The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Kevan stood outside the door and did not go in. After waiting for a long time, the guests inside came out one after another... They seemed to be in a particularly good mood. Some people were walking and staring at the golden dragon in their hands, speaking in disbelief. The ground murmured "God bless you".

The attendant came to Kevan's side and said respectfully: "Sir, you can go in."

Earl Kevan slowly raised his eyes and looked at the clouds that seemed like heavy rain would fall at any time. His thoughts drifted away involuntarily. If back then... Alys II had agreed to marry his niece to Prince Rhaegar, maybe that tragic event would have happened. War simply won't break out. Because Cersei will give Rhaegar the son he wants, a little lion with a silver mane and purple eyes... Lyanna Stark does have a wild beauty, but... no matter how a torch burns... Nothing could compare to the vibrant light of the West, the girl from the north... Rhaegar would probably not even look at her for a second time.

In this way, nothing ridiculous will happen to Jaime and Cersei.

He shook his head slightly. Perhaps Tywin's death without knowing it was a mercy from the gods.

After retracting his thoughts, Earl Kevan sighed secretly, and then walked into the tavern. He knew very well that this was just an unrealistic imagination of an old man reminiscing about the past.

Prince Rhaegar married Princess Elia of Dorne, Lyanna Stark died, Cersei married Robert Baratheon, and that's the real history.

In the tavern, not long after Earl Kevan sat down, thump thump thump… the blond girl who was cleaning the room for her came down the wooden stairs like a trot again.

After a while, the sound of hurried footsteps sounded again, and the blond girl quickly brought food such as barbecue and ale to Count Kevan.

In order to make it easier for her to do things, the blonde girl rolled up her sleeves, revealing a pair of slender arms. Her slightly darker wheat-colored skin exuded a vibrant sheen.

Looking at the busy girl in front of him, Earl Kevan said: "My child, what should I call you?"

The blonde girl placed the last plate and timidly adjusted her slightly messy gray numb dress: "Noble sir, my name is Leah."

As she spoke, she cleared her throat as if to relieve her tension, and blinked her clear blue eyes that seemed to be able to speak: "Everyone calls me Little Leah, and you can call me that too."

Hearing this, Earl Kevan couldn't help but smile kindly and said in a gentle voice: "I remember, little Leah. Good boy, thank you for your thoughtful service."

The attendant standing aside glanced at the lord who was finally in a better mood. He took out a small purse containing seven golden dragons from his arms and threw it to Leah: "This is a reward from Lord Lannister."

Feeling the weight in her little hands, Leah couldn't help but open her eyes wide. She seemed a little scared.

Earl Kevan showed his old father's smile, waved his hand, and said, "Go and get busy."

Leah left with excitement and apprehension, while Kevan's attendant picked up his fork and took the lead in tasting every food on the table: "My lord, I have found no problem for the time being."

Heavy rain suddenly poured down.

Kevan's eyes moved over, and heavy raindrops were hitting the window violently. The sudden heavy rain was like the situation at the Red Fort. He always felt that the "accident" there was far from over, and the future was still full of variables.

Did Duke Greene willingly serve her out of love?

His brother's golden daughter grew up into a conceited, stupid and greedy woman.

Even if it is really for love, where does that love come from? Don't rely on wisdom, just rely on beauty?

How long can such a man be deceived? Her niece is already thirty-three years old. Time will mercilessly take away the love that the gods once gave her. Her belly will become wrinkled and her breasts will become shriveled and droopy. When the time comes... From the beginning, she He is not a real sword wielder.

Moreover, such a woman will destroy Tommen sooner or later, and Joffrey is the precedent.

Kevan misses Tywin very much at this moment... Although his brother can no longer protect the Lannister, he has already planned a strong future for the family. He only needs to start from Harrenhal and manage the Riverlands. The land, plus the Western Territory, can hold power at the center of the Seven Kingdoms at any time.

He has decided that when the time is right, he will expel Cersei from the Red Keep, pull out all her "teeth", and let her stay at Casterly Rock.

Tywin would definitely understand him. If he were his brother, he would never allow his willful daughter to damage the family's honor. Everything he did was for Lannister.

After retracting his thoughts, he paused and then Earl Kevan slowly spoke: "This rain won't last long. After eating, let's take a short rest and set off as soon as the rain stops."

After lunch, Earl Kevan went to the room on the second floor, and his attendants with two red robes guarded the door.

There was a small fireplace in the room, with only black ashes and dying embers left inside, making it look particularly deserted. He took off his boots and sat on the worn wooden chair in front of it.

After sitting quietly for a while, without a trace of sleep, Earl Kevan asked the attendant outside the door to bring him a map of the Riverlands and a jug of wine.

Kevan held the wine glass in one hand and shook it gently, the purple-red liquid swirling in the glass.

He lowered his head and looked at the location of the farmland near Harrenhal on the map, thinking about farmers, farm tools, food and a series of other issues in his mind.

Suddenly thinking of the report from the school he saw yesterday, Earl Kevan frowned. They said that the weather in the north had changed, and they predicted that it was a sign of winter.

In winter...he could only be glad that the school city released black messenger crows carrying letters. If the school city released white messenger crows, it would have confirmed the change of seasons.

Kevan frowned. The Citadel was always cautious in its reports. Perhaps the time left for the riverland farmland was only one season at most, and he must not waste time.

He got up and went to the window. The rain was still falling fiercely, and the rain kept hitting the window, making a crackling sound.

At the same time, the sun began to become dazzling, penetrating through the layers of dark clouds and casting a few rays of light.

He thought they would be able to set off soon. Perhaps...he should refer to Duke Green's suggestion and visit the lords who had not yet breached their castles along the way to Harrenhal to discuss purchasing food.

Although the sound of rain hitting the windows continued, the house was silent and dull, as if it was enveloped by an invisible pressure.

Earl Kevan stared out the window in ecstasy, feeling tired. Maybe he was really old. In the past...

Kevan just sighed for a while when a voice full of energy came from outside the door, which seemed to be Leah's voice.

Immediately afterwards, the fighting over there suddenly broke out, and the shouts and the sound of weapons clashing instantly broke the original calm.

What happened? !

Soon, there was sudden silence outside the door, and then... there was a loud bang, and the door to the room was slammed open.

A woman with dark skin and a strong body appeared first, followed by a woman with a long dark braid and a body full of weapons, and then... Leah? !

Their bodies were stained with blood. Although he was shocked, Kevan's face remained calm, and his hand quickly reached for the sword at his waist.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

The blond girl smiled slightly, but there was no warmth in her smile: "Please allow me to reintroduce you, you can call us——Sand Snakes."

Sand Snakes...Prince Oberyn's illegitimate daughter? How did they find this place? Who betrayed his whereabouts? !

"Don't look at it. We have sent your guards to meet the strangers a long time ago. Those red robes are quite difficult to deal with."

The Sand Snakes slowly drew out their slender daggers, their blades flashing with cold light.

"Kevan Lannister, the Sand Snakes' revenge has only just begun."

More female warriors covered in blood poured into the room, and they surrounded Kevan.

"For my father!"

Phew, the sound of slender metal poking into flesh was heard.

"For Princess Ilia!"

Phew!

"For Prince Aegon (Prince Rhaegar's youngest son)!"

With blood flowing from his body, Ser Kevan tried to fight back, but the power was flowing out of his body and his body was shaking uncontrollably.

"For Princess Rhaenys!"

"Cruel Lannister, Princess Rhaenys was stabbed fifty times by you. Today we only charge a little interest."

"Honorable Lord Lannister, please breathe slowly and let us stab you a few more times."

Phew!

Phew!

Phew!

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Being held up, Kevan's body trembled violently, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his lips moved slightly: "Duo...Na..., Lan...Sai..."

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The circular meeting room of the Kingsguard.

"Who is guarding the king?"

"Ser Mandon Moore and Ser Meryn Trant!"

"Can they protect His Majesty's integrity?"

"Defend to the death!"

Ser Jaime glanced at the people present and said, "Please take your seats, Kingsguards."

After everyone was seated, he glanced at the Kingsguard again: "I summoned you here today to announce two things. The first thing is that I will arrange for each of you to take turns leading troops to the Riverlands to annihilate them. Those bandits who are doing evil everywhere.”

Sir Osmund Kettleblack looked around and grinned: "Lord James, this seems to be my old skill. I beg you, let me set off first."

Young Ser Balon Swann (Green's archery champion when he participated in the tourney, Chapter 146), a strong man, also grinned, but said nothing.

"very good."

Sir James nodded and said: "Brothers of the Kingsguard, I hope you will remember that our duty is not only to protect the king, but when necessary, we must also take orders for the king."

Except for Sandor Clegane, who was as motionless as a stone sculpture, everyone else responded: "As you command, Captain!"

"The second thing is that every month, I will carefully select some people to challenge the Kingsguard here. I will inform you in advance that you have no right to refuse the challengers I arrange."

After a moment of silence, Sir Osmond laughed: "Is there a reward for winning?"

Sir Baron scratched his hair and said: "Sir, it is easy to get injured due to challenges. Will this...will it affect our duty to protect the king?"

James first looked at Osmond: "If you can defeat me one day, you will be the captain of the Kingsguard."

Then, he looked at Baron and said, "Are you worried about getting hurt?"

Under James' sharp gaze, Balon was a little nervous. He quickly shook his head: "I accept the challenge at any time and defeat all challengers beautifully to maintain the sacred honor of the Kingsguard!"

James withdrew his gaze from Balon this time, slowly looked around at everyone, and said loudly: "Always remember, everyone, the Kingsguard represent the most powerful knights in the Seven Kingdoms!"

Ser Osmund shrugged: "Lord Jaime, I will remember that honor is the highest reward of the Kingsguard."

Ser Balon looked at the lazy Osmond, turned to Jaime, and said, "Ser, may I challenge my brothers of the Kingsguard?"

"I am at your service, Ser Balon Swann."

"I'm not challenging you." Balon stood up, turned to the other person, and continued: "I want to challenge you, with a sharp sword, Sir Osmund Kettleblack!"

Osmond looked up at Baron, grinned, and spread his hands: "I'm always here for you, too."

At this time, the harsh voice of the hound suddenly sounded: "I don't have time to watch the clown's performance. Lord James, I want to take off my white robe."

Hearing this, everyone looked at the hound. James frowned and said, "You want to quit the Kingsguard?"

"Yes, you heard it right. The king I protect is dead. There is no reason for me to stay here."

Sir Osmond looked at the hunting dog and said with a smile: "If it is according to what you said, everyone here will have to take off their white robes immediately."

The tall body of the hound stood up from the chair with a slight stagger. He stared at Osmond. He patted the leg that had not yet healed (Chapter 362), and a hoarse voice sounded: "Kate Black, it can kick your ass at any time. ”

Osmond's face became stiff: "I will wait for you to recover from your injuries, and I will be waiting for you at any time?"

With a cold snort, the hound turned his attention to James again: "This is my own business and has nothing to do with you. If you are in trouble, you can also expel me directly, just like King Joffrey expelled Barristan Selmy. Jazz like that (Chapter 168)."

Ser Jaime rubbed his head with a headache and said: "Sandor Clegane, I want to tell you that you are a good knight... Kingsguard, you don't have to blame yourself for the death of King Joffrey."

Sandor took direct steps towards the door: "I won't wait long, Lord Lannister."

Sandor limped to the door, and just as he was about to open it, the door was suddenly pushed open by himself.

"Lord Sandor, did you come here specifically to greet me?"

Hearing the sound, Sir James looked over there in confusion. This seemed to be Green's voice? Why did he come here?

All the Kingsguard stood up and looked in the direction of the door.