The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Tommen was stunned for a moment, and then shouted loudly: "Mom, you can't do this!"

Everyone's eyes turned to him, and his chubby little figure stood in front of Margaery: "She is my fiancée!"

"This is my order...cough...cough..."

Cersei coughed up blood, breathed heavily for a while, and then looked at Jaime, who was silent.

"Why...don't you object...you...traitor...why...don't...save me...traitor..."

She was the woman he had loved most... Jaime looked at Cersei, whose life was about to come to an end, and his heart felt like a knife.

If he had not driven out Cersei's messengers and gone to Storm's End, but instead rode back to King's Landing... Cersei would not have had her head shaved off by the High Sparrow and paraded naked through the city.

If so, he would not be like now... watching Cersei's fire of life gradually extinguish.

Jaime's eyes burned, and he murmured painfully: "I'm sorry, Cersei."

"No...pity...I...don't...need..." There was a hint of anger in Cersei's weak voice.

Then, she seemed to be looking at Green: "Suicide note...plus...suicide note..."

Everyone's attention was focused on Green. Without taking his eyes away from her, he smiled gently and said, "What else, Cersei?"

"Wash me...clean...with a brush...clean..."

Cersei's eyes were hollow and she squeezed out a small voice: "Listen... I... roar... angrily..."

She slowly closed her eyelids and stopped making any sound.

"Mother!"

Princess Myrcella, who had been crying silently, rushed over, her little hands trembling on top of Cersei. She wanted to shake her mother up, but she was afraid of disturbing her mother's sleep.

Woo…………woo…………woo……

Coburn came to Green's side at this time and said: "Your Highness the Regent, extreme pain can make Her Majesty the Queen Mother unconscious, and it can also keep her awake and continue to endure unbearable torture."

He sighed and continued: "Gods be merciful, a glass of poppy milk might give her a sweet dream on her final journey."

Green's palm squeezed Cersei's hand that could barely feel the body temperature. He closed his eyes for a while, and then looked at the old maester.

Facing Green's gaze, Pycelle nodded sadly.

After a period of heavy silence, Green's slightly hoarse voice sounded: "Cobain, the rest is up to you..."

He kissed Cersei lightly on the back of her hand: "...take care of her."

Gently putting down her hand, Green glanced at Cersei one last time, took a deep breath, and stood up.

Almost immediately, Jaime Lannister stood up.

The two looked at each other, and Green immediately understood the emotions in James's eyes. He frowned and said, "James, stay with Cersei. Time is running out, leave the rest to me."

Jaime's voice was not loud, but everyone around him felt the cold wind of winter: "I will do it myself. Lannister must pay its debts."

After saying that, he leaned over and kissed Cersei deeply on her forehead, then flicked his blood-stained white cloak and strode towards the door.

James's eyes were blood red, and only blood could calm his endless raging anger.

With a bang, the door of the Queen Mother's bedroom closed again.

Green rubbed his brows, cheered up and said: "Prime Minister Harris, Grand Maester Pycelle, Earl Gales, and Earl Matus. Dear ministers, please follow me to the throne room and convene a royal meeting immediately. "

"As you command, Your Highness the Regent."

Green took the lead and took the lead, followed by the other royal ministers. Count Matus glanced at Margery who was a little distracted and followed them.

…………

Near the Prime Minister's Tower.

"Lord James."

Several Lannister red-robed captains saluted Ser Jaime.

Before walking out of Maggor's Tower, James was like a lion suppressing his anger. At this moment, he was... unusually calm, and this calmness was even more frightening.

"How many red cloaks are there in King's Landing now?"

The lieutenant of the Lannister Red Guards answered Jaime's question: "My lord, there are three hundred in total."

James looked in the direction of the Great Cathedral of Baylor and said in a deep voice: "Convey my order. Everyone wears full armor and goes now."

The red robe guards built by Lord Tywin with a lot of money are well-trained. They will not have the slightest objection to any order given by Tywin's eldest son, and the same is true for the seven hells.

"As you command, Lord James."

…………

Throne Room.

At the long table of the imperial meeting, after Green sat on the king's chair engraved with a crowned stag, all the imperial ministers took their seats one after another.

Surrounding their helmets, several fully armed gold-robed guard captains stood aside, while the golden-robed commander-in-chief Humphrey Weishui was squeezed to the back by them.

Several royal waiters and maids brought Green and the royal ministers golden cups filled with fine wine and then withdrew.

After taking a sip of summer red, Green slowly said: "Everyone."

He glanced at the people present and continued: "King's Landing must be stable. We must prevent those who are interested in taking advantage of the tense situation to cause riots or lead riots."

Before anyone else could respond, Grand Maester Pycelle quickly agreed: "Your Highness the Regent, this is a wise judgment. The center of the Seven Kingdoms cannot become a paradise for people with hidden evil intentions."

Prime Minister Harris (Kevan's father-in-law) immediately said, "We are at your service. Please give us your orders."

The Minister of Finance, Earl Giles, coughed a few times, nodded, and said, "The people of King's Landing are in a panic. We may immediately announce to the people the news that you are the regent, cough cough, to calm people's hearts."

Pycelle and Harris glanced at the low-key coughing earl at the same time, then their eyes touched and quickly separated.

"Very good."

Green's eyes moved to the left: "Grand Maester Pycelle, this matter is in your charge. Tell the lords of the Seven Kingdoms as soon as possible that I have been appointed as the Regent of the Seven Kingdoms."

After Pycelle nodded to accept the order, he glanced at everyone again and called: "Sir Damien Gort (Chapter 307)."

Sir Damien took a big step, straightened his chest in the direction of the main seat of the royal meeting, and said loudly: "Your Highness the Regent, I am at your disposal."

Green nodded: "From this moment on, King's Landing will be guarded by martial law throughout the city. No one is allowed to go out at night, including nobles. Rebels can be killed on the spot."

His fingers tapped the armrest of the king's chair: "Before sunset, I will transfer 3,000 cavalry (mostly mounted infantry), 2,000 heavy armored infantry and 200 knights from outside the city to assist you in maintaining order in King's Landing, sir."