The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

The lioness loves her children, maybe she loves Joffrey more, but she loves Tommen no less.

But………

Two sons...two kings...they were both bewitched by the little rose, and they all quarreled with their mothers over that woman.

The lioness felt a dull pain in her heart.

"Tommen, are you starting to question your mother?"

"No, mother, I doubt those nuns..."

"Obviously, you also suspect that they are hiding something from me. You have disappointed me, Tommen."

Hearing that his mother was disappointed with him, Tommen quickly explained: "Mom, I really didn't think that..."

A smile appeared on his mother's face that Tommen couldn't understand, and he couldn't help but tremble.

"What are you afraid of? A king is fearless, Tommen."

Tommen stood obediently, not daring to look at his mother, and began to sob quietly.

After looking at Tommen for a while, Cersei sighed, reached out and stroked his hair, and said: "King Tommen, I am your mother, you have no right to order me, do you understand?"

Tommen lowered his eyes, sniffed, and whispered: "I know, but..."

Cersei frowned: "But what?"

After a pause, Tommen took courage and looked at his mother: "I want to rescue Margaery. She told me that everyone must obey the king."

Cersei's fullness continued to rise and fall in the water, and she exhausted the last of her patience.

"Somebody come!"

With a bang, the bathroom door was pushed open, and two red-robed guards of the Lannister family strode in.

"Until you come of age, the kingdom will be ruled by me. Tommen, today I will give you another lesson. Let me tell you what real power is."

Cersei said coldly to the guard standing behind Tommen: "My son is not feeling well. Please take him to the dormitory to rest. No one is allowed to see him without my order, and he cannot summon anyone."

"Mom..." Tommen cried.

Tommen's weakness made the lioness even more angry: "Lions don't cry. If you shed tears again, I won't mind feeding you some sleeping wine."

After Tommen was carried away by two red robes, Lady Tanya's figure appeared at the door.

She closed the door gently, came to the bathtub, and comforted: "Oh, Your Majesty the Queen Mother, I think your son is just begging for his toys from his mother."

Splash--warm water flowed down Cersei's hair and thighs, and she climbed out of the bathtub.

Lady Tanya took Cersei's hand and kissed it, and said: "How terrible you are when you are angry. Oh, I pray that I will never offend you."

Tanya's tongue always made Cersei happy. She raised her chin slightly and said, "Everything I do is for my son."

Lady Tanya picked up the towel, gently wiped Cersei's body, and said, "Yes, the lioness is protecting her cub."

After hesitating for a moment, she added: "My queen mother, I am a little worried...Whether Margaery will ask for a trial by combat in the end to prove her innocence and honor."

Hearing Tanya's worries, a smile flashed across Cersei's lips: "It depends on the will of the gods. I will remind the High Sparrow about this."

The High Sparrow was so arrogant that he wanted to put the church above the royal family. How could he miss the good opportunity she gave him?

Cersei held her head high, waiting to use the High Sparrow to remove Little Rose's head, and the sword could be thrown away.

She is looking forward to the war between Rose and the Church.

…………

"Is it going to rain?"

In the flickering candlelight, Tanya and the maids dressed Cersei together. She wore a dark green strapless dress with gold lace, and emeralds sparkled on her fingers and blonde hair.

Cersei stood in front of the mirror and suddenly said: "I heard that the High Sparrow doesn't like women's fancy dress."

"Oh yes, he and the people who came to pray suggested changing into sober clothes."

Tanya shrugged and added, "But you are the Queen Regent."

Cersei curled her lips and looked at herself in the mirror with her chin raised.

The young woman foretold by the witch is about to be doomed, and I hope the old liar wails in hell.

If the prophecy is prevented, the rest of the prophecy will not come true.

No golden shroud………

No brother's poisonous hand......

She was finally free from Wu Ji's vicious curse.

A tear overflowed from the corner of his eye. If he had been more fearless, perhaps the lioness' eldest son would not have been killed.

Staring at Cersei in the mirror, she tells her that this is just the beginning of revenge and that she will use the blood of all the roses to soothe Joffrey's soul.

Using the action of lifting her hair to wipe away the tears, Cersei said coldly: "That's it."

…………

Cersei looked at the gray sky and stepped out of the gate of Mag Tower.

James once told her that the hardest part of leading an army into a war is before the war begins, when the bloodshed is waiting for it to happen.

She felt that today's weather really felt like a storm was coming.

Cersei had just sat down when the figure of the golden-robed commander-in-chief, Osfry Kettleblack, appeared outside the carriage window.

His worried voice came into the carriage: "Your Majesty the Queen Mother, someone reported that there was a gathering of people outside the Great Cathedral of Baelor."

Cersei frowned slightly: "People? What are they going to do?"

Sir Osfry shrugged slightly and replied: "It is said that they are calling Miss Margaery's name."

Hearing this, Cersei snorted coldly. These untouchables were really presumptuous, standing up for their little pet Margaery.

"How many people are there?"

"There are more than a hundred people, and their purpose is to make the High Septon release Little Rose."

After a pause, Sir Osfried asked Cersei: "Do we need to send the gold cloaks to disperse them?"

Shaking her head slightly, Cersei's tone became relaxed: "Don't worry about them, the High Sparrow is only willing to listen to the voice of the gods, and the people can't shake him."

The High Sparrow wore the crystal crown with the support of the mob, but now he has become the target of the mob's roar.

She smiled sarcastically, who asked the High Sparrow to sell the High Septon's crown so quickly.

"The church now has its own knights, and they can take care of themselves. Also, convey my order to immediately close the seven gates of King's Landing. Before the church's trial is over, no one can enter or leave King's Landing without my permission."

After a pause, Cersei gave another order: "Oh, I almost forgot, you send someone to tell Oren to let the royal fleet block the docks and be alert to strange ships and people."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

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Cersei got off the carriage in front of the statue of "Blessed Baelor". Surrounded by the Kingsguard, red robes and gold robes, she moved towards the direction of the white marble stairs.

Cersei was satisfied to find that under her governance, the messy bones and garbage on the marble square had been cleared away, which was only a small achievement of the lioness's rule.

Afterwards, she also found the mob mentioned by Osforley. Their number was not as large as the sparrows before, nor were they as unbridled as sparrows.

The mob stood in small groups, blocking the door of the Great Sept and shouting, and several gray-robed monks held long wooden sticks to block them.

When Cersei's team approached, no one blocked them, and the mob and monks all stood aside.

The others stayed outside and waited, and Cersei took two maids into the Great Sept of Baelor.

After entering, Cersei and others met three knights in the Hall of Lights, all wearing rainbow-striped cloaks of the Sons of Warriors.

"Where is the High Sept?"

"The High Sept is waiting for you. I am the 'real' Sir Theodore, formerly known as Sir Theodore Wells. Please allow me to lead the way for you."

As before, the High Sparrow knelt in front of the altar of the gods, this time he prayed to the statue of the Father.

The arrival of the Queen Regent did not interfere with the High Sparrow's prayers, until she became impatient, and he slowly stood up.

The High Sparrow bowed to Cersei and said, "Your Majesty, today is a sad day."

"Very sad."

Cersei answered casually, and then said, "I hope to visit Margaery."

The High Sparrow said gently, "As you wish... but you may not be able to talk to her."

Cersei raised her eyebrows with pleasure, but her voice was angry: "High Bishop, don't tell me that you hurt her. Before the trial, she was still my son's fiancée and the future queen of the Seven Kingdoms."

Facing Cersei's questioning, the High Sparrow's voice was still calm: "Under the gaze of the Seven Gods, no one will hurt her. She became more pious. She prayed in front of the old woman (one of the Seven Gods, representing wisdom) for a day and a night, and she has not woken up yet."

What a weak little sheep.

However, Margaery has a lot of tricks...

Cersei almost laughed out loud. She prayed so hard, did she want to become a nun and escape the trial?

She said coldly: "Besides me, my son is also watching her. I just need to make sure she is safe."

Margaery Tyrell was imprisoned on the top of a tall tower in the Great Sept. The cell was very small, so small that it could only accommodate a straw bunk bed and a chair for prayer.

The only window was about the size of an arrow hole, on which was placed a large water pitcher, a copy of the Seven Star Bible and a candle.

Standing outside, Cersei looked inside through the small window of the cell door.

Margaery was unconscious on the dirty bed like a dead person, her hair was tangled together, and she was only wearing a rough nun's robe. She was barefoot, and her feet were covered with dirt.

This was a beautiful scene that Cersei had only seen in her dreams. The only missing part was that she could not hear Margaery's pleading and crying.

Although continuing to appreciate it would make her feel more cheerful, Cersei did not stay for long.

These were just appetizers. The lioness would give her real despair, and that scene was what she was looking forward to.

Four wrinkled old septas escorted the queen down the tower steps to a long corridor lit by flickering torches.

The High Sparrow waited for Cersei in a small, heptagonal room with simple décor and faces of the Seven carved into the bare stone walls.

"Your Majesty, you seem relieved."

Cersei sat down gently: "Well, Margaery looks fine."

The High Sparrow smiled kindly and said: "All mortals are guilty, and so am I, until I was forgiven by the gods..."

His eyes were deep: "But the premise of forgiveness is repentance, and Margaery Tyrell is willing to pray devoutly, but she is unwilling to confess to the Seven Gods."

Cersei responded to the High Sparrow perfunctorily: "Maybe she is innocent."

The High Sparrow shook his head affirmatively: "She is not, the holy nun checked her body, and her virginity is gone. Many witnesses confessed and swore to the Seven Gods... She drank moon tea, and she had pleasure with many men, both rich and poor."

Cersei couldn't help but flash a hint of pride on her face, and sighed: "The truth is always so cruel..."

She buried her face in her hands, looking sad: "It's such a sad day. She is the king's fiancée. I feel sad for the Seven Kingdoms and my son."

When she looked up again, there were crystal tears in her eyes: "Although I am very sad, I think if my son were here, he would definitely be grateful to you. For the sake of the seven kingdoms and seven gods, and for the king, you and I, we Let’s end this as soon as possible.”

The High Sparrow nodded: "As you wish."

Cersei stood up slowly: "Then I have to rush back to the Red Keep. Please allow me to take away the penitent, Osney Kettleblack. The Royal Council will interrogate him in person and hear his accusations against Margaery."

"No." Surprisingly...the High Sparrow flatly rejected Cersei's proposal.

Cersei was startled for a moment. She blinked and made sure she heard correctly.

After a moment of solemn silence, she forced out her voice coldly: "I guarantee you Sir Osney's safety."

The High Sparrow shook his head again: "Maybe you should meet him."

At his signal, four old nuns carried a half-dead naked man in and then retreated.

After seeing clearly, Cersei's pupils suddenly shrank.

Is this Osney? It was obvious that he had been severely whipped, his flesh and blood were all bruised, and his body was covered with dense, criss-crossing scars.

The lioness said in disbelief: "High Sparrow, you actually treat him like this?!"

She was furious: "Osney voluntarily came to you to confess, but you tortured him?!"

"Your Majesty, the sparrow seeks the truth in the most humble way."

The High Sparrow seemed to be praying: "If you don't experience pain, there is no point in repenting. When I whip myself, it is when I feel closest to the gods. However, my deepest sins are far less dark than him."

Cersei stared at the High Sparrow and gritted her teeth: "The church preaches the mercy of the Virgin..."

The High Sparrow smiled slightly and interrupted: "Your Majesty, what surprises us is...the more persistent the torture, the stranger Sir Osney's confession became. Until now, he insists that he has never touched Over Margaery Tyrell."

He said to Osney who was lying on the ground: "Is that so, Osney Kettleblack?"

Hearing the call, Osney slowly opened his eyelids. When he saw Cersei, he licked his swollen lips and said hoarsely: "The Great Wall... you promise to let me go to the Great Wall..."

Suddenly, Cersei's eyes flashed with panic. How dare Osney betray her? !

Her clear blue eyes moved slightly, she took a step back, distanced herself from Osney, and then announced: "He has gone crazy. It was you who drove him crazy. I think you should take the initiative to confess to me and the Imperial Council." ', the big sparrow!"