Chapter 4 Chapter 4 Cersei

She dreamed that she was sitting on the Iron Throne, overlooking the crowd. The courtiers below were but brightly colored rats, haughty lords and haughty dames bowed before her, and brave young knights laid swords at her feet and begged for her favor.Her Majesty the Queen responded with a smile.At this time, the dwarf came out from nowhere, pointed at her, and laughed loudly. The princes and ladies also giggled and covered their smiling faces with the back of their hands.The Queen suddenly found herself naked. She frightenedly tried to cover it with her hands to maintain the shame of that woman, but the barbs and kinks on the Iron Throne cut her soft and smooth skin, blood flowed down her thighs, and her steel teeth clenched her ass.She wanted to stand up, but her feet stepped on the cracks in the twisted metal, and she couldn't break free. The more she struggled, the more mercilessly the Iron Throne would engulf her.The hunchbacked monster ripped through the flesh from her breasts and belly, slicing off limbs until the whole thing was bloody, slippery, and gleaming.

Her younger brother has been cheering and laughing at her below. The dwarf's laughter still echoed in her ears when someone touched her shoulder lightly, waking her up instantly.Could this hand be part of the nightmare?Cersei screamed, and the owner of the handle—Serena, the handmaiden—was pale and bewildered. There were others here, the queen realized.There are shadows in front of the bed, and the mail armor reflects the light under the cloaks worn by the tall men.How dare they break into my bedroom with weapons?Where are the guards?The bedroom was dimly lit except for an intruder carrying an oil lamp.I couldn't show fear in front of them, so Cersei brushed back her disheveled hair, "What do you want?" A man answered and walked into the light, and she saw that the man's cloak was white. "James?" It was a brother who dreamed, but another brother came.

"Your Majesty," whispered a voice that did not belong to James, "My lord captain ordered me to come and inform you." His hair was curly like James', but his brother was the color of molten gold, just like hers. It is greasy and black.She stared at him, listening to the conversation about toilets and crossbows and her father, bewildered.I haven't woken up from the dream, Cersei decided, I'm still struggling with the nightmare, and when I wake up, Tyrion will crawl out from under the bed and start laughing at me. However, these were all stupid ideas. Her dwarf brother was locked in a dark prison at the moment, and his punishment was about to be announced today.She lowered her head and looked at her hands carefully, making sure that every finger was there, and then touched her body. Goosebumps appeared on her skin, but there were no scratches or cuts.No scars on the legs, no wounds on the soles of the feet.Dreams, just dreams, dreams.I drank too much last night, and the wine amplified the phantoms.When dawn comes, I'm supposed to be the one with the last laugh.My children shall be safe forever, and Tommen's throne shall last for ages, and my bloody, mean, little Valongar shall fall headed and rot in hell.

Jocelyn Swiffer went to the bed and brought the cup over.Cersei took a sip, and the water with lemon juice was too sour, so she spat it out.The night wind was beating on the narrow window, making a creaking sound, which made her feel strangely peaceful.Jocelyn beside her was trembling like a leaf, Serena was also terrified, Ser Osmund Kettleblack was looming in front of her, Ser Boros Braun with a lantern was behind her, and there were a large number of Lannis wearing lion helmets by the door Special guards, the golden lion on the top of the helmet is faintly reflecting.They are all afraid.is that true?The Queen Mother doesn't believe it, is it true?

She stood up abruptly, let Serena cover her naked body with her nightgown, and tied the robe herself, but her fingers felt stiff and clumsy. "My lord father is guarded by soldiers day and night," Cersei announced, her voice a little muddy, and she took another sip of lemonade and stirred it in her mouth to lift her spirits.A moth found Sir Boros's lamp, and she saw shadows flapping wings, and insects buzzing against the glass, seeking light. "The guards are faithful, Your Majesty," replied Osmund Kettleblack, "but there is a secret door in the fireplace, which has not been discovered before. My lord captain has set off to explore the secret passage beyond."

"Jaime?" Fear seized her like a sudden storm, "Jaime should guard the king..." "The child is safe. Sir Jaime specially dispatched a dozen warriors to guard it before he left. His Majesty the King is sleeping peacefully at the moment." May he sleep soundly and dream sweeter than me. "Who is in charge of guarding the king?" "Ser Loras has been honored to undertake this task, and I hope you are satisfied, Your Majesty." How could she be satisfied?The Tyrell family is just chickens and dogs promoted by the Dragon King. In the past, they only had the role of housekeepers, but now their ambitions are gradually expanding, and their hearts are arrogant.Ser Loras may be every virgin's dream, but under that white robe, he is still a pure blood Tyrell.From her point of view, all the bitter fruit tonight probably came from the poisonous flowers carefully cultivated by Gao Ting.

These words cannot be uttered. "I will dress immediately. Sir Osmond, please accompany me to the Prime Minister's Tower later, Sir Boros, wake up the jailer and make sure my brother is still in prison." She dared not say his name.No, he didn't have the courage to resist his father, she comforted herself repeatedly, but she still had doubts in her heart. "As you command, Your Majesty," Boros said, handing the lantern to Sir Osmond.Watching him go, Cersei breathed a sigh of relief.Coward!Father shouldn't have returned the white robe to him. The sky had turned a deep cobalt blue when we left Maegor's Tower, but the stars were still shining.The fall of a star, Cersei thought, the brightest star in the west has fallen, and the road ahead will be darker.She paused in the middle of the drawbridge that spanned the dry moat, gazing down at the spikes below.It's true, they dare not lie to me about it. "Who found it?"

"His guard," said Ser Osmond, "Room. He had a sudden need to urinate, and found your lord in the toilet." No, it can't be, that's not where the lion died.The Queen Mother was surprisingly calm. She remembered the first time she lost a tooth when she was a child. It didn't hurt, but the hole in her mouth tempted her to lick it.In my world now, the place where my father disappeared is that big hole, how can I fill it? If Tywin Lannister is indeed dead, the whole family is no longer safe... especially her son who claims to be king.When the lion falls, all the beasts rise up, and the wolves, tigers and leopards will take advantage of it.They were going to overthrow her, they had always wanted to overthrow her, so she had to do it quickly, like when Robert died.This may also be the conspiracy of Stannis Baratheon, who colluded with the thieves in the city, and then took advantage of the chaos to attack the capital again.let him come!Cersei thought, I will crush him, like my father, and kill him this time!After all, what's there to be afraid of, Stannis or Mace Tyrell?No one can frighten her.She is the daughter of Casterly Rock, the daughter of the Lion.And there are no more arranged marriages.Casterly Rock is mine, and the power of the Lannisters is mine, and no one can fear her.Even if Tommen no longer needs the regent queen mother, as a great prince, I can still control the court.

The rising sun painted bright crimson on the top of the tower, but the city walls below were still in darkness, and the outer city was so quiet that she couldn't help but wonder if the residents inside were all dead.They all deserve to be damned.Tywin Lannister should not die alone, and even if he goes to hell, he deserves to be buried with a lot of mediocre people. Four guards in red robes and lion helmets stood in front of the prime minister's tower. "No one shall come or go without my permission," Cersei commanded.It was easy for her to order.But I still lacked the iron will in my father's voice.

The smoke from the torches in the tower hurt her eyes, but she would not cry, just as her father would not.I am his only true son.In the tranquility, only the friction between the heels and the slate was heard, and the moth was still flapping helplessly and wildly around the lamp, trying to get in.Go to hell, thought the queen impatiently, throw yourself into the flames and be reduced to ashes. There were two more red-robed guards at the top of the stairs, and as she passed, Red-faced Lister mourned in a low voice.At this moment, the Empress Dowager was out of breath, dizzy, and her heart was beating wildly in her chest.It's all the damn stairs, she explained to herself, too many damn stairs in this goddamn tower.She wanted to overturn the whole tower.

The hall was full of whispering fools, as if Lord Tywin was still resting, and no one dared to disturb him.She walked into the door, and the guards and servants backed away one after another, muttering something.Cersei looked at the pink gums and the wriggling tongue, but heard no words, just like moths flapping their wings.what are they doing hereHow much do they know?Logically speaking, she should be the first to be notified.She is the Queen Mother Regent, have they forgotten? Sir Meryn Tran stood in front of the Prime Minister's bedroom door in white armor and white robes, his mask open, and the thick bags under his eyes made him look like he was still asleep. "Get this gang out of here," Cersei ordered, "is my father still in the toilet?" "They carried him back to bed, my lady," said Ser Meryn, pushing the door open. Moonlight streamed in through the narrow windows, streaking the straw mats with golden streaks.Uncle Kefeng knelt by the bed, as if praying, but couldn't make a sound out of grief.The guards gathered in front of the fireplace. Among the ashes, the secret door that Sir Osmond mentioned stood open. The door was no bigger than a baker's oven, and it had to be crawled through.The thought that Tyrion was half-human made her angry, and no, the dwarf was still locked in the dungeon.It can't be him.It was Stannis, she told herself, it was Stannis' plot, and he had followers in the city.Or maybe Tyrell... There have always been rumors about the secret passages in the Red Castle. It is said that the cruel Maegor killed all the craftsmen to protect the secrets of the castle.How many bedrooms are connected by secret passages?Cersei seemed to have seen the dwarf sneaking out from behind the tapestry of Tommen's bedroom, blade in hand.Tommen was heavily guarded, she comforted herself, but Lord Tywin was also heavily guarded? For a moment she could not recognize the dead man.Yes, the hair was my father's hair, but the rest of it was all wrong.He was really small and old, with his nightgown rolled up to his chest and completely naked from the waist down.The deadly crossbow bolt hit right between the navel and the penis, and went straight into the body, leaving only the feathers. The duke's pubic hair was covered with scabbed blood, and the navel became a big dark red circle. The stench made her blow her nose. "Pull the arrow," she ordered, "foolish? My lord is the Hand of the King!" It's my father, it's my lord father, should I scream and cry and tear my hair?Catelyn Stark is said to have disfigured herself with her hands in grief after the Freys murdered her beloved Robb in front of her.Do you want me to do the same, father?She wants to ask him.Or do you want me to be strong?Have you ever cried for your father?Her grandfather died when she was only one year old, but she knew exactly what had happened.It is said that the Duke Tytos was extremely obese, and one day he climbed the stairs to find his mistress, and died of a heart attack.At the time, her father was serving as Lord Hand in King's Landing—in fact, Duke Tywin had been on errands in King's Landing almost all of her and Jaime's childhood—and if her father had ever grieved, at least he hadn't shed a single tear in front of anyone. Her Majesty felt the nails sinking deeply into the palms. "How dare you let him lie like this? My father was Hand of Three Kings, one of the greatest leaders that ever lived in the Seven Kingdoms. Let all the bells in the city ring as they did when Robert died; let He was bathed and dressed to suit his dignity, and clothed in ermine and gold and crimson satin. Where is Pycelle? Where is Pycelle?" She turned to face the guards. "Pukens, immediately summon Grand Maester Pycelle and let him take care of Lord Tywin." "He has come, Your Majesty," replied Purkens, "he has come and gone, to summon the Silent Sisters." They finally notified me.Realizing this, Cersei was too annoyed to speak.And Pycelle, who would rather leave the Duke here and find someone to do it for him than get his weak, wrinkled hands dirty.He is useless trash! "Summon Maester Barabar," she ordered, "Summon Maester Franken, anyone, all of them!" Purkens and Short-Eared Deling left in a hurry. "Where is my brother?" "In the secret passage. There is a ladder in it, and iron rings hewn in the stone. Ser Jaime wants to see how deep it is." He only has one hand!She wanted to reprimand them, you idiots should go down.He can't go down.The father's murderer was waiting below, waiting for him... Her twin brother was always too impatient, and it seemed that the pain of a severed hand hadn't taught him prudence.She was telling the guards to go down to find James when Purkens and Shortears returned with a gray-haired man. "Your Majesty," Shortear reported, "this man claims to be a maester." The visitor bowed deeply, "What can I do for Your Majesty?" There was something kind about the man, but Cersei couldn't remember who it was.An old bone, at least younger than Pycelle.There is power in him.The visitor was tall, slightly stooped, with many wrinkles around prominent blue eyes.He wore nothing around his neck. "You don't have a necklace." "It was confiscated. Your Majesty, my name is Qyburn, and I healed your brother's wounded hand." "Hmph, heal his broken limbs." She remembered that this man had come back from Harrenhal with James. "Yes, I couldn't take back Ser Jaime's hand, but I kept his arm, and perhaps saved his life. The Citadel can take away my necklace, but not my knowledge." "Well, you can try," she decided, "but if you let me down, you'll lose more than your necklace, I promise. Go and clean my father's body of bolts and groom him, to welcome the Silent Sisters." "As you order, Your Majesty the Queen Mother," Qyburn walked to the bed, stopped suddenly, and turned around to ask, "What should I do with this girl, Your Majesty?" "Girl?" Cersei ignored the twenty corpses.She strode back to the bed, and lifted the blood-stained sheet—"she" was there, naked, dead cold, with pink complexion... except for that face, that face was the same as that of Xiao Qiao at the wedding banquet black.The golden hand necklace was half buried in the girl's throat, tightly wound, and the skin was scratched.Seeing this, the Queen Mother hissed like an angry cat, "What is she doing here?" "We found her in bed, Your Majesty," Shortears replied. "She was the Imp's whore." As if that was why she was there. My lord father has nothing to do with whores, Cersei thought. He hasn't touched a woman since my mother died.She glanced coldly at the guards. "This isn't... After Lord Tywin's father died, he returned to Casterly Rock for the funeral and found... found a woman like this... wearing his mother's jewelry and wearing his mother's clothes. He immediately deprived her of All things, all shame. For half a month, she was driven to parade through the streets of Lannisport, confessing to every passerby that she was a thief and a whore. This is how Lord Tywin Lannister dealt with whores No. He wouldn't... the girl was here for another reason, not..." "Perhaps your lord is interrogating her and spying on her master," Qyburn suggested. "I heard that Sansa Stark disappeared the night His Majesty the King was murdered." "Yes." Cersei jumped at the conclusion immediately. "Of course he was interrogating her, there's no question about that." Yet the queen's eyes seemed to meet Tyrion's obscenely, and the dwarf's mouth twisted into a misshapen, monkey-like sneer under his rotten nose.And what better way than to be naked?What could be more immediate than letting her spread her thighs?The dwarf's whispers echoed in her ears, and I would have interrogated her in the same way. The queen turned and left.I don't want to see her again.In an instant, she could no longer be in the same room as the dead woman.So she pushed Cobain aside and went back down the hall. Sir Osmond brought his brothers Osney and Osfry. "There is a dead woman in the Prime Minister's bedroom," Cersei told the three Kettleblacks. "Let no one know about it." "Yes, ma'am," Ser Osney said, still with a slight scratch on his cheek, from another of Tyrion's whores, "what shall we do with her?" "It's nothing to do with me to feed it to the dog or take it back to the bed as a souvenir. Anyway, she doesn't exist. Remember, whoever dares to say a word, I want his tongue, understand?" Osney and Osfry exchanged glances, "Understood, Your Majesty." So she directed the two through the door and watched as they wrapped the girl's body in her father's blood-stained sheet.Shae, her name is Shae.The last time they spoke was on the eve of the trial by combat, the very morning the smiling Dornish snake challenged the crowd.Shae wanted back the jewels Tyrion had given her—Cersei had promised her before—and her house in the city, and the queen betrothing her to some knight.The Queen has made it clear that the whore will get nothing unless she tells of Sansa Stark's whereabouts. "You are her maid, don't you know anything about her whereabouts?" Xue Yi cried and ran away. Osfry carried the body on his shoulders. "Don't lose the necklace," Cersei ordered, "be careful not to rub the gold on it." Osfry nodded and walked towards the door. "Come back, you can't go through the main entrance," she pointed to the secret path, "this way, go underground." Sir Osfry was kneeling on one knee and was about to get in, but the light inside suddenly increased, and at the same time there was a sound.Jaime emerged hunched over like an old woman, kicking his boots, shaking off the ashes of Lord Tywin's last fire. "Get out of the way," he said to the Kettleblacks. Cersei hurried over. "Have you found them? Have you found the killer? How many are there?" There was no doubt that this was a gang conspiracy, and it was impossible for a single person to kill her father. The twin brother described it as haggard, "There is a room at the bottom of the stairs, where six passages meet, each of which is blocked by an iron door, and there are iron chains around the door, so you need a key to open it." He looked towards the bedroom, "The prisoner may still be Wandering among the walls. Inside the Prime Minister's Tower is a deep and dark labyrinth." She seemed to see Tyrion turning into a huge mouse and crawling out of the wall.No, that's stupid, the dwarf is in a dark cell. "Call the artisans in and turn the tower upside down. I'll find them! Whoever they are, I'll pay for their lives." James hugged her, stroking her back with his good hand.His breath smelled of smoke and dust, but the morning sun shone golden on his hair.At this moment, she just wanted to hold his face and kiss him well.Later, she told herself, later he will come to me for comfort. "We are father's heirs, Jaime," she whispered, "and we must carry the load he left behind. You will be Hand of the King in father's place, and I need not tell you that you understand the necessity. Tommen needs you……" He pushed her away and held the severed limb in front of her. "Ha, how can a man without hands be the Hand of the King? Sister, don't be joking, I am not fit to rule." Their uncle heard James' refusal, and so did Qyburn, and the Kettleblacks who were dragging the body into the fireplace, and even the guards heard it: Purkens, Horseleg Hawke, Short-Eared ...and by tonight the whole town will know.Cersei felt a blush creep up her cheeks. "Rule? I don't want you to rule. I rule the kingdom until my son comes of age." "I don't know who to feel sorry for," said the younger brother lightly, "for Tommen or for the Seven Kingdoms." She slapped him.James raised his hand to block like a civet... Unfortunately, this cat is a three-legged cat.There were red palm prints on his face. The uncle stood up when he heard the voice, "This is the place where your father died. If you want to quarrel, go outside." James bowed his head apologetically, "Forgive us, Uncle, my sister is too sad to contain herself." Hearing him say that, Cersei almost wanted to slap him again.I'm crazy to want him to be prime minister.Forget it, just abolish this position, which prime minister has brought her joy?Jon Arryn put Robert Baratheon to her bed, and before he died, he went around to inquire about her and James' secrets; Eddard Stark took Arryn's gun, and his actions forced Cersei kills Robert and frees up her strength to deal with her two difficult brothers; Tyrion sells Myrcella to Dorne, takes one of her sons hostage, and murders her son. Another son; and Lord Tywin's days in King's Landing... The next Prime Minister must be a docile Prime Minister, she promised herself.Ser Kevan might do it, her uncle was tireless and shrewd and at his disposal, and she could depend on him, as her father had.How can the palm quarrel with the brain?The palm should obey the command.Besides, she really needs more people to help her rule the kingdom.Pycelle was just a wobbly sycophant, Jaime lost his nerve when he lost his right hand with the sword, and Mace Tyrell and his henchmen, Redwyne and Rowan, could not be trusted—she was sure, causing today's They all had their share of the mess.Lord Tyrell is well aware that as long as Tywin Lannister lives, he cannot rule the Seven Kingdoms. I have to be careful with him.The capital was full of his men, and he had even put his own son in the Kingsguard, and was going to teach his daughter to sleep in Tommen's bed.She still burns with anger at the memory of her father's engagement of Tommen to Margaery Tyrell.The girl was twice my son's age, and twice a widow.Cersei doesn't believe Mace Tyrell's insistence that her daughter is still a virgin.Joffrey was murdered before he got married, but Renly...he was a man who liked "rum," but he'd drink a pitcher of beer if you gave him one.She decided to order Lord Varys to find out. ... Varys!She stopped pacing suddenly.She had forgotten Varys.The eunuch should be here.He has always appeared at the scene of the incident as quickly as possible.In the Red Castle, all incidents, big or small, cannot escape Varys' eyes.James was there, Uncle Kevan was there, Pycelle came and went, and Varys had... a chill running down his spine.He is an accomplice.He was afraid that his father wanted his head, so he pre-empted it.Tywin has never had a good impression of the Minister of Intelligence, and if anyone knows the secrets in the city, it must be the octopus.He must have made a deal with Lord Stannis.They had worked together in Robert's council and knew each other... Cersei strode to Ser Meryn Tran at the bedroom door. "Tran, bring Lord Varys here. I don't care what you do, as long as it doesn't hurt his body." "Yes, Your Majesty." The Kingsguard had just left when the other Kingsguard hurried back.Ser Boros Braun ran up the stairs, flushed and out of breath. "Run away," he reported panting when he saw the Queen Mother, and at the same time knelt down on one knee, "Little devil...his cell door was opened, Your Majesty...he is gone..." Nightmare come true. "I clearly ordered death," she said, "I demand strict surveillance around the clock, day and night..." Braun's chest rose and fell, "A jailer also disappeared at the same time. His name is Logan. The other two jailers were asleep." She tried her best not to scream. "You didn't wake them up, Ser Boros. No, don't disturb them, let them sleep!" "Let them sleep?" Tie Wei raised his fleshy chin, his face full of confusion. "Yes, Your Majesty. Let them sleep again—" "Forever, I want them to sleep forever, ser. How dare the guards doze off on duty!" He killed father in the wall, as he killed his mother, as he killed young Joe, and he will kill me soon, Queen Mother It was clear that this was exactly what the old hag had prophesied in the dim tent.I laughed at her, but she did have power.A drop of blood, let me see my own future, my own destruction.Cersei's legs were as limp as water. Ser Boros reached out to help, but she avoided it.In her eyes, he is also likely to be Tyrion's man. "Go away," she yelled, "Go away!" She stumbled to the chair. "Your Majesty," suggested Braun, "may I bring you a glass of water?" water?I want blood, not water.I want Tyrion's blood, Valongar's blood.The torch flickered in front of her face, and Cersei closed her eyes to see the dwarf laughing at her.No, she thought, no, I would have gotten rid of you.However, his fingers locked her neck, getting tighter and tighter...