The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Duke Tywin was wearing gorgeous armor, with dark red enamel on the heavy steel plate, and intricate gold scroll decorations on the breastplate, greaves and gloves. A pair of golden lionesses were lying on his shoulders, and a golden lion stood on the top of a huge helmet.

On the Duke's chest stood a huge sword decorated with rubies and a gilded scabbard, and his hands firmly grasped the hilt.

Cersei looked at the old lion with a noble face, and suddenly felt that her father's appearance was not so scary.

The shining green eyes, with golden pupils in them, seemed to see through everything, the weakness, incompetence and ugliness in the soul.

But those eyes that could capture people's hearts were closed forever... From now on, they should be afraid of her eyes, she is also a lion, the true heir of the old lion.

Her father was a great man, but she believed that she could do better than him.

In the future, when the maester recorded history, the old lion would be called Cersei Lannister's father.

Seven archbishops in silver robes stood behind the coffin, praying to the Father to judge Lord Tywin Lannister fairly.

After they finished chanting, seventy-seven nuns gathered in front of the altar of the Virgin, chanting hymns to ask for mercy.

Cersei felt her knees ache, and she looked at Jaime, who was still standing there like a statue, and the betrayer did not dare to meet her eyes.

Below, Kevan Lannister knelt on the ground with his shoulders drooping, and his son, who looked like a seventy-year-old man, knelt beside him.

That night, the old lion went to the throne room for Lancel, but her father and her son died. Why is Lancel still alive? Have the gods lost their minds?

Kevan... He confused the lioness's daughter, and it was his son who caused the tragedy of Lannister. He should atone for his sins, and he should serve the old lion's heir like a servant.

The Tyrells were kneeling on the right side of the coffin. Margaery was haggard, confused and sad, but very beautiful. The lioness could sense that she was playing her role hypocritically. The little rose's tricks could not hide from her eyes.

The sad-looking Duke of Highgarden, the ugly old woman and the silent Duchess of Highgarden, as well as the crippled Garlan and Margaery's Tyrell maids... The lioness shifted and looked at the roses. Who killed her son here? Or... are all the murderers?

The lioness's plumpness rose and fell slowly. When she received her father's inheritance, she would immediately find the murderer. She would not let these hypocritical roses go.

After the singing ended, she returned to the Hall of Lights. Queen Cersei was surrounded by mourners, eager to tell her boring mourning words. She felt that they were like buzzing flies.

When she finally got rid of the nagging of the fools, she found that Tommen had been surrounded by Margaery and the rose maids.

The lioness was immediately furious. The despicable rose wanted to confuse her other son again? !

She handed Myrcella, who was holding her hand, to a maid, and was about to rescue Tommen from the rose bushes, when she suddenly ran into Kevan and others face to face.

"Uncle Kevan, we need to find a time to talk."

Lord Kevan nodded tiredly and said goodbye. Lancel stopped and wanted to say something with an apologetic look on his face.

Cersei didn't want to pay any attention to him at all, and walked directly past Lancel, who had one foot in the grave.

When the lioness approached the roses, Margaery gave her a sisterly hug and whispered comfort, which made her furious.

It's not time yet... Cersei forced herself to smile: "Tommen, we should go back."

When Cersei left holding Tommen's hand, a low "chuckle" came from behind. She turned back angrily, but a dull face was looking back at her in her sight.

After a pause, she had to pretend nothing happened and continued to walk. If the old lion was still alive, the roses would never dare to be so presumptuous... Yes, the old lion was indeed dead, but he had an heir.

The lioness warned herself to be patient for the time being, and at the same time... told herself not to forget this moment. On the day of Rose's funeral, she would fill the whole city with laughter.

Watching the back of Queen Cersei holding Myrcella and Tommen in her left and right hands, Margaery frowned slightly, like a delicate rose: "Megge, you were too presumptuous just now."

Megge Tyrell lowered his head quickly: "I'm sorry, Miss Margaery, I shouldn't... Alas... I beg for your forgiveness."

"No, I must punish you."

Margaery reached out and gently held one of Maegge's small fat hands: "My punishment is..."

Megge couldn't help swallowing nervously, seeing this... Margaery smiled softly: "Just now, remember the toys that Tommen likes to play with, you will prepare them."

Miss Margaery is really getting more and more charming...Megge swallowed again and nodded in a daze.

After a pause, Little Rose's elk eyes turned to Elo Tyrell, who was hiding and laughing, and said, "The pony is in your hands, Elo, go find Brother Garlan. Remember, choose a gentle one."

The fat boy Tommen holding his mother's hand disappeared from sight, and Margaery immediately suppressed the complicated emotions in her heart. She did not allow herself to have other thoughts, because her mission from beginning to end was only one, to put the queen's crown on her and the Tyrell family.

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Walking out of the Hall of Lights, Cersei stopped irritably, and the Duke of Mace, Earl Gyles (the previous Chancellor of the Exchequer, Chapter 186), the president of the Alchemist Guild, Harlin and others surrounded her.

Harlem showed a flattering look: "Your Majesty the Queen Mother, the pyromancer assures you that on the day your father's body returns from the city to the west, brilliant fireworks will bloom in the clear sky."

Earl Gales kept coughing lightly: "Dear Queen Mother, I hired a master stonemason and asked him to carve a statue of Lord Tywin on the Lion Gate. The hand of the eternal king will guard the king's land forever."

After Duke Mace kissed the lioness's cheeks, he said sadly: "Duke Tywin is a great man, an unprecedented great man. I am afraid that in our lifetime, we will never have the opportunity to see a person like your father again."

Mace Tyrell was less than ten years older than Cersei, but there were already gray spots in the middle of his beard. She managed to squeeze out a smile: "Yes, everyone misses him very much."

The Duke of Mace seemed intent on showing everyone the closeness between Lannister and Tyrell. He put a big hand on Cersei's shoulder and sighed: "Everyone knows that no one can replace Tywin. Duke, the deceased has passed away, and the kingdom must be ruled by someone... If you need my help in this dark moment, please do not hesitate to ask, Her Majesty the Queen Mother. "

Does the Duke of Metz want to be the Prime Minister? There was an imperceptible sarcasm on the lioness's lips. Since it was expressed so tactfully, she didn't have to pay attention to the hypocritical rose as she was grieving in her heart at this moment.

"Dorn's attitude is not yet clear. The kingdom may be in turmoil again at any time. The Reach is related to the stability of the southern border and is in urgent need of the care of the Duke of Metz."

Seeing that Cersei didn't seem to understand his hint, the Duke of Metz looked slightly anxious and immediately explained: "Queen Cersei, my son Willas is very capable. Although his legs and feet are not flexible, his mind is very flexible. He I have the ability to maintain stability in the south. Now, I, the father, am working for the prosperity and safety of the kingdom."

What an idiot Duke... Cersei smiled coldly and said: "Lord Tyrell, Willas Tyrell may be outstanding, but he is not the Duke of Highgarden after all. Dorne and the Stormlands may be affected. Please don’t underestimate your responsibilities for the stability of the kingdom.”

A blush rose on Tyrell's thick neck, and when he wanted to continue "arguing," his mother, Lady Olenna, suddenly appeared, took her son's arm, and showed a toothless smile.

"Your Majesty the Queen Mother, should we take the oath between Tyrell and Lannister more seriously than the Prime Minister who wipes the king's butt?"

Glancing at the Duke of Metz, who was standing obediently next to her short mother, Cersei looked at the wrinkled old woman in front of her coldly, her green eyes moved slightly, and said: "Oath? What do you mean?"

Lady Olenna's eyes were deep: "Maybe it's because she stayed in King's Landing for too long that the old woman misses the rose garden in Highgarden. Maybe the old woman has had enough of the smell of King's Landing... Duke of Highgarden?"

Lady Olenna turned to look at her son: "It's time for Tyrell to return to Highgarden. Call my good granddaughter and we all go home."

The Duke of Metz was startled: "Huh? Madam Olenna, we are not..."

His words were stopped by his mother's glare: "I'm sorry, Duke of Highgarden. The Seven Kingdoms are not stable. The old woman and your weak daughter need your protection."

The Duke of Metz secretly thought it was a pity. Although he was very reluctant, he had no time to think too much: "Okay, madam, I will lead the team myself."

After saying that, he suddenly realized, Margaery also wants to go back? What about Tyrell's queen's tiara? !

He was about to repent, but he felt a stinging pain on his foot, which was caused by being hit by the cane in his mother's hand... He was so painful that he couldn't help but gasp, but in order to maintain the dignity of the Duke of Highgarden, his cheeks only turned red. , but didn’t make a sound.

At this time, Lady Olenna's voice sounded: "The Queen Regent's memory is not very good, just like an old woman like me... Ha... Before she thinks Tyrell is a person who tells lies, we should be smart and leave on our own. ”

"Cough cough cough......"

With the sound of coughing, Earl Rosby approached Cersei and whispered: "Your Majesty, she is talking about the marriage contract between Lannister and Tyrell."

Of course she knows!

Cersei turned her head and glanced coldly at Lord Rosby. He shrank his neck and quietly backed away.

Then came Grand Maester Pycelle. He came to Cersei's side and lowered his voice and said tremblingly: "Honorable Queen Mother, we cannot let King Tommen bear the stigma of breaking his engagement..."

The lioness almost broke her teeth: "Get out of the way."

Her voice could only be heard by a few people around her, including the old Pycelle, who immediately left flexibly.

Is it a suggestion or a threat?

Kevan is hiding somewhere, and Jaime is hiding cowardly inside. Now...she is the only one guarding the majesty of Lannister.

Father didn't expect it...if he could open his eyes at this moment, he would only admit that she was his true successor.

Cersei's eyes scanned the people around her. Here...who are the friends and who are the enemies? So what if they are all enemies, the Lannister lioness is never afraid!

"A Lannister must pay his debts."

Cersei held the hands of Myrcella and Tommen and walked forward. When she passed Lady Olenna, she said: "Lannister will definitely abide by the promise made during the alliance. When my father's funeral is over, I will immediately summon the royal family. Meeting."

In order to consolidate Tommen's throne, she had to put aside her hatred and temporarily compromise with Highgarden, she convinced herself.

But this period of humiliation would definitely not be too long, the lioness swore to herself.

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On the eighth day, the mourners in King's Landing were divided into two groups, most of whom attended Joffrey's burial because... after it was over, Tommen would be officially crowned King of the Seven Kingdoms there.

Outside the Lion's Gate, very few people came to see Lord Tywin's funeral procession.

James couldn't help but sigh. He heard that... his father entered King's Landing, riding a tall horse and wearing bright red steel armor, and everyone was cheering crazily for him (Chapter 258).

When he left the city, he sat in a tall four-wheel carriage, covered with crimson flags, escorted by six silent sisters, and only a few dozen people saw him off indifferently.

Cersei personally selected the fifty-five honor guards who accompanied Lord Tywin's carriage to Casterly Rock, their lances flying the crimson pennant of House Lannister.

Behind them was the escorting Lannister army, two hundred crossbowmen and five hundred heavy soldiers. The strong wind was blowing, and the crimson cloaks were flying on their shoulders.

After stroking his father's carriage for the last time, James was about to signal to the drummer when he heard the sound of horse hooves suddenly coming from far away.

James looked in the direction of the sound and saw the swamp marigold flag floating in the distance.

Green stopped the horse not far from the carriage. He looked around the team in the saddle, then dismounted and walked towards where James was.

The two briefly greeted each other and then stood together in silence.

Reluctantly touching the carriage his father was riding in again, Sir James raised his hand and made a gesture; the drummer started beating, the rhythm was slow, neat, and full of sadness.

The funeral procession slowly left, James's white robe flying in the wind, Green could feel his deep sadness and reluctance, paused, took off the wine bag from his waist and threw it over.

James's reaction was a little slow. He caught the wine bag with some embarrassment. He looked at the thing in his hand. He glanced sideways at Green and said, "This is a sneak attack."

Green looked at him and said, "You seem to be wearing a white robe. If I remember correctly, Duke Tywin expelled you from the White Knights."

After a moment of silence, James pulled out the cork, raised his head and took a sip of wine before speaking: "I hope that when my father sees me putting on my white robe again, he will be so angry that he jumps out of the carriage and beats me."

Green reached out and patted James on the shoulder: "Is it Queen Cersei's suggestion?"

Sir James glanced at Green, took another sip of wine, wiped the corners of his mouth with his hand, and said, "It's an order from the Queen Regent."