The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Her voice echoed in the empty room: "If necessary, I will directly declare to the Seven Kingdoms that Martell is the murderer of Kevan Lannister, or on this condition... let Prince Doran carry The heir comes to King's Landing to show his loyalty to my son."

James folded his hands on his chest, with a sarcastic look on his face, and said: "My wise sister, you must at least convince others to believe your words, right? The power of the regent is not a reason for you to be unscrupulous, and your tongue is not the kingdom. of the law.”

Anger flashed in Cersei's eyes, and her voice rose a bit: "You are indeed stupid, and I am not a fool. Don't you understand what I mean? I want to use my uncle's affairs to avenge him, and kill the old lion by the way. The mess left for me!”

James couldn't help but sneer, and the sarcasm on his face deepened: "Use? Yes, I am the fool. Which corridor in Maggot's Tower were you in last night? Your reason is to take advantage of Osmund Kettleblack, regardless of the occasion. Is he worthy of being used by my good sister? If so, please allow me to sympathize with the Duke and not mention his past achievements... He just helped you win the power of the Imperial Council a few days ago."

Cersei stared at Jaime silently, the anger in her eyes seeming to consume him. After he finished speaking, time seemed to freeze for a short while, and a slight curve suddenly appeared on her lips, and she leaned towards him.

James clearly saw the huge curves and a patch of white flowers. He and she looked at each other at a distance of more than a hand, and the air seemed to become hot.

Her soft voice reached James's ears, filled with some kind of temptation: "You are not feeling sorry for Green, I can feel your jealousy, because I allowed others to climb into what was once only yours." Bed?"

James's breathing became heavy for a moment, but he soon regained his composure. His face quickly turned to the other side and said coldly: "Cersei, we are already over. I am not interested in who you go to bed with."

He seemed to be completely freezing the past between the two, but the smile on Cersei's face did not diminish. She straightened up and said: "My Jaime, you plan to guard the door again and protect me all night long. The sound of joy?"

She took off her hairnet and placed it on the bedpost, then elegantly shook her golden curls. Her hair poured down like a waterfall, and the golden light was particularly dazzling under the candlelight.

"I've been waiting for you to come back, James."

Then... She leaned forward again, staring at him closely, her seductive red lips parted lightly: "You are ignoring me because you know that I will always miss you and always want you?"

As she spoke, the lioness's claws crawled down his belly and pulled out skillfully. He felt a familiar chill.

The lioness dwarfed over, and with a clang... the chair fell onto the stone floor, and James was forced to stand up and retreat in a panic.

James gritted his teeth and said: "Cersei, this is the White Sword Tower of the Kingsguard!"

"Isn't that just right?" There was anger in the bright green eyes of the lioness. She came closer again and hurriedly opened James' coat, and her breathing became rapid.

James quickly pushed Cersei away: "Don't forget, it was you who ordered me to put on the white robe again."

Cersei shook her head, her long curly hair rippling like golden waves around her white shoulders.

"You forgot, James, that you always accompany me in a white robe."

James adjusted his coat, his lips trembled slightly, and he said slowly: "I woke up from a sweet dream, Your Majesty the Queen Mother, and now I just want to save some of my terrible life."

Cersei raised her eyes and stared at James for a while before standing up. She patted her white skirt and said coldly: "I was so stupid to come to you... It was you who betrayed my love! It was you. !”

Her mouth twisted in annoyance: "You! You! You!"

James stepped back again, then stood still, closed his eyelids, and let the lioness roar. Although he doesn't show it on the face, his heart is full of contradictions and pain. The love he once had has now become so unbearable.

After venting her anger, the lioness showed an unusual calmness. She raised her hair, her movements were graceful but a bit indifferent.

"The old lion's biggest regret is that he doesn't have a real son. I could have been his satisfactory heir, but unfortunately I didn't have a son."

She grabbed the hairnet from the bedpost. "Speaking of it, Sir, I have to remind you that it's still hanging out of your trousers. It's shriveled and small."

Before leaving, she smiled at him: "Jaime Lannister, I wish you will be alone all your life on a cold white bed until you rot."

There was a heavy slamming of the door, and James glanced down, then stretched out his hand to straighten his pants.

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The next morning, the sun was shining brightly.

In the Garden of the Maiden, Maego Tyrell and other rose maids accompanied Tommen Baratheon and played a game of chase on the grass, laughing one after another.

Under the pavilion in the garden, Margaery was wearing a green strapless skirt. The fabric of the skirt was as smooth as silk and fit her graceful figure, showing off her graceful curves just right.

Compared with the usual girlish sweetness, the dress at this time makes the little rose of Gaoting show more of the temptation of a woman.

Tommen's eyes occasionally moved away from the play, and every time they met Margaery's eyes, she would smile with a smile like a summer's day, responding to him tenderly.

"My Margaery."

Mrs. Olenna staggered to her side, and her cloudy eyes followed her granddaughter's gaze. She paused for a moment and said: "Your little fiancé is very happy. You have done a good job. Now...time is on your side." This side.”

She withdrew her gaze and looked at Margaery carefully. Her eyes were filled with relief: "Our roses are really charming... Come and sit with me... If I were as beautiful as you, your grandfather would definitely not Dare to indulge in hunting and end up falling off a cliff with the horse.”

"Grandma~"

Margaery took Lady Olenna's arm and walked slowly toward the bench.

After sitting down, Margaery handed Mrs. Olenna a cup of tea. After she took a sip, she said, "Grandma, can I use that information?"

"That slut's sound?"

Mrs. Olenna's gaze was profound. She looked at the running figure of the little king and continued: "My Margaery, it is up to you to decide when and how to use it."

She patted the back of Margaery's white hand with her wrinkled hands: "You are the Rose of King's Landing, and the future of the Rose family is entrusted to you."

"I will remember your teachings."

Margery's other hand grabbed the back of her grandmother's hand, her eyes full of dependence and reluctance: "Grandma, can't you stay a little longer?"

"I've had enough of the smell of shit and urine. If I stay here any longer, I will be suffocated to death by the smell sooner or later. The old woman wants to live a few more years to see if the heir to the Iron Throne born to my granddaughter inherits her mother's wisdom. "

Lady Olenna's tone suddenly changed and she said angrily: "Don't worry, in the next few years...your grandmother will pray devoutly every day, asking the gods not to let your child inherit the Duke of Highgarden's boar head."

Margaery, who had red eyes, couldn't help but chuckle: "I believe that my father will definitely conquer Storm's End this time and become famous in the Seven Kingdoms."

Lady Olenna snorted and said, "If fifty thousand troops cannot defeat Storm's End Castle with only a few hundred defenders left, then he will truly become famous in the Seven Kingdoms."

After a pause, she snorted again: "He is stupid and greedy. In order to take the honor of conquering Storm's End alone, my stupid son has ordered Lord Matus and the Redwyne fleet to stay in King's Landing. "

After a pause, Mrs. Olenna stared at her granddaughter and said in a serious tone: "Tomorrow, Garland will also leave with me. When he becomes the Earl of Brightwater City... Before returning to the Red Castle to serve as your guard captain, my left and right hand guards (Chapter 120) will lead the green robes to be responsible for your safety. Moreover, before I came to find you, I had summoned Earl Matus and Earl Paxter (the head of the Redwin family), and they will be at your disposal. ”

"Grandma, thank you for everything you have done for me." Margaery leaned her little face gently on Mrs. Olenna's thin shoulder, her voice was full of gratitude and attachment.

Lady Olenna patted Margaery kindly: "In order to make that slut believe that she won the victory she thought she had at the Royal Council, the drama in the Rose family needs to be performed well. Naturally, I, an old woman, cannot stay here to hinder her. s eyes."

After a pause, she continued: "With that slut's desire for power, she will soon be entangled in tedious government affairs. This is your chance. When she comes to her senses, her son is no longer who she thought he was. A well-behaved son, but a king who can distinguish honor and disgrace on his own, and even... he will feel the shame of his mother's behavior, do you understand, my Margaery? "

Margaery nodded gently on her grandmother's shoulder: "I understand, grandmother, I will become the two most important women in Tommen's life."

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"Left, left, right, up, left, down, right, right, left..."

On the training grounds of Winterfell, the sound of wooden swords clashing with each other continued.

The tip of the training sword in Arya Stark's hand stopped in front of Syrio Forel's thigh and said: "Water Dancer, you are about to fall."

Arya imitated her own tone, and Syrio smiled gracefully. He slightly moved the training sword next to her neck and said, "Yes, I will fall, but you will die, girl."

Arya's little face puffed up and she said, "Syrio, you will fall first. I will be faster than you this time."

Syrio grinned and said in an unhurried voice: "Yes, you are faster than me, but your arms are shorter than mine. My sword will hit your neck first, stubborn girl."

Arya grimaced: "Huh, I'll grow up soon."

Syrio put away his sword and retreated: "You can be faster, as fast as a deer, and as fast as a snake..."