The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

The maester's necklace rang softly, and Pycelle paused for a moment, then bowed to the little rose beside Green.

Then, he continued to say to Green: "Your Majesty Tommen, Princess Myrcella, and Ser Jaime, they are all inside. Queen Mother Cersei, alas, she is waiting for you."

Green clenched his fists, looked aside, and said: "Miss Margaery, I will go in later."

At this time, Prime Minister Harys Swyft, Earl Giles Rosby and others also came to Green.

After a simple greeting, Margaery moved towards the Queen Mother's bedroom, and Earl Matus Rowan, who wanted to follow her, was stopped by several captains of the gold cloaks.

Green's eyes followed and said, "Lord Rowan, don't forget that you are the Minister of the Navy."

Prime Minister Harris's eyes moved, and he immediately echoed, "As a minister in front of the king, you should be more concerned about the kingdom in crisis at this time, instead of thinking of yourself as a guard."

After that, Harris smiled at Green, his smile was slightly flattering.

Grand Maester Pycelle glanced at Prime Minister Harris and sighed, "Lord Matus, the kingdom needs your service."

"………" Matus Rowan stood silently with the ministers in front of the king, and this time no one stopped him.

After a pause, Green glanced at everyone, frowned, and said: "The Queen Mother's injury..."

He closed his eyes: "...How long can she live?"

Pycelle's face was sad: "I have tried my best to treat her, and Coben helped me, but the Queen Mother's injury... is too serious. What I can do is to try to alleviate her pain..."

Green interrupted Pycelle's slow statement coldly and repeated: "How long can she live?"

Grand Maester Pycelle glanced at the expressionless Green carefully, and said slowly: "When the Queen Mother finishes her conversation with you, the poppy milk will make her dream..."

He shook his lips for a while, and he seemed to be unable to continue because of extreme sadness.

After a suffocating silence, Green reached out and patted Pycelle on the shoulder: "Grand Maester, you have performed your duties excellently, let's... go in."

Hearing Green's affirmation, Pycelle finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although the Duke was both fair and generous, the old maester was impressed by his coldness.

After straightening his back slightly, Pycelle hurriedly followed Green's footsteps and said in a low voice: "Lord Green, Qyburn cannot be trusted. I don't think he is one of us..."

The Queen Mother's bedroom.

The fire in the fireplace was blazing, and the hot room was filled with the smell of blood.

Next to the Queen Mother's bed, Tommen Baratheon was crying in Margaery Tyrell's arms, and Myrcella Baratheon was crying and comforting her brother in a low voice.

On the other side of the bed, Jaime Lannister, covered in dried blood, was holding Cersei's hand motionlessly, and his once solid shoulders seemed to have collapsed.

When Green and others entered the room, Qyburn, who was standing beside the bed, bowed to them.

Tap, tap, tap, the ministers stopped a little away from the bed, and Green walked over alone.

On the bed, Cersei Lannister was covered with a thick blanket. Her face was extremely pale, her gem-like green eyes were dim, and she exuded the breath of death.

The butler quietly brought a wooden chair to Green.

After he sat down, he looked at her for a long time before calling, "Queen Mother Cersei."

After a pause, he said again, "Cersei."

"Cersei."

After calling her three times, the green eyes suddenly had a little light. Cersei looked at Green, trembling with pale lips, and whispered, "Green... You... Green... Green..."

Green took Cersei's cold hand, kissed it lightly on the back of her hand, and said, "Cersei Lannister, tell me, what can I do for you?"

Moving her lips, Cersei squeezed out with difficulty Voice: "Revenge... Kill them all... Revenge..."

Green glanced at Jaime across from him, nodded, and said softly: "Don't worry, the lioness's wrath will descend upon the church, and the roar of the lioness will be heard in King's Landing."

A smile appeared on Cersei's lips: "I... can't... reward... you..."

Staring into her eyes, Green smiled gently: "I will continue to wait for the reward you promised."

Ser Jaime suddenly looked at Green, and so did the others beside the bed.

Cersei's eyes lit up a little more, she stared at Green, moved her lips: "Tommen..."

"Don't worry, he'll be fine."

"Myrcella..."

"Don't worry, she'll be fine too."

After a long while, Cersei's sight left Green: "Qyburn... my... suicide note..."

Hearing this, Qyburn came to the bedside, he pulled out the rolled parchment from his sleeve and unfolded it in front of her eyes.

Cersei checked her handwritten will with difficulty, nodded her chin, and said: "Read..."

Qyburn looked over, Green nodded slightly, and responded: "Grand Maester Pycelle, thank you for your help."

After the voice fell, Pycelle hurried over and solemnly took Cersei's will from Qyburn.

Pycelle faced everyone, cleared his throat, and read aloud: "The following is the will of Cersei, the Queen Regent and Protector of the Realm, the Duchess of Casterly Rock, and the Lannister family..."

"We hereby appoint the Duke of the Eyrie, Green of House Crabb, as regent and guardian of the entire territory, to rule the kingdom on behalf of the king until His Majesty Tommen Baratheon comes of age."

“It is hereby declared that Princess Myrcella Baratheon shall succeed to the title of Duke of Casterly Rock and Governor of the Westerlands… After her death, the King and the Council shall be responsible for transferring the honor and rights of Casterly Rock and the Westerlands to… …a designated member of House Lannister by Princess Myrcella Baratheon.”

After the reading was completed, Grand Maester Pycelle glanced at the people present with different expressions and said to the Minister of the Royal Council: "Prime Minister Harris, Earl Gales, please confirm the suicide note of Queen Mother Cersei."

After the ministers of the Royal Council signed and stamped their personal seals, Grand Maester Pycelle walked tremblingly in front of Tommen.

"Your Majesty the King, please confirm."

A pair of chubby little hands took the mother's suicide note, sniffed and said, "Margery, please take a look at it for me."

Hearing this, Margaery's pupils shrank, and she soon felt the lioness' gaze, although it was not very sharp...

"Let's watch together, my king." Hearing Margaery's voice, Tommen nodded obediently.

After the little king and his fiancée were confirmed, Tommen took the quill and signed and sealed it himself... This was his favorite king's game recently.

Finally, Bachelor Pycelle came to Green's side and handed over the suicide note respectfully: "Your Highness the Regent, please confirm."

When Green was about to take a look, Cersei's weak voice came over: "One more..."

Under the gaze of everyone, she said intermittently: "In my name...dissolve...the engagement between Tommen and...Margaery..."

Buzz!

The air seemed to freeze instantly, everyone present was stunned, and everything around them fell into a strange silence.

Margaery stood up in disbelief, forgetting that Tommen was still in her arms, and almost fell down on the spot.