The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Sandor Clegane glanced at Green standing outside the door, paused, then stretched his long legs and got out of the way.

Green stepped forward, past the hounds, and entered the solemn Kingsguard conference room. He casually glanced at the people standing around the conference table and said, "Sir James, please forgive my presumptuous interruption."

Glancing at the dozen or so blue robes surrounding Green, James frowned, his intuition ringing in his mind like an alarm bell, telling him... something unpleasant would probably happen today.

With a flick of his snow-white cloak, James left the conference table, walked upright in front of Green, and said: "Your Majesty, if you need my services, maybe you can send someone to summon me instead of summoning me in such a sudden way. Way."

"Today is a special situation."

Green tilted his head slightly, turned his eyes to the other Kingsguards in the direction behind James, and said: "According to tradition, the Kingsguards swear an oath to keep the secrets of the king and the royal family. Can they really do it?"

Jaime frowned and answered for his brothers in the Kingsguard: "Of course."

Green nodded: "In that case...can you please forget that I was here today and ask them to leave here, except for the Captain of the Kingsguard and...Ser Osmund Kettleblack."

James looked back. Although Osmond looked as casual as usual, he could not hide the panic on his face.

After a pause, he looked over again and said in a serious tone: "Green, this is the White Sword Tower. You should know what it represents."

"I know what I'm doing, ser."

James stared at Green for a while, turned his head and said, "Everyone, today's meeting is over. Please continue to perform your duties of protecting the king."

After the captain's words fell, the Kingsguard took steps forward, and the blue robes also turned away under Green's gesture.

"Sir Kate Black."

Hearing Green's call, Sir Osmond stopped as everyone left, paused, turned sideways, stroked his chest, grinned slightly stiffly, and said: "Duke Kleb. "

Not long after, the door was closed tightly, and Green, James, and Osmond were left in the pure white room.

Green waved, and Osmond hesitated for a moment, then walked over: "If there is anything I need to help you with, please..."

As soon as Osmond got close, he hit the ground... Green's fist suddenly hit him in the face. He didn't even have time to feel the pain. He only felt that his eyes went dark for a moment, then he staggered two steps and fell directly to the ground.

"Green, what are you doing?"

Ignoring James' slow voice, Green took two steps and looked down at Osmond, whose face was covered in blood: "Someone reported to me that you performed your duties on the Queen Regent's bed last night?"

As the voice fell, Sir James' hand that was about to stop Green suddenly froze, and his whole body seemed to be frozen in place.

Severe pain finally hit him like a tide. Osmond tried several times but failed to get up. It seemed that Green's punch caused him to temporarily lose control of his body.

The brown deerskin boots in front of him were shaking up and down, and he coughed out a mouthful of bloody phlegm with difficulty, and said intermittently: "False accusation... I want to see... the Queen Mother..."

"False accusation?" Green bent down and pulled out Osmond's sword with a bang.

Green opened the polished silver armor shield under Osmond's abdomen, then stood up and kicked Osmond, who was lying on the ground, spreading his legs.

Seeing this, James suddenly came back to his senses and shouted in shock: "Stop..."

The cold light flashed past, and blood suddenly dripped between Osmond's legs. He screamed in agony, and his whole body was twitching violently, as if he was undergoing the most cruel torture in the world.

"Green! Osmund is a member of the Kingsguard. Only the king can judge, you have no right to deal with it!"

Green looked at James coldly and corrected: "He is the male favorite who climbed onto the Queen Mother's bed."

Choking, the long sword stained with blood was thrown aside. Green took out a square towel and wiped his hands, and then said: "White Knight, are you planning to investigate? What are you going to do? Let Queen Cersei Confront Osmund Kettleblack in front of Tommen and the Council?"

He looked at Osmund, who had fainted, and said, "Restoring the Kingsguard to its former glory is not just talk. If it were before... please recall how Jaehaerys I punished Lukamer Strong. of."

Lukamer Strong was the Kingsguard of King Jaehaerys. He secretly married three wives and had numerous children. After being exposed, he was castrated and exiled to the Great Wall.

Green added: "Of course, Kate Black is bolder than the lecherous Lukamer."

Putting away the handkerchief, Green glanced at James, who was standing motionless, and said, "The rest is up to you, Captain of the Kingsguard."

Green took a few steps, and James's voice suddenly came from behind: "How did you know?"

Green did not stop: "It wasn't the dormitory, it was the corridor. It made a lot of noise, and many people heard it."

He stopped in front of the door: "Don't worry, this will become a rumor. Also, don't be grateful to me, White Knight."

The door to the conference room was opened by the blue robe guarding the outside, and Green's figure disappeared from James' sight.

The "White Book" that records the history of each Kingsguard lay quietly in the middle of the table, and the low groan of pain made James look away.

His hand tightly grasped the hilt of the sword on his waist, his knuckles turned white, and veins bulged on the back of his hand.

Looking at the white slate stained red with blood, James used the greatest perseverance in his life to resist the urge to poke the tip of the sword into Osmond's neck.

What should he do with this man on the ground? The white knight's heart of honor was once again aroused by Green.

After thinking about it seriously, he realized that if he didn't find a doctor to deal with Osmond's wounds, he wouldn't have to continue to suffer.

His chest rose and fell greatly, and James' knightly heart finally suppressed the rage raging in his heart.

This kind of injury... Ordinary doctors may not be able to handle it. He thought of the kind doctor who had treated his arm.

In the name of the captain of the Kingsguard, Jaime called the red robes to blockade the White Sword Tower, and sent for Qyburn, who had surrendered to Cersei.

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Outside the gate of the Red Fort.

Green raised his eyebrows: "Dozens of stabs?"

Sir Jeffrey (one of the captains of the Survey Corps) nodded and said: "Yes, his body has been discovered. I thought that the Red Fort would receive specific news in the evening."

Green frowned slightly. Kevan was a very cautious person. Although the Sand Snakes made a surprise attack, they actually killed him so smoothly. Could it be... He couldn't help but think of the curse of Harrenhal,

Counting Kevan, so far - every master of Harrenhal has really had a bad end.

Harrenhal...Trident River...God's Eye Lake...While Green was thinking, Brienne quietly put a cloak embroidered with swamp marigolds on him.

"Thank you, Ser Brienne."

The cautious Grimm Lord was prepared to believe that Harrenhal would curse each of its new owners, and in that case... he should be more flexible.

Green got on his horse, sat on the saddle and looked at the majestic Red Castle for a while, then kicked his spurs and rode away, followed closely by the blue-robed guards.

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At night, James, who was quite drunk, walked up the spiral staircase of the White Sword Tower. In the quiet tower, the only sound was his own footsteps.

Pushing open the bedroom door, James was suddenly stunned when he walked in. He actually saw Cersei's graceful figure.

He initially thought it was a drunken hallucination, but it wasn't.

Cersei is all in white, the same color as the curtains by the window. The top of her dress is cut very low, exposing her shoulders and half of her breasts.

She was standing in front of the window at the moment, looking into the distance. The boundless wind blew from the bay, rolling up her dress and clinging to her body.

She was so beautiful... Then James laughed at his racing heartbeat.

As soon as Jaime closed the door, Cersei's cold voice came over: "Jaime, I thought you would be crying in the bedroom over the death of your uncle."

Jaime took off his white cloak, hung it on a hook on the wall, and said, "Cersei, I thought you would celebrate Green's leaving without saying goodbye in the bedroom."

"...Don't be too smart. Green left King's Landing with my permission."

James found a chair and sat down, looking at the hazy graceful figure, and said: "Green cut off Osmond's penis in front of me. I saw it with my own eyes. Although he didn't show it...but I I feel like he is quite angry. It seems that my sister’s beauty is not as useful as it used to be.”

"You seem to be in a good mood?"

James stretched, and the sadness on his face flashed away: "Father, followed by uncle... Maybe my heart has no room for more sadness, since my heart does not allow me to cry. It seems that I have no choice but to make myself as happy as possible, my good sister.”

Cersei closed the window, turned around and looked over, her green eyes seemed to be shining: "If uncle is willing to serve me, he will not be assassinated, but will sit on the prime minister's chair and serve the kingdom."

James sighed secretly and said, "I will find the murderer and avenge my uncle."

Cersei responded with a contemptuous snort: "Didn't you also see your uncle's body? The person who hates Lannister so much...who else could it be? Haven't you guessed who it is?"

"Guess?"

Cersei approached: "Rhaegar's wife and children, who killed the Red Viper not long ago, and who let the murderer of the Red Viper go? So, who else do you think the person who assassinated my uncle... ?”

James looked solemnly and said: "The Martell family?"

Cersei paused in front of James: "You are not too stupid. Today's Martell must be dreaming about revenge against Lannister. I must let them understand that Lannister must pay its debts." ”

James raised his eyes, frowned, and said: "Cersei, this is just your guess. I will go there early tomorrow morning..."

Before he could finish, Cersei's voice rose slightly and interrupted: "Stop being childish. Starting tomorrow, everyone will be watching how Lannister will fight back."