The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

When Jaime Lannister found the Duke of Mace, he was ready to go. His gold armor with rose patterns on his body shone golden in the morning light, and he looked majestic.

Under the vigilant eyes of the Tyrell green-robed guards, Sir James raised his feet and came to the Duke of Mace.

"The Duke of Metz."

The Duke of Metz waved his hand and signaled the green robes to retreat and guard.

Then he glanced at James, touched his beard, and said: "White Knight, you still have time to have breakfast."

James looked at the Duke of Metz with his green eyes and said bluntly: "If you allow me, can you tell me what happened?"

Duke Metz's face was a little complicated. He sighed and said, "You would have known it a long time ago, and I have no intention of hiding it. Your sister... the church plans to arrange for Cersei to parade in King's Landing."

Hearing this, James' pupils shrank suddenly and he said in disbelief: "Parade?!"

The Duke of Metz stroked his beard: "The church is too chaotic, which is likely to cause the Seven Kingdoms to fall into chaos again. I must return to the Red Castle as soon as possible to assist the king in stabilizing the situation."

How dare they force Cersei to march? !

He decided not to love her anymore, let alone interfere with her affairs, but she still existed in his heart... and she was his sister, she was a Lannister.

Although Cersei betrayed his love, he absolutely couldn't watch her being insulted!

He thought of Messenger Cobain (Chapter 458) who was directly dismissed by him with cold words... Regret, anxiety, anger, etc... In an instant, various emotions were intertwined together.

The Duke of Mace was looking forward to the bright future of the Seven Kingdoms, but he saw that James suddenly turned into a lion that could burst into anger at any time. This made him... Although he didn't show it on his face, he was still a little startled.

At the same time, he can also understand some of James's feelings at the moment.

Although the Duke of Metz hates Cersei, he cannot insult that woman like this. The biggest punishment he can think of is... to expel her from the Seven Kingdoms.

James's eyes were filled with fine bloodshot eyes: "Duke Metz, time..."

The Duke of Metz was startled for a moment, touched his beard and said, "It's the day after tomorrow."

As he spoke, he shook his head helplessly: "Unfortunately, given the time... it is very likely that my army will not be able to stop Cersei's march. The High Sparrow is too crazy."

A big hand patted James' shoulder, and he added: "When I arrive in King's Landing, I will immediately convene a royal meeting to discuss how to deal with the High Sparrow, and will properly settle your sister."

"grateful………"

Sir James put his right hand on his chest: "Duke of Metz, please allow me to go ahead."

After saying that, without waiting for the Duke of Metz's response, Sir James turned around and strode away with a flick of his snow-white cloak.

The Duke of Mace has guessed that James is planning to rush to King's Landing with the red robe cavalry... Although he sympathizes with the tragedy that Cersei is about to suffer, the hatred between Tyrell and Lannister still exists. It was his greatest kindness not to choose to push for it secretly.

But I thought about it again...

The Duke of Metz waved his hand and ordered his attendant: "Follow me and take a look. If Sir James lacks anything, make it up for him."

Regardless of whether Jaime can stop Cersei's march, she is destined to be the loser in this power game. In the future, the Lannister family...it can be said that only Sir Jaime is left.

The conflict between the church and the Lannister is inevitable. A little kindness given now will make it easier for him to calm down the chaos in King's Landing...

Then, the Duke of Metz couldn't help but feel proud of his daughter. Although the lioness was ferocious, Little Rose easily locked her into the lion's cage.

Once his army arrives, the rose of King's Landing will never wither.

but………

Green is still a variable. If he chooses to join forces with James, it will be very detrimental to Tyrell.

The Duke of Metz, who frowned, took the wine glass handed by the attendant and took a sip of the cool summer red.

As long as he could get the power to regent the Seven Kingdoms, he wouldn't mind giving Green a big piece of cake...

Alas, it would be nice if he had more daughters.

The Duke of Metz returned the wine glass to the attendant. There will be a lot of negotiations ahead. If he takes control of King's Landing first, he will be in a favorable position.

"Are you all ready?"

"Your Majesty the Duke, the army can set off at any time."

"Send my order. If you arrive at King's Landing early, your reward will be doubled!"

Then, before mounting his horse and setting off, the Duke of Mace looked regretfully in the direction of Storm's End just like he did yesterday, the day before yesterday, and a few days ago.

"Set off!"

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The next night, at the king's door in King's Landing.

Ser Jaime Lannister looked particularly tired in the dim moonlight. Because of riding day and night, his body seemed to feel like it would fall apart at any time, and every muscle was aching.

Relying on the tenacious will that he has trained over the years and his love for Cersei, he was able to still sit firmly on the saddle after stopping the horse and did not fall down in embarrassment.

The Lion's Roaring Banner and the Kingsguard Banner were flying, and a man in red robes shouted to the top of the city gate: "Lord Jaime Lannister has arrived!"

"Golden robe opens the city gate!"

Above the city gate, I could vaguely see torches moving back and forth.

After a while, there was a response: "The Queen Mother Regent has an order! No one is allowed to enter or leave King's Landing without the permission of the Royal Council (Chapter 450)!"

James clenched his fist and lightly kicked the horse's belly, causing the horse beneath him to make a low neigh.

He rode forward and shouted: "I am the captain of the Kingsguard. According to the laws of the kingdom, no one can stop the Kingsguard from entering King's Landing!"

He raised his voice: "Those who stop him are traitors to the kingdom!"

In the largest room on the wall, the captain of the King's Gate, Sir Ross Raggedett (Chapter 402), was standing in front of a full-length mirror, looking left and right... himself in the mirror wearing new armor.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from far away, and the adjutant of the King's Gate hurried in.

"Sir, Lannister warned us that blocking the Kingsguard is treason!"

Sir Ross sneered, his eyes were still looking at himself in the mirror, and he didn't take Jaime's warning to heart at all.

"Don't worry about him, we are following the order of the Queen Regent."

He turned around, faced his adjutant, raised his head, and said, "How is it?"

The adjutant paused slightly, and said with a slightly exaggerated expression: "You will fascinate all the women in King's Landing."

Sir Ross laughed: "That's not important. What's important is to let Duke Green see the loyalty and bravery of the Lagate family."

He walked over and patted the adjutant's arm, and said: "Tomorrow morning, I will go to the Gate of the Gods with other captains to welcome Duke Green to show the unchanging loyalty of the golden cloak. This is up to you, remember, keep the city gates closed."

Although more than half a year has passed, the King's Gate adjutant still clearly remembers the scene when Duke Green said his name and encouraged him. That scene seemed to be engraved in his mind.

He straightened his chest and said excitedly: "Yes, sir!"

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This time, James and others waited longer before a response came from the city wall.

"No one may enter or leave King's Landing without the permission of the Imperial Council. This is the order of the Queen Regent!"

After the voice fell, several crossbowmen appeared on the city gate.

The warhorse seemed to feel the anger of its master. It snorted and dug its hooves on the ground.

"Retreat! Otherwise, you will be shot by arrows!"

"Warning! Retreat immediately!"

Jaime tightly grasped the reins. A wall separated him... The feeling of being isolated and helpless suddenly came.

If my father were still alive... This thought just came to Jaime's mind and he immediately threw it away. He didn't have time to "feel" here. He had to find a way to get into the city as soon as possible!

A red-robed man rode up and said, "Lord Jaime, maybe we can go to the Mud Gate to have a look."

Another red-robed man echoed, "If they are unwilling to let us go, we can find those smugglers. They may have a way to bring us in."

"Let's go!"

Sir Jaime kicked his spurs and rode away first, followed by dozens of red-robed cavalrymen.

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On the last night before the parade, Cersei Lannister was sleepless again.

Although the High Sparrow assured her of safety, she always remembered the King's Landing riot she had experienced.

The old and fat High Septon was torn to pieces by the mob………

Unable to sleep, Cersei paced restlessly in the cell, and she kept telling herself… Tomorrow, she would only need to walk a few steps and she could return to Maegor's Tower and hold Tommen and Myrcella in her arms.

She is the Lannister lioness, the true heir of the old lion!

A glimmer of light began to appear in the sky, a sign that dawn was approaching, and Cersei knew that the parade was coming.

She whispered: "Only my self-esteem will be hurt… No one dares to hurt me…"

Soon, the cell door was pushed open.

Sister Unia appeared with four young nuns and two old silent sisters. They brought a small piece of soap, a basin of hot water, a pair of large scissors and a long straight razor.

Yes, she had to shave before the parade.

The High Sparrow told Cersei that she had to show herself as the gods created her, so that she could embark on the road of atonement and usher in a new life.

She is the lion of Casterly Rock…

Cersei sat on the chair, closed her eyes, and said, "Do it."

The Silent Sisters were skilled in their movements. They often had to take care of corpses, and shaving and haircuts were just one of them.

With a click, the Silent Sisters quickly shaved off the Queen Mother's hair. The tangled golden hair fell to the ground, and Cersei sat quietly like a stone statue.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning brushed across the window, and Cersei opened her eyes slightly.

Even though she hadn't washed it for a long time, her hair still shone in the sun, like a king's crown.

When Cersei thought it was over, Sister Unia's cold voice came over: "Please take off your skirt, Your Majesty."

Cersei's body trembled slightly: "Why?"

Sister Unia approached: "You must shave all your hair, just like when you were born."

The thumb pinched the index finger, and before Unia and others took action, Cersei suddenly pulled the skirt over her head and threw it on the ground.

She would not give them a chance to hear her begging... She would be able to go back soon... Everyone in this room would not only shave their hair, but also order Qyburn to peel their skins alive.

The lioness's legs were spread open by the Silent Sisters, and then hot water, soap and razors were used.

When shaving between her legs, Cersei recalled Jaime's kiss, his kiss was always so warm, and the razor was so cold.

After finishing, a young nun put a soft white nun's robe on Cersei.

Cersei pulled the clothes tight to warm her fragile body without even a little hair to cover it.

"Let's go." Cersei took the initiative. Her son and daughter were waiting for her in the Red Keep. The sooner the parade ended, the sooner she could see them.

Dang~~~dang~~~dang~~~

Cersei's bare feet pattered on the cold marble floor. Under the gaze of the statues of the Seven Gods, she walked through the hall where the old lion once rested, and then walked out of the Great Sept.

Dang~~~dang~~~dang~~~

The melodious bells fell from the sky again, as if summoning the entire city to witness Cersei's shame.

When Cersei's figure appeared, the noise suddenly fell into silence. Under the marble steps outside the gate, a group of warrior sons wearing rainbow cloaks were waiting for Cersei's arrival.

Their captain stepped forward and knelt at Cersei's bare feet, saying, "My Lord Bishop ordered me to guard you. My brothers and I will protect you safely through the city."

She is the king's mother...the queen regent of the Seven Kingdoms...

Taking a deep breath, Cersei raised her chin and said, "Get up, ser. I'm ready."

A strong gust of wind blew by, and the lifted corners of her robes flapped violently on Cersei's legs.

The morning air was filled with a strong and familiar stench of King's Landing, but... even the fragrant flowers did not smell so good to Cersei at this time.

Because she saw the tallest spire of the Red Fort, her imprisonment ended...

"You have a sinner before you. She is Cersei of the Lannister family. She is the Queen Regent and the mother of King Tommen..."

"She has told serious lies and committed..."

"This sinner has confessed her crime... The bishop ordered her to put down all her dignity..."

"Prove her remorse by showing her how the gods looked when they gave her life in front of all the kind people in the city!"

Cersei's ears echoed with the harsh voice of Sister Unnia and the drone of the pariahs, and she had no interest in hearing what they had to say.

"The sinner before you will complete her journey of atonement with a humble heart and without hiding anything under the gaze of gods and men."

Her robes were thrown off, and Cersei knew her parade was about to begin.

Turn around and move forward, rainbow cloaks fluttering behind you. The Warrior's Sons guard spreads to the left and right, guarding Cersei in the middle.

Breathing in the air that smelled of toast, fish, feces, sweat, and horse urine, Cersei put a foot out and stepped on the rough stone.

The wide marble pavilion was packed with people just as it was on Cersei and Robert's wedding day, and Cersei could only see a patch of eyes.

Layer by layer... there seemed to be as many women as men, some carrying children on their shoulders, and those behind standing on wooden carts.

Beggars, thieves, stableboys, peddlers, maidens... Cersei raised her head, and her eyes looked past them, past the hungry eyes in the sea of ​​people... Aegon's Hill rose in the distance, and the Red Keep stood in the distance. It showed a pink color under the rays of the morning sun.

It was not far away, it would be over soon, she would see her son again, she would see her sword.

She will dig out the eyes of everyone here and cut out all the tongues. Today's scene will only become their nightmare forever!

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It seemed like it took a hundred years to cross the square, and the marble under Cersei's feet was replaced by cobblestones. She was surrounded by shops, stables, and houses, as well as people tightly packed together.

Unya, who was behind Cersei, rang her bell at intervals and sang: "Shame, shame, the sinner's shame."

"Nvzhinu!"

"sinner!"

"Rogue!"

The curses suddenly broke out, and the black and dripping rotten vegetables flew over Cersei's head. She tried hard to keep her head raised, but she almost came close to stepping on something wet and slippery several times. fall.

Cersei tried to walk faster, but was soon blocked by the Warrior's Son in front of her, forcing her to slow down again.

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"Cheers to the noble daughter-in-law!"

"Cheers to the queen mother's *way!"

"Cheers to the royal breasts!"

As we walked down the Visenya Hills, more and more garbage was spilled from the windows and balconies, half-rotten fruits, and eggs that fell on the ground and gave off an unusual smell.

Cersei stepped on something like feces and fell for the first time, leaving her knees bruised and bloody, prompting waves of laughter from the crowd.

Cersei was roughly pulled up by the nun, and the road behind her was even more difficult. She would always step on sharp objects such as stones or broken tiles.

Cersei couldn't help but cry out in pain. She limped along, leaving two lines of blood-red footprints on the stone behind her.

She is the Lioness of Casterly Rock...she will never give in...

Sister Unea chanted repeatedly: "Shame, shame, shame on the sinner."

Cersei walked through the mud and shit, continuing to bleed, tremble, and stagger.

As Cersei fell for the third time and was pulled up, she begged, "Mother, have mercy, I have confessed my sin, please have me carried over, please."

Sister Uniya remained cold and stern: "You must complete your path of atonement."

The nun's refusal ignited the lioness' rage, and she spat in Unya's face: "Scoundrel!"

The surroundings were filled with chaotic sounds whose source was difficult to identify.

The captain of the Warrior's Sons came over and yanked Cersei's arm with his thick hands, pulling her to him.

"Your Majesty, you must leave as soon as possible, the people are going out of control."

Cersei, who was being dragged away by force, suddenly looked up. A brown-haired girl and a serious-looking middle-aged man stood behind the window and looked down at her... She was familiar with their faces!

When she wanted to confirm their identities, she was dragged away by the Warrior's Son. Looking back... her vision was full of distorted ugly faces.

Cersei's eyes suddenly felt stinging, and then her vision became blurred... She couldn't cry, she wouldn't cry, the worms would never see the tears of the lioness!

However, Cersei's tears could not stop flowing, like acid, burning her cheeks.

"No!"

Cersei screamed and broke free from the Warrior's Son's hands. She blocked the top and bottom with her two arms, and then she started running wildly.

She was tripped, and laughter, ridicule and cheers broke out all around her. She used all four limbs to crawl along the uphill road.

She got up, and then fell again.

Cersei cried like she did when she was a child. She could already clearly see the outline of the Red Keep...

It's almost there...

It's almost over...

"No!!"

Cersei, who had struggled to get up, suddenly heard Jaime's voice, and then... with a bang, her eyes went dark, and a sharp pain suddenly came. She felt as if her body was torn apart.

"Cersei!!!" Jaime screamed in despair, as if the whole world was collapsing at this moment.

Cersei stared blankly at the withered straw in front of her. She was hit hard by a dilapidated wooden cart that slid down the slope at a high speed, and its tip pierced deeply into her abdomen.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment, and then... blood spurted out of Cersei's mouth.

Dang~Dang~Dang~Dang~Dang~Dang~Dang~~~~