The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

"Queen Mother, Queen Mother Cersei!"

It was the voice of Sir Osforley. Cersei gathered her messy hair and climbed out of bed. She put on a white silk nightgown with the help of Lady Tanya.

"Queen Mother, Queen Mother, Queen Mother!"

Soon, Osforley's voice and the knock on the door came again, this time more urgently.

Cersei frowned unhappily, straightened her dress, and responded, "Come in."

The door was immediately pushed open, and Sir Osforley first came in with an oil lamp, followed by his brother and... She saw a figure in a white robe.

Jaime? She immediately denied it again, it couldn't be him.

"Your Majesty." Sir Mandon stepped forward and saluted.

"You... You are looking for me?"

While speaking, Lady Tanya put a burgundy velvet robe on Cersei.

Sir Mandon looked up and replied, "I was sent by His Majesty the King. She asked you to return to the Red Keep immediately, where... the king was assassinated."

Assassination? !

Who dared to assassinate Joffrey... Stannis? Stark? Martell? Tyrell?

She asked anxiously: "How is my son?"

"His Majesty the King is not injured. He said he personally executed the assassin, and the identity of the assassin is..."

Ser Mandon seemed to be telling an ordinary story: "Tywin Lannister."

Joffrey killed... my father by my son... This is impossible, she doesn't believe it!

The night wind knocked on the narrow window, making a "creaking" sound.

"Your Majesty, I checked before leaving the throne room. Lord Tywin has passed away."

The Myr woman beside her trembled like a leaf, Ser Osfryd and Ser Mandon were expressionless in front of her, and Ser Osney was still peeking at her body.

Cersei saw the shadow of the swaying wings, and a moth found the oil lamp held by Osfryd, and it buzzed against the glass, looking for light.

She murmured, "Joffrey loves his grandfather, and my father is guarded by red robes day and night."

Sir Osfried glanced at Cersei, who was a little unsteady, and said calmly: "Your Majesty, the red robes may be loyal to their duties, but they can't stop the king's sword."

The captain of the guard reminded Cersei, and fear suddenly seized Cersei, like a sudden storm.

Cersei's eyes instantly turned red: "No, Joffrey, you can't do that..."

After a pause, Sir Mandon reminded: "Your Majesty, the king is still in danger now, and he needs your protection."

Cersei's green eyes trembled, and the nightmare that she could not remember no matter what, it finally became clear.

In the dream...she sat on the Iron Throne, overlooking everyone.

Arrogant lords and proud ladies knelt before her, and young and brave knights placed their swords at her feet, begging for her favor.

She smiled and answered them one by one.

Everything was wonderful, but the lords and ladies suddenly pointed at her and giggled, covering their smiling faces with the back of their hands.

She found that she was not wearing any clothes, and she tried to cover her face with her hands in panic to maintain the shame of a woman.

As a result, the tip of the sword on the Iron Throne cut her soft and smooth skin, and blood flowed down her thigh.

She wanted to stand up, but her feet stepped on the gap of the twisted metal and could not break free. The more she struggled, the more ruthlessly the Iron Throne swallowed her.

Amid the piercing laughter, the Iron Throne had turned into a hunchbacked monster, which ruthlessly tore open the flesh and blood until the whole body became bloody and she could get out of there.

Cersei lowered her head and looked at her hands carefully to make sure that every finger was there; then she touched her body, and her skin had goose bumps, but there was no scratch or cut; there were no scars on her legs and no wounds on the soles of her feet.

Dream, nightmare, did it predict the bad news tonight?

Prophecy...

Damn prophecy, when dawn comes, she should be the one who laughs last!

If Tywin Lannister is really dead, she and her children will no longer be safe...especially Joffrey.

When the lion falls, all beasts will rise, and wolves, tigers and leopards will take advantage of the opportunity to enter.

So, she must act decisively and immediately, just like when Robert died.

The lioness's fullness slowly rose and fell, she raised her chin and said coldly: "I will dress immediately, Ser Osney, wake up all the guards, and we will set off later."

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Walking out of the Great Sept of Baelor, Cersei jumped on the horse with the help of Ser Osney, she looked at the night sky, and the stars were shining.

The brightest and most dazzling star in the west has sunk, and the road ahead will be darker.

No, no one can scare her, she is the daughter of Casterly Rock, the daughter of the lion!

If her father passed away, Casterly Rock would be hers, and the power of the Lannister family would also be hers. Even if Joffrey no longer needed a regent queen mother in the future, as the master of the West, she could still influence the Red Castle.

When Queen Cersei arrived at the door of the throne room, there were a large number of Lannister guards wearing lion helmets at the door, and the golden lions on the top of the helmets were faintly reflecting.

She could sense that they were all afraid, and they were indeed afraid. If it were her father... the lioness would never let the old lion die alone!

"No one may enter or leave the throne room without my permission."

It was quiet inside, and Cersei could only hear the friction of heels against the stone slabs.

Moonlight flowed in through the narrow window, and the Iron Throne stood high and fiercely. Looking at it, Cersei paused slightly, and then she came to stand in front of the old lion's body.

Is he really dead?

He was her father, should she scream and cry? She wanted to ask her father and let him tell him the answer.

The lioness' eyes returned to the man lying at the foot of the steps like a clown. Is he really her father, the old lion with an iron will...

Her nails dug into her palms unconsciously: "My father should not be lying in this place. Find Pycelle and ask him to take care of Lord Tywin and cover my father with ermine and gold silk." and crimson satin.”

Her voice rose gradually: "My father was Hand to Three Kings and one of the greatest leaders the Seven Kingdoms have ever seen. Let the bells throughout the city ring, as they did when Robert died."

Cersei paced and calmly issued orders, her eyes stung by the smoke from the surrounding torches, but the lioness was not to cry, any more than her father was.

Qyburn slowly came to the front of Cersei and bowed deeply: "Your Majesty the Queen Mother, maybe you should go up and have a look."

For some reason, Cersei's heart suddenly beat wildly in her chest and she stopped pacing: "Is Joffrey looking for me?"

Coburn looked at her, sighed slightly, and said with a sad tone: "He is still waiting for you."

Seeing this, the lioness stopped talking. She lifted up her skirt and walked quickly towards the corridor behind the Iron Throne.

The king's chamber.

Cersei stared blankly at Joffrey, who was staring blankly in the bathtub: "Who... who... who... exactly..."

Cersei's legs were as weak as water. Ser Osney behind her reached out to help her, but she avoided her.

She stumbled back, unable to come to terms with her son's death, and Cersei collapsed at Joffrey's bedside, weeping silently.

When the color turned to deep cobalt blue, the lioness with red and swollen eyes silently watched the Silent Sisters carry away the king, while Qyburn stood aside respectfully.

After a while, the Kate Black brothers walked in together, their hands and clothes stained with a lot of bright red.

"Queen Mother, please forgive me."

Cersei looked straight at the bathtub placed in the corner of the room, and said in a hoarse voice: "What did he say?"

Sir Osney took a step forward and replied: "Sir Boros said that he had been guarding the door all the time. During this period, only two maids serving the king came in and out of the bedroom."

"...Where are the two maids?"

"The two of them must have absconded. I have arranged for people to track their whereabouts, Your Majesty."

"...Escaped. Two women in skirts left the Red Fort in the middle of the night. Whose are they?"

"As far as I know, the two of them have been in the Red Keep for more than three years, and they have been serving in the king's bathhouse."

"...I'm asking who these two are from?"

"This...please give us a little more time."

"...Go and check immediately."

After Brother Kate Black hurriedly left the room, after a pause, Qyburn's gentle voice sounded: "Your Majesty, King Joffrey likes the coins of the Reach?"

The Reach? Cersei's eyes finally moved, and she looked at Qyburn.

Qyburn carefully took out a gold coin from his sleeve and showed Cersei the portrait of the King of the Reach on the front and the coat of arms of the Gardeners (the former ruling family of the Reach) on the back.

"Your Majesty, its name is the 'Golden Hand'. It was rarely seen after King Aegon I conquered Westeros."

Cersei stared at the golden coin: "......Where did you find this?"

"I found it in an inconspicuous place under the bathtub. There were many people at the time, and I was worried that the information would be leaked, so I hid it while no one was paying attention."

The lioness held the gold coin tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning white from too much force. She gritted her teeth and said, "Ti, Li, you."

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Mermaid Harbor, white marble terrace of the Government Hall.

Green and Kevan Lannister each sat on a wooden chair. The little lady and Myrcella were playing with flowers in the vase a little behind them, and occasionally glanced uneasily at the two people who were not in a good atmosphere.

Earl Kevan exhaled slowly: "Duke Greene, your behavior makes me feel very unfriendly. You are tantamount to imprisoning us."

Lord Green didn't care about the threat in Kevan's words. He just smiled lightly and said: "Earl Kevan took away the mother's daughter without her permission... This kind of behavior is truly unacceptable. Friendly, maybe even impolite.”

Count Kevan clenched his fist and said: "I want to remind you that Myrcella is not only Cersei's daughter, she is also the princess of the kingdom. She has her responsibilities and obligations."

Green asked him in return: "Count Kevan, is this the way you used this argument to convince Princess Myrcella to go with you?"

Count Kevan didn't speak, just stared at Green.

After a pause, Green continued: "Because you know that this rhetoric will not work for Queen Cersei, is that why you let Myrcella leave her mother without saying goodbye?"

He continued: "If you could convince Queen Cersei, I don't think you would choose this way, right?"

Earl Kevan exhaled slowly again and said: "Duke Kleb, you and Lord Tywin promised that you will no longer participate in the private affairs of the Lannister family."

Green rubbed his head slightly as if he had a headache, looked at Kevan, and said, "I have to remind you that we are discussing the princess of the kingdom. Well, this is what you just reminded me specifically."

Kevan: "…………"

After a pause, he rubbed his brows, and said with a little helplessness: "Lord Green, I think we can say goodbye to word games for the time being."

He leaned forward in Green's direction: "If you insist on stopping Myrcella from going to Dorne with me, then... please give me a satisfactory 'reason', otherwise it will affect the friendship between Lannister and Crabbe. I hope my words don't sound threatening."

Green's brown eyes moved slightly, and he looked directly at Kevan: "It's already a threat. Perhaps... "True History" will record it like this. Lannister chose to go to war because Crabbe prevented the princess of the kingdom from being sent to Dorne. The reason is... Lannister must pay his debts?"

Earl Kevan's eyes became deep: "You are humiliating Lannister, Green Crabbe."

Green's upper body leaned forward in Kevan's direction, and his gentle eyes gradually turned cold. He slowly said: "I can get you bread and salt, Lannister."

The two looked at each other motionlessly, and the atmosphere was very solemn.

At this time, Myrcella came over with two wine glasses, and her clear and childish voice sounded: "Uncle Grandfather, Duke Green."

She handed the wine glass to Kevan first, paused, looked deeply at Green, and said kindly to Myrcella: "Thank you, child."

Then it was Green, he took the wine glass, smiled slightly, and said: "Thank you."

Myrcella smiled, then she bowed to the two of them lightly, saying: "I'm sorry, I accidentally heard your conversation, I should take the initiative to stay away, please forgive my presumptuous."

Green smiled, he raised his glass to Kevan, and said: "Princess Myrcella has nothing to do with you, it's because Earl Kevan didn't lower his voice, and so did I."

Princess Myrcella put her hands behind her back, "Duke Green, please forgive me for my intrusion again. It's not just my uncle, but I'm actually curious about why you kindly invited us to stay as your guests. Um... and your Mermaid Harbor is as beautiful as I imagined."

Green shook his glass and said, "I can be honest with you..."

After a pause, he continued, "The lie is that I'm worried that when Lannister has no external enemies, they will start to squeeze Crab out of the center of the Seven Kingdoms, which will make it very difficult for me."

Kevan's eyes also moved over. Green glanced at him and continued, "The truth is that the intolerable lioness asked me to lead troops to break through Sunspear City and bring her daughter back."

After listening, Myrcella blinked and then turned her eyes to her uncle.

Looking at the clear eyes of the little princess, Earl Kevan sighed secretly and said, "Myrcella, thank you for your kindness, good child, go and rest."