The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

With a bang, the heavy cell door was tightly closed, making a dull echo.

Brother Lancel, who had a seven-pointed star tattooed on his forehead, stared blankly at Qburn who had just walked out of the cell, like a sculpture.

Behind him were a group of brown-robed monks with iron chains crossed on their chests and axes in their hands.

"The Archbishop is waiting for you." Lancel's voice was emotionless.

Qyburn nodded kindly: "Please lead the way, kid."

Afterwards, the group of people moved forward in silence. Cobain was accompanied by sparrows in front and behind him, and their footsteps echoed in the silent passage.

After descending the stairs, passing through the lighted hall with colored lead glass balls hanging from the ceiling, and passing through two doors, they arrived at their destination.

Here...the tall altars of the Seven Gods gather under a dome of glass, gold and crystal, looking solemn and solemn.

The High Sparrow now kneels under Heavenly Father (one of the Seven Gods) and prays devoutly.

After Lancel and others left, only Coburn was left waiting alone.

Time seemed to have frozen. I don’t know how long it had passed before the long sigh of the High Sparrow came to Coburn’s ears.

"The Seven Star Bible says: All sins will eventually be forgiven, but punishment must first be accepted."

The High Sparrow stood up slowly, turned to Qyburn with his wrinkled face, and said: "The people salute the lord, the lord salutes the king, and the king must salute the Seven Gods."

With cold eyes and gentle eyes contact, Cobain bowed and said calmly: "I'm just a doctor, Lord Archbishop."

The High Sparrow's cloudy eyes were filled with scrutiny as he said, "I heard the pitiful cries coming from the bottom floor of the cell in the Red Castle every night. I also heard you spending your time there every night."

Coburn's expression remained unchanged, with a faint smile always on his face: "If necessary, you can investigate me or judge me at any time."

After a period of silence, the High Sparrow suddenly said: "Is Her Majesty the Queen Mother willing to embark on the road of atonement?"

The two looked at each other again, and Qyburn was sure... the "ear" behind the wall had already conveyed what he heard in the cell to the High Sparrow before he arrived here.

He tapped his chin: "Of course, you don't have to doubt Her Majesty the Queen Mother's sincerity in repentance."

After a pause, Coburn added: "Can you guarantee her safety during the parade? At least tens of thousands of people will gather on that day."

"Of course, the 'Son of the Warrior' will protect His Majesty all the way."

That night.

Qyburn entered the Red Castle dungeon with a small box in his arms. After a while... Clayton's little butler Layton, wearing a cloak, walked out of the dungeon, and his figure quickly disappeared into the night.

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King's Landing.

In the chapel of Matus Rowan's mansion, candlelight flickered.

Margaery Tyrell stood there, her pupils narrowed slightly, and she said in disbelief: "Parade?"

Count Matus nodded slowly with a heavy face and said in a low voice: "I have confirmed the news. Cersei will walk back to the Red Keep from the Great Sept of Baelor with both feet to atone for her sin of adultery."

Margaery's fingers curled up slightly, and she whispered: "She will return to the Red Keep and to Tommen, right?"

Count Matus shook his head slightly, with a hint of comfort in his tone: "Miss Margaery, even if Cersei returns to the Red Keep, she can no longer pose a threat to you. She has been ruined after the parade, and her power This is the end of my career.”

Margaery walked to the window and quietly looked out the window at the starry night sky.

After a while, she murmured: "Is it better to live in humiliation than to die in pride..."

"King Tommen, Princess Myrcella." As he spoke, Count Matus came to Margaery's side and also looked at the deep night sky.

The night wind blew their hair, bringing a hint of coolness.

After a pause, Count Matus continued: "According to my speculation, Cersei should have been threatened by the High Sparrow."

He tilted his head and said, "Miss Margaery, the parade will severely damage the majesty of the royal family. If we still allow the High Sparrow to act, divine authority will eventually override royal authority. This is the true purpose of the church."

The fullness undulated slightly, Margery took a breath, and opened her rose lips lightly: "Yes, the arrangements behind it are very important."

She turned sideways and raised her eyes to look at the person beside her: "Lord Earl Matus, Tyrell needs your wisdom."

Margaery's elk eyes glowed with a faint glimmer of water, which made people feel affectionate.

Earl Matus said slowly: "The Duke of Green is leading a force of one hundred thousand soldiers and horses to come to King's Landing. Duke Metz's army must enter King's Landing first to control the situation here."

After a pause, he said solemnly: "In this way, in the follow-up... whether it is negotiation or war, Tyrell will have the advantage."

Margery's brown eyes moved slightly, Green Clay...

"I understand, I'll write right away."

After saying that, she raised her skirt and saluted him: "Thank you, Lord Matus Rowan."

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King's Road.

In order to express their loyalty, the soldiers and horses of Maiden Spring came out in almost all their numbers, led by Elano Morton, the daughter of the Earl of Maiden Fountain and the wife of Dick Crabbe and a pregnant woman.

Elano Mouton, surrounded by several knights from Maiden Spring, came to the foot of the horse and bowed deeply to Green who was sitting on the horse.

"Lord Green, Maidenpool is at your disposal."

Going south along the King's Road, Saltpan Town, Harroway Town... plus two thousand soldiers from Maiden Spring Town, Green's army, which was said to be 100,000 strong, now has more than 15,000 soldiers.

After the greeting, the army continued to move forward.

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During the long march, the sun shone on the dusty road.

A burst of rapid horse hoof sounds came from far away, and Sir Per Peli rode a tall horse and galloped over.

After approaching, he quickly turned over and dismounted and came to Green.

"Lord Green, urgent news from King's Landing."

Reaching out to take the letter, Green opened the wax seal sealed by the butler and began to read it, and then his brows frowned slightly.

After a pause, Green handed the letter in his hand to Sir Per, motioning him to read the contents of the letter as well.

Sir Per quickly finished reading the letter, first put it away, then nodded slightly to Green: "My lord, please give your orders."

Green looked in the direction of King's Landing. After a moment, he retracted his gaze and said: "You go and give my order to separate the infantry and cavalry. Per, I will take all the cavalry and set off first, rushing to King's Landing as quickly as possible, and you will follow with all the infantry."

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Near the Royal Forest, the temporary camp of the Tyrell army.

Jaime dreamed of Cersei laughing beside him. In the dream, they were still a boy and girl in Casterly Rock, and they were familiar with each other's every part...

Although he woke up from a beautiful dream, Jaime's heart seemed to be tightly shrouded by a thick haze that could not be erased.

Recalling the fragments in the dream, vague and disturbing...

Cersei...

Jaime sat up and rubbed his temples, but still could not dispel the lingering dull feeling.

Sighing, he just climbed out of bed when the latest order from the Duke of Mace suddenly came from outside the tent.

The whole army speeds up?

The Tyrell army broke camp at the foot of Storm's End. Their marching speed was slow, and sometimes Jaime even thought they were roaming in the storm.

What happened? !

Jaime picked up the white robe and walked out of the tent quickly, not knowing what he thought of.