The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

"Lord Tywin."

Sir Adam's voice stopped Lord Tywin, who had just stepped up the two steps.

"Please allow me to fulfill my duties first."

Hearing this, Duke Tywin glanced at Sir Adam indifferently. In his sharp eyes like a falcon, his brows furrowed slightly, and then... as if after a brief consideration, he nodded his chin lightly and expressed. Yes.

"Thank you for your trust." Sir Adam nodded slightly and quickly walked up the steps with the two red robes.

Seeing Sir Adam suddenly "charge" up, Joffrey couldn't help but change his expression, aimed the crossbow in his hand at him, and said angrily: "I didn't allow you to come up, get out, I am the king!"

Amid Joffrey's shouting, Ser Adam stepped forward expressionlessly and directly reached out to snatch the crossbow from Joffrey's hand.

"give me back!"

Ser Adam ignored Joffrey and ordered to the red robe: "Go and check and take away all the weapons."

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Under the steps under the Iron Throne, Lord Tywin looked at the roaring lion banner that had become like rags, frowning tightly. When Joffrey's childlike and irritable yells came from above, his The frown deepened.

After a pause, he raised his feet and walked up steadily.

On the Iron Throne, Joffrey stood up abruptly. He said in disbelief: "How dare you... take away the king's sword?"

Sir Adam glanced at the three crossbows that the two red-robed men found from behind the Iron Throne, and said, "Your Majesty, I'm keeping them for you temporarily."

"You dare to humiliate me?! I am the king!"

With a bang, Joffrey drew out his sword, Lion Fang, and said angrily: "You deserve to die! I'm going to kill you!"

Sir Adam's right hand slowly grasped the handle of the sword at his waist and said coldly: "Your Majesty the King, please don't embarrass me."

Seeing them making moves to draw their swords at any moment, a look of panic flashed across Joffrey's face: "What do you want to do? Drawing a sword in front of the king is a capital offense, and I am the king!"

Then, he shouted: "Kingsguard! Kill them for me! Protect me!"

Hearing the king's call, Ser Mandon and the three Kingsguards wanted to step forward, but were firmly blocked by the red robes guarding below.

"Joffrey."

In this solemn atmosphere, Joffrey suddenly heard the low and majestic voice of Lord Tywin. Although the tone sounded like a normal call, it seemed to carry invisible pressure, making him tremble with fear... ...The sword slipped from his hand.

With a bang, "Lion's Tooth" lay on the stone slab, and Joffrey himself staggered and fell back to the Iron Throne.

Lord Tywin stood in front of the Iron Throne. He looked down at Joffrey and said, "Why are you so eager to see me?"

Joffrey shrank back subconsciously, as if to avoid the oppressive gaze. He did not dare to look directly at the old lion's gaze that seemed to be able to see everything. He turned his eyes in panic and muttered: "I...I think...I want to go hunting..."

The old lion narrowed his eyes slightly and stared closely at the grandson in front of him, whose face was full of guilt. He tried to keep his tone as calm as possible and said: "Joffrey, let me tell you, he is extremely stupid and full of loopholes. Lies are pointless, answer me again.”

The old lion tried his best to show an amiable and teaching attitude, but in Joffrey's ears he only heard something full of threats.

Joffrey suddenly raised his head and looked at the old lion, his expression instantly distorted, and he shouted in a loud voice: "Tywin, I will never give in, never, I am the king!"

The veins on Lord Tywin's neck bulged like an enraged lion. He suddenly shouted loudly: "Answer my question!"

Joffrey's body trembled visibly, his eyes moved around in panic, his lower lip trembled, and he said in a very low voice: "Grandpa...Grandpa...I don't want to be locked up anymore... …”

Staring at Joffrey, Lord Tywin's chest rose and fell slowly, and he said in a deep voice: "I told you, you will be free only after you are married."

Joffrey firmly grasped the armrest of the Iron Throne's sword hilt, looked up stubbornly, and gritted his teeth: "I will not marry Tyrell."

Duke Tywin shook his right hand behind his back and said, "Why?"

Hearing this, Joffrey glanced at the old lion hatefully, then quickly moved his gaze to the other side, and then sat there with his lips pressed tightly together.

Lord Tywin's chest rose and fell again, and every word came out like a heavy hammer: "Answer me, why?"

Lord Tywin's constant verbal persecution allowed Joffrey to temporarily suppress his fear. He looked at the old lion standing in front of him bitterly and roared: "Tyrell is a traitor!"

"Joffrey, do you know why Robb Stark died at the Twins?"

A trace of panic flashed across Joffrey's face when he mentioned "death", but he still stiffened his neck and said, "I don't care, why do you want me to marry a traitor?"

Tywin's eyes were as cold as frost. He stared at Joffrey with a stubborn expression in front of him, as if he could freeze people.

The air was oppressive and suffocating, and Joffrey's body was shaking under the old lion's sharp gaze.

After a long moment, Tywin turned his face slightly and ordered in an unquestionable tone: "Sir Adam, let everyone leave, and don't let anyone disturb me and Joffrey."

His voice seemed to carry the chill of winter: "Also, I hope everyone will forget the king's stupid statement."

Sir Adam first glanced at Joffrey, who was huddled on the Iron Throne, and then at Lord Tywin, whose face was as cold as winter. He bowed calmly and said, "As you command, my lord."

After saying that, he swung his blood-red cloak and walked down the stairs, followed closely by two men in red robes holding crossbows.

Not long after, the Kingsguard and the red robes all left in an orderly manner, and the empty throne room was silent, with only Grandpa, Tywin, and their grandson Joffrey left.

After a pause, Duke Tywin's voice was unexpectedly calm: "If you cancel your engagement with the Tyrell family, then who are you going to marry?"

Grandpa's sudden "friendly" attitude made Joffrey's body less trembling. He straightened his back and said: "I will ask my mother to help me choose a noble lady with a status worthy of the king. "

Duke Tywin's gaze became more profound: "Does your mother have a candidate?"

Joffrey was startled for a moment and replied: "When the engagement is broken off, I will tell my mother about it. She will be responsible for the recommendation, and it will be my choice in the end."

Duke Tywin stared at Joffrey with his chin raised for a while. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Joffrey, tell me honestly, who told you that the Tyrell lady is a traitor?"

A look of resentment flashed across Joffrey's face again: "She seduced Tommen, he is my brother!"

"seduce?"

"Don't think that I don't know anything. Everyone has seen it. She is deliberately tempting Tommen. She is a traitor!"

"lure?"

"Don't take me for a fool. Everyone saw them playing in the gardens of Maegor's Tower, Tyrell making Tommen so happy!"

"Playing... Is this the ridiculous reason why you want to break your sacred engagement, Joffrey?"

Looking at the calm Duke Tywin, Joffrey's anger suddenly rose, and he shouted loudly: "I said, I am not a fool, it was she who betrayed the king first, she is a traitor!"

Duke Tywin's deep eyes did not miss the slightest change in expression on Joffrey's face. He said slowly: "Have you ever thought about the consequences of abandoning the Tyrell family? If you lose the food aid from the Reach, you will be extremely hungry. The refugees in King's Landing will immediately riot. It will be a riot of hundreds of thousands of people, and their unbridled madness will even break through the strong walls of the Red Keep."

You are getting stronger and stronger...

And Tywin hopes that a well-behaved child will sit on the Iron Throne...

He will definitely depose you...

Looking at the old lion who was hypocritically performing in front of him, Joffrey gritted his teeth and said: "So, you chose Tommen, right? Because you still need to use Tyrell."

Hearing this, Duke Tywin frowned. His patience was like a candle in the wind and was about to be extinguished.

His voice was filled with suppressed anger: "Joffrey, I've heard enough of your meaningless nonsense, don't continue to show off your stupidity in front of me."

"I am the king!"

Joffrey blushed and gasped, his voice almost roaring: "It's you, Tywin, it's because of you, it's you who locked me up here and made everyone think you wanted to depose me. The rightful king!"

Joffrey's fierce "accusation" finally succeeded in exhausting the old lion's last vestige of patience. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out cold words from between his teeth: "If this is your wish, I can As you wish, Joffrey."

At the same time, the courage that Joffrey finally mustered up quickly receded like a tide. He looked at Duke Tywin in shock and fear, opened his mouth, and stammered: "You can't do this, you have no power. Depose me, I am the king...Mom, yes, my mother! She will never agree to this!"

Looking at his grandson who was as stupid as Cersei, Duke Tywin said coldly: "Your mother will be sent to Casterly Rock soon. This is my order and no one can disobey it."

In addition to obeying...

What else can your mother do………

If your mother hadn't served me like a maid...

Staring at Lord Tywin, the veins on Joffrey's neck bulged, crawling all over his neck like winding earthworms.

"She is my mother, she is the Queen Regent, you have no right to do this, you are a traitor!"

After listening, Duke Tywin's clenched teeth made a crunching sound: "It is I who have preserved the rule of the Iron Throne. It is I who take care of the Seven Kingdoms that are in chaos, and I am about to calm the chaos of the Seven Kingdoms on your behalf."

Lord Tywin's oppressive figure took a step forward, and Joffrey, who looked like he was burning with anger just now, was immediately frightened and his legs, feet and body were desperately retracted into the Iron Throne.

Looking at his clown-like grandson, Duke Tywin's eyes showed obvious disappointment, and even deep in that disappointment, there was a trace of disgust that was difficult to conceal.

"Cersei is a Lannister, she is my daughter, and she must obey my orders. And you, I will never tolerate you bringing disaster to the Lannister."

Duke Tywin looked down at Joffrey, who had almost curled up into a ball, with eyes as sharp as a sword, and said in a deep voice: "Do you understand?"

After a pause, Joffrey was still trembling in fear, and his whole body seemed to be in extreme fear. For this... the old lion had no mercy: "I don't like repetitions, let me hear you answer."

Joffrey crossed his arms in front of his forehead, trying to isolate the old lion and gain a slight sense of security.

After a suffocating silence, Joffrey glanced quickly at the old lion standing in front of him through the gap made by his arm, and nodded reluctantly.

"Let me hear your voice, Joffrey."

Joffrey shuddered all over, and finally squeezed out a voice that made him feel extremely humiliated: "I... know."

Lord Tywin had long been tired of the mother and son's stupid performances one after another. He snorted coldly and said, "No, you don't understand what I mean, but it doesn't matter anymore. Let me tell you, you just need to remember that I will no longer tolerate your reckless behavior, nor will I give you any chance to make mistakes."

I think you will not be the king soon...

No one in the Seven Kingdoms dares to challenge the majesty of Lord Tywin...

He has become the true ruler of the Seven Kingdoms...

He is the real king without a crown on his head...

Joffrey "slightly" misunderstood Lord Tywin's words. He looked up from the protection of his arms and said in disbelief: "I have already given in to you."

Seeing Joffrey's reaction, this grandson was like a wild boar in the eyes of Lord Tywin, or...if it was placed on the Iron Throne, it might do better than Joffrey.

At this point, Lord Tywin felt that there was no need to continue the conversation.

Yes, he was sure... There might be other people's slander in tonight's farce, but the main problem was still Joffrey's stupidity that he would never learn from his mistakes.

"I tell you, you must remember that I have tried my best to maintain the rule of the Iron Throne, not for Robert II to sit on the iron chair, nor for the Mad King II."

You are not Robert's seed...

How many seeds did Robert sow in the Seven Kingdoms...

Only I, your mother and Tywin know this secret (Chapter 369)...

"Stay honestly and don't test my patience anymore. Tommen will be raised by Jaime, Joffrey."

Tywin's majestic voice resounded in the palace, but at this moment Joffrey... His ears were occupied by hallucinations, and he couldn't hear the old lion's words at all, or he himself was rejecting the old lion's voice.

Joffrey's pupils widened. In his eyes, Tywin's turning movement seemed to become extremely slow, as if the rhythm of the whole world suddenly slowed down.

Do you still expect to be a king hiding in the gutter...

You dare not resist the old lion...

If there is no Duke Tywin...

You will become the greatest king of all time (Chapter 382)...

His eyes full of fine red bloodshot stared at the back of the old lion. Joffrey's face suddenly twisted. He climbed down the Iron Throne and bent down to pick up the "Lion's Tooth" sword lying on the stone slab.

When he held the hilt of the Lion's Tooth, his mother's encouraging voice seemed to ring in his ears.

Joffrey, the king is fearless (Chapters 249, 336)!

His fierce expression was mixed with madness. He took two steps at a time and rushed forward suddenly. Just like what he did in countless dreams, he did not hesitate to stab the Lion's Tooth sword... into the back of the old lion.

Duke Tywin, who had just stepped down two steps, instantly felt a piercing chill on his back. He looked down at the tip of the sword protruding from his abdomen in disbelief.

"I am the king!"

Joffrey's roar sounded behind him, and Duke Tywin's hazy light green eyes were filled with horror.

Red blood bubbles appeared in his mouth, and he could only speak vaguely: "Lannister..."

Tywin Lannister's body fell heavily like a collapsed mountain, and then... rolled down the stairs under the Iron Throne.