days of prayer, she will be sent directly to Casterly Rock in the name of recuperation. If the queen mother is unwilling to cooperate, you can use shackles and sleeping wine."

His green eyes glanced coldly at his daughter who was stunned on the spot: "This is my order."

"No, you don't have this power! I am the regent queen mother!" Cersei, who was firmly held by two guards, roared at the top of her lungs and twisted her body frantically, trying to break free from the restraints that imprisoned her.

Retracting his gaze, Duke Tywin waved his hand: "Take her away."

Nodding slightly, Sir Adam made a gesture, and the lioness who kept kicking her legs was forcibly pulled away. Cersei, who had always been extremely noble and high above, looked extremely embarrassed at this time.

"You will never succeed!"

"Let me go, I will kill you all! Let go..."

"............Green............"

The lioness's voice finally disappeared at the end of the corridor, and the silence in the study.........at this moment seemed particularly strange.

However, the Prime Minister's study today was destined not to be quiet.

Back to the chair, Duke Tywin had just signed a government document, and Sir Adam brought Grand Maester Pycelle into the study again.

"Duke Tywin, please forgive my presumptuous interruption." Grand Maester Pycelle was sweating profusely, and he bowed tremblingly.

Lord Tywin did not put down the document in his hand. He leaned back in his chair and continued to read with his head down, saying: "Ser Adam told me that you have something urgent to report."

Grand Maester Pycelle wiped the sweat from his cheeks with his wide sleeves and said: "His Majesty the King asked the Kingsguard to take Ser Lancel to the throne room in the name of prayer. The king's game is too dangerous. I sneaked out..."

Lord Tywin raised his eyes, his eyes slightly fixed, and interrupted: "How did he find Lancel?"

Hearing this, Pycelle was stunned and trembling: "After Queen Cersei went to the Great Sept of Baelor, many people knew that Ser Lancel was also praying devoutly in the Sept of the Red Keep. I didn't say it..."

Under the sharp gaze of the old lion, he knelt down directly: "Your Majesty doesn't want me to treat him, but his complexion is really bad, I dare not leave! The king... It's His Majesty, he suddenly asked me to call Ser Lancel, I didn't agree, but he wanted to stab me with a sword... I can only tell where Lancel is, but I agree to bring him here! Kingsguard, it was the Kingsguard who brought Lancel... I don't think Lancel was forced, he came here voluntarily!"

Ser Adam glanced at Duke Tywin who was sitting still, and said in a deep voice: "What is the King's Game?"

Grand Maester Pycelle wiped his tears pitifully, and said in a crying voice: "Your Majesty let Ser Lancel hold a heavy stone on his head. Apple, it's so far away... I saw Lancel's ear bleeding, but Your Majesty didn't stop playing... Woohoo... I'm scared... I can only come to you quietly... I finally managed to get out!"

"Nonsense!"

The old lion's pent-up anger almost erupted, he eased slightly, and said in a cold tone: "It seems that he also needs to learn a real lesson."

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After walking out of the door of the Prime Minister's Tower, Lord Tywin paused and said: "Ser Adam, let someone watch Pycelle. When I come back, I have something to ask him."

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In the throne room, Joffrey held a crossbow in his hand and sat on the Iron Throne, which symbolized the king of the Seven Kingdoms, with a creepy giggle.

Lancel's initial calmness was really surprising, as if he didn't care about his life or death at all. However, after a few sharp arrows were shot, he immediately knelt down and begged for mercy... This change made Joffrey feel extremely interesting, and an irrepressible excitement surged in his heart.

Cack, cack, Joffrey's laughter echoed in the empty hall.

Clang!

The heavy wooden door was suddenly pushed open, and Joffrey's slightly crazy laughter stopped abruptly. Sitting on the high Iron Throne, he looked at the figure that made him feel afraid from the bottom of his heart from afar. His whole face twisted and the smile on his face gradually faded.

Tap, tap, tap, the silent hall was full of dense and heavy footsteps. Lord Tywin, surrounded by Sir Adam and the red robes, walked towards the direction of the Iron Throne.

When approaching the steps under the Iron Throne, Lord Tywin's eyes were instantly attracted by Kevan's eldest son, Lancel, who was kneeling on the ground with blood on his face.

Lord Tywin couldn't help but frowned and made a gesture. Sir Adam immediately understood and arranged for his men to take Lancel away.

Seeing this, Joffrey screamed: "Don't let him leave, my game is not over yet!"

"Joffrey!"

Lord Tywin said expressionlessly: "Lancel is your cousin, he is a Lannister."

Tap~Tap~Tap~

Lord Tywin raised his foot and stepped onto the steps, slowly approaching Joffrey on the Iron Throne step by step.