The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Joffrey's eyes were bloodshot, and he held the bloodstained lion's tooth sword tightly in his hand. He stood there panting, his face distorted and hideous.

The suppressed emotions were vented, and the "abnormal" courage quickly receded like a tide, and deep fear began to occupy his heart.

He couldn't help but stretch his neck to look down the stairs, but he couldn't see clearly... He subconsciously took a small step forward, but stepped on the bloodstained stone slab, his feet suddenly slipped, and the whole person lost balance and fell down

After rolling down a few steps, he barely stopped in panic and climbed up in a mess.

"Hiss, damn it!"

Cursing, Joffrey stepped hard on the step beside him, and then he let out a painful cry because of the pain caused by this action.

After a pause, Joffrey looked at his bloody hands, and the fear in his heart became stronger.

He suddenly looked in the direction of the throne room door in panic. Seeing no movement from there, he breathed a sigh of relief... but was at a loss.

Having regained some "reason", he didn't even dare to check the old lion's body. This empty and silent hall... made him feel creepy at this moment.

He trembled and looked around in panic. His mind was in chaos: What should he do? What should he do now? Will those red robes outside suddenly rush in and kill him!

Joffrey quickly glanced at the old lion lying below in a weird posture, and hurriedly walked towards the narrow stairs on the side of the Iron Throne.

At this moment, Joffrey only wanted to escape from here!

Tap tap tap, Joffrey almost trotted all the way to the second floor. After confirming that the only person guarding the King's bedroom door was Boros Blount, the "cupkeeper" of the Kingsguard (Chapter 331), he took a step and strode over.

Hearing the noise, Ser Boros, who was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, opened his eyes in confusion. When he found that the person coming was Joffrey, he suddenly became alert, and his short legs bent outward quickly moved, and hurriedly went over.

"Your Majesty... you... you... blood... are you injured?!"

Joffrey regained his composure a little on the way. He raised his chin proudly and said, "I am the king. Who dares to hurt me? This is the blood of traitors!"

Ser Boros looked horrified and stammered, "Traitor? Your Majesty, someone... someone is rebelling?!"

"Be quiet!"

Joffrey kicked the cowardly Boros and shouted angrily, "Fool, if you attract the enemy, I will kill you first!"

Then, he looked around, lowered his voice slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Come with me."

After entering the king's bedroom, Joffrey immediately closed the door, then he squinted and examined Boros, and said, "Can you call Ser Mandon quietly? Listen to my orders carefully."

Quietly? Ser Boros swallowed his saliva and moved his lips, saying, "Your Majesty, Ser Mandon is not on the throne... Where is he?"

Joffrey paced back and forth anxiously, saying, "He is outside the main door of the throne room. When you go to call him, you must not let the red robes find out. I want to see him secretly."

"But the main door and the side door are guarded by red robes..."

Seeing the king with blood on his face looking at him fiercely, Ser Boros opened his mouth and was about to speak, but he quickly stopped his clumsy excuses.

After a long silence, Ser Boros, who kept wiping the sweat on his face, suddenly clapped his hands. Before he could speak, the startled Joffrey kicked him angrily. .

"Your Majesty, please stop hitting me... Please forgive me... I have thought of a good idea."

Joffrey panted and asked suspiciously, "What is it?"

"Kitchen."

Sir Boros looked flattering, and he lowered his voice and said, "There is no one guarding there, and I know there is a place where I can crawl out."

After hearing this, he paused and chuckled, "Very good."

Then he kicked again, "Go quickly and bring Ser Mandon to me immediately!"

After Ser Boros left, Joffrey relaxed a little, but soon he was walking around the room nervously. The longer he was, the more frightened he felt, and even his body began to tremble involuntarily.

After half an hour, the anxious Joffrey finally heard the "knock knock knock" knock on the door.

"Your Majesty."

After confirming that it was the voices of Ser Mandon and Ser Boros, Joffrey took down the four chains that locked the door one by one.

After the two Kingsguards entered, the heavy wooden door was closed again.

Sir Mandon glanced at Joffrey with indifferent eyes and said, "Your Majesty, are you injured? Aren't you with Lord Tywin? May I ask if there is something..."

Joffrey interrupted directly and rudely, "Tywin wants to assassinate me!"

Ser Boros exclaimed in disbelief, "Ah? Why did he..."

Joffrey waved his hand impatiently and roared, "Don't ask so many questions, he has been executed by me, he is a traitor!"

He looked at Sir Mandon: "Go to the Great Sept of Baelor immediately and call my mother to come back to protect me."

"Yes, sir."

Sir Mandon said no more nonsense, but he paused and said, "Your Majesty, if Lord Tywin dies, the red robes guarding the throne room may harm you before the Queen Regent arrives."

Hearing Sir Mandon's reminder, Joffrey's pupils shrank slightly, and he said in panic: "Yes, they are also traitors, you have to stay and protect me!"

After that, he walked back and forth anxiously: "But my mother must be invited as soon as possible..."

Sir Mandon's voice sounded at this time: "Your Majesty, my good friend is one of the captains of the gold cloak guards of the Red Castle. His name is Vardis Egan (Chapter 387). He may be able to protect you."

Hearing this, Joffrey paused and said angrily "Golden cloaks? Fool, don't forget Adam Marbrand, he is the commander-in-chief of the golden cloaks, and he is also a traitor!"

Facing the furious Joffrey, Sir Mandon's tone was still calm: "Ser Vardis is a vassal of the Vale. He told me privately that before leaving the Red Castle, Duke Green had told him to only obey the orders of the Queen Mother and the King."

Joffrey stretched out his right hand and clenched it into a fist, and said excitedly: "Very good, very good, I will reward you heavily, go, go and arrange it, Sir Mandon, quickly!"

"As you command, your Majesty."

Finally, everything was arranged, and Joffrey suddenly felt a deep fatigue, and he staggered back on the spot.

Sir Boros quickly reached out to support him: "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"I'm fine."

Joffrey shook his head. He knew it was because he drank the "Wine of Courage" in the afternoon. He shook Sir Boros away and said, "Prepare water for me. I want to take a bath."

"Are you going to the bathroom?"

"... Use the bathtub here, idiot, and stop talking nonsense. Also, bring me a pot of wine."

King Joffrey recently particularly likes to drink red wine from Essos. As the king's "wine steward", Sir Boros has naturally tasted it many times.

He hesitated and said cautiously: "Your Majesty, that wine... It's best not to drink too much..."

Joffrey said impatiently: "I didn't ask for the 'Wine of Courage', idiot, give me Summer Red."

"Okay, I'll ask the maids to arrange it right away."

"Fool, stop! Don't alarm others before my mother comes, you stupid boar!"

Ser Boros stopped, scratched his face, and said: "Your Majesty, please rest assured, I will watch them, if they don't obey orders..."

He straightened his fat upper body, grabbed the hilt of his sword with his left hand, and then said: "I will execute them all, and I promise that they will not make a sound when they die."

"If you don't do it well, I will peel your skin first, and then cut you into pieces to feed the dogs."

Joffrey rubbed his head, waved his hand, and said: "Go and arrange it quickly."

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The two well-trained maids moved quietly and almost silently, pouring buckets of water into the bathtub.

Joffrey was already thirsty. He took the wine jug and couldn't wait to pick it up and pour the wine directly into his mouth. .

While drinking, he saw from the corner of his eye that Boros, who was guarding the door, secretly reached out and touched the roundness of the maids' backs when they passed by him.

Putting down the wine jug, Joffrey, who felt much better, chuckled: "Go outside and guard it. When my mother arrives, I will reward you with whatever you want."

"As you wish, generous and kind king."

"Chuckles, chuckles..."

After a while, the bathtub was full of water. Two maids came to Joffrey with nervous expressions and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, you can take a bath."

After taking a big sip of summer red, Joffrey put the wine jug aside, raised his arms slightly, and let the maid take off his stained clothes.

The maids stood aside with their heads down, while Joffrey lay comfortably in the bathtub, exhaling slowly. The water was a little cold, but he felt very comfortable.

Tywin was dead, and he personally executed the traitor who wanted to dethrone the king...

Starting tomorrow, no one can stop him from ruling directly...

Starting tomorrow, he will immediately start to form a royal army...

He will personally take orders to kill all traitors who dare to resist the Iron Throne... Traitors...

Thinking of this, Joffrey gritted his teeth. When his mother arrived, he would kill the damn Adam Marbrand first, and he would skin him himself!

Joffrey's cheek muscles suddenly twitched slightly, and he reached out and touched it. How dare the Duke of Green hit the king and humiliate himself with his mother? !

He secretly swore that he would not only not let Green Crabbe go, but also demolish the entire Eyrie to let everyone know the consequences of offending the king!

Joffrey's cheek twitched again. And the Lannister dwarf... He must catch that damn dwarf and cut off his limbs with his own hands!

Joffrey raised his chin habitually, but the posture was a little awkward at this time. Mom... Starting tomorrow, his queen will not need a regent queen mother in the Seven Kingdoms. The king will not allow others to interfere. She only needs to be a queen mother who obeys the king's orders.

Although he killed Cersei's father with his own hands, Joffrey was not worried at all, because he knew that his mother would definitely stand firmly on his side.

Joffrey's lips suddenly began to tremble slightly. Margaery Tyrell was also a traitor. Since his mother didn't like her all the time, he would give her to her to deal with as she pleased, as compensation from him.

I almost forgot about Kevan. I'll put him in the dungeon first and wait until I'm free...

At this moment, Joffrey's body suddenly stiffened, and his calf muscles seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible big hand. He subconsciously wanted to straighten his legs to relieve the pain there.

But... the severe pain spread from his calf to his whole body in an instant. His breathing became rapid and heavy, his chest rose and fell violently, and veins on his forehead bulged.

Joffrey's face twisted. He was about to call for help, but was pushed into the water by several hands.

Gurgle gurgle...

Water poured into Joffrey's nose and mouth, and the panic and despair of being unable to breathe instantly enveloped him. He tried desperately to inhale but could only inhale more water.

His limbs struggled instinctively, but every movement seemed so weak, as if he was bound by an invisible force.

Gurgle, gurgle…

Outside the door, the maid's respectful voice sounded: "My lord, His Majesty the King is resting, no one is allowed to disturb him."

In the room, Joffrey, lying in the bathtub, had a hideous face, his wide-open eyes still retained the fear and despair of dying, his purple lips slightly opened, as if he was still trying to ask for help until the last moment.

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The Great Sept of Baelor, the Queen Mother's guest room.

Cersei Lannister woke up from a nightmare, she sat on the bed breathing rapidly, almost all over her body was covered with fine cold sweat.

After a pause, she lifted the blanket, climbed out of bed without hanging, and wiped her body with a towel.

After wiping the sweat off her body, Cersei picked up the wine jug and poured the wine, then held the wine glass, came to the window and looked at the marble square under the moonlight, and took a sip of summer red.

Every night, nightmares continued, Cersei took another sip of wine, but she couldn't remember the scene in the dream just now, only the panic heartbeat was left.

Did something happen to Jaime?

Cersei had all kinds of guesses in her mind, but she felt that none of them were right. After standing for a while, she felt a hint of coldness, so she drank the wine in the glass in one gulp and returned to the bed.

On the bed, as if she felt Cersei's gaze, Lady Tanya opened her eyes slightly.

"Awake?"

Lady Tanya took a breath, nodded, and said hoarsely: "Yes, Your Majesty."

The faces of those men suddenly flashed through her mind, including Robert, the drunkard who was sent to the seven hells by her, and Lancel who had become a waste.

Cersei lay down slowly, and when she was about to speak, there was a hurried knock on the door.