Chapter 9 Chapter 9 James

Ser Jaime Lannister, clad in white, stood beside his father's coffin, his fingers clutched tightly at the hilt of his great golden sword. At dusk, the Great Sept of Baelor was dark and quiet.The last rays of the setting sun slanted in from the high windows, casting a layer of red light on the tall statues of the Seven Gods.The scented candles surrounding the altar flickered, and shadows gathered on the high walls, slowly and silently descending to the marble floor.The echoes of the chant died down as the last mourners left. Only Balon Swann and Loras Tyrell remained. "No one can keep a vigil for seven days and seven nights," urged Ser Balon. "When was the last time you rested, my lord?"

"While my lord father was alive," said James. "Let me guard the coffin for you tonight," Ser Loras asked. "He is not your father." It has nothing to do with you, it was me who killed him.Tyrion let the arrow go, and I let Tyrion go. "Leave me alone." "Yes, my lord," Balon agreed, and Ser Loras seemed unwilling to back down until he was taken away by Ser Balon's arm.The footsteps of the two iron guards gradually faded away, and James and his lord father were alone in the room again. The only companions for father and son were candles, crystals and the sweet and rotten breath of death.His back ached from the weight of the armor and his legs were almost numb, so he allowed himself to shift a little and gripped the golden greatsword tighter—though he couldn't swing it, he could still hold it tight.His phantom fingers are ready to move.It was ironic, for him, it seemed that the sum of his mutilated body was not as sensitive as the missing hand.

My hand longs to swing the sword, and I long to kill, starting with Varys, but first I have to find his cards. "I want the eunuch to send him aboard, not your bedchamber," he told the corpse. "The eunuch has your blood on his hands too, just like... and Tyrion." Like me, he thought He confessed to his father, but the words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't speak.Whatever Varys did, it was me who did it. When he decided that he could not just watch his brother die, he sneaked into the eunuch's bedroom and waited until late at night.He sharpened the dagger with his good hand as he waited, taking some strange comfort in the scratch-scratch of steel against stone.When the sound of footsteps came, he dodged behind the door, and Varys walked in, smelling of heavy powder and lavender, but was unexpectedly kicked in the hollow of the knee by James from behind, and he fell to the ground.Jaime rushed forward, put his knee on the eunuch's chest, drew his dagger and pointed it at the eunuch's pale, soft chin, forcing him to look up. "Coincidentally, Lord Varys," he said cheerfully, "it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Ser Jaime?" Varys gasped. "You scared the hell out of me." "That's what I thought." He turned the dagger, and a stream of blood ran down the blade. "In my opinion, you can probably get my brother out before Ser Ilyn chops off his head. I admit, it was a Ugly head, it's a pity he only gave birth to one." "Yes... yes... if you... take the knife... yes, gently, if your lord, please gently, gently, oh, I can't bear it..." The eunuch touched his neck and opened his mouth wide Looking at the finger, "I can't see my own blood."

"If you don't cooperate, you will see more blood." Varys struggled to sit up. "Your brother...if the little devil disappears without a trace from the dark prison, others will intervene in a while, and you will have sex——the fear of your life..." "Your life is in my hands. Look, I don't care about your little secrets, but if something happens to Tyrion, you won't live long, I promise." "Ah," the eunuch sucked the blood from his finger. "You want me to do a dreadful thing . . . to let go of the murderer of our good king—the imp, etc. Do you think he is innocent?"

"Whether he is guilty or not," James replied, as always, like a fool, "A Lannister must pay his debts." How easy it is to say that. But he hasn't slept since.The younger brother seemed to be standing right in front of him, the torchlight sweeping across his ugly face, the dwarf's broken nose smiling. "You poor stupid, crippled, blind fool," growled the brother in the most spiteful voice, "Cersei is a liar whore, and as far as I know, she and Lancel and Osmond Kettleblack, even Moon Boy in bed! People say I'm a monster, yes! I killed your heinous son who deserved it!"

But he didn't say that he was going to harm his father. If he did, I would definitely stop him.I should be the kinslayer, not him. James couldn't figure out where Varys was currently hiding.The minister of intelligence was cunning, and he never returned to his room after the incident, and he searched the Red Castle without finding any clues about him.Maybe he sails out to sea with Tyrion and escapes an awkward interrogation.If this is the case, then the two of them are probably in the narrow sea at this time, drinking the golden wine of Qingting Island in the high-class cabin. Perhaps the younger brother killed Varys too, and dumped his body deep beneath the castle.Under the castle, it may take years for the body to be discovered.Jaime himself led a dozen guards down with torches, ropes and lanterns, exploring winding passages, narrow crawling tunnels, hidden secret doors, secret stairs and ladders into the endless darkness day and night .If it weren't for this experience, he wouldn't have known that his disability was so real. A man must have two hands, otherwise... Otherwise, it would be difficult to climb ladders and narrow aisles—the idiom "hands and feet" And use" is the truth.The saddest thing is that others can climb with one hand and hold a torch for lighting, but he can't do it, so he has to grope carefully in the dark.

The result of hard work is zero.They only find dust and rats in the dark.And dragons, dragons of the subterranean.He remembered that the charcoal fire of the Dragon's Mouth Brazier gave off a hazy yellow light, and he was in a warm room where six tunnels intersected. The worn red and black bricks on the floor formed a mosaic pattern of the three-headed dragon of House Targaryen.I remember you, Kingslayer, the monster seemed to growl, I've been here, waiting for you to come down, waiting for you to come down.Jaime knew that steely voice. It belonged to Rhaegar, and belonged to the Prince of Dragonstone.

The day he said goodbye to Rhaegar in the courtyard of the Red Keep, the wind howled.The crown prince wore the famous black armor, and the ruby ​​on his chest formed the three-headed dragon family crest. "Your Grace," Jaime begged, "let Darry or Ser Barristan stay and guard the king this time, and let me go with you. Their cloaks are as white as mine." Prince Rhaegar shook his head, "My father is more afraid of your father than our relative Robert. He wants to keep you by his side to ensure that Duke Tywin will not rebel. At present, the atmosphere is tense, and I dare not let him take away the talisman."

James felt anger rising to his throat, "I'm not a talisman! I'm a knight of the Kingsguard!" "Then you should remember your duty and protect the king," Ser Jon Darry snapped. "You swore an oath when you put on your white robe." Rhaegar put a hand on Jaime's shoulder. "When the war is over, I plan to convene a great council to reform political affairs. I have planned this a long time ago, but unfortunately... well, let's not talk about the road that has not been set. Let's discuss it after my class teacher returns to the court. "

To him, it was Prince Rhaegar's last words.Outside the city gate, a large army was waiting for Rhaegar, and at the same time, another army was rushing towards the Trident River.The Prince of Dragonstone mounted his horse, put on his tall black helmet, and galloped to his own destruction. But his words were prescient.After the war, politics did "reform". "Aerys thought that keeping me with me was like wearing a talisman," he said to his father's corpse. On, James thinks he enjoys dying. Oddly enough, he didn't feel sad.Where are my tears?Where is my anger?Jaime Lannister was never short of anger. "Father," he told the corpse, "you taught me that tears are a sign of a man's weakness, so I cannot cry for you." Thousands of noble men and women came to pay their respects to the coffin this morning, and thousands of ordinary people came in the afternoon.They were modestly dressed and solemn, but James suspected that many of them were secretly happy that the Prime Minister had died so suddenly.Even in Lannister's own territory in the Western Territory, Duke Tywin is not so much loved as respected by everyone, and the people of King's Landing have not forgotten the massive looting that year when the city was broken. Of all the mourners, Grand Master Pycelle was the saddest. "I have served six kings," he told James on the second night of the wake, sniffing suspiciously, "but here lies the greatest man I can remember. Lord Tywin Never wore a crown, but he definitely looked like a king." Without the beard, Pycelle looked not only old, but terribly frail.Shaving his beard was the cruelest thing Tyrion had ever done, thought Jaime, who knew what it was like to lose a part of his body, especially the most important part.Pycelle's beard had once been magnificent, white as new snow and soft as a lamb, completely covering his face and chin, and hanging down to his waist.The Imperial Master liked to twist his beard when he spoke, which not only gave him the appearance of a wise man, but also covered up all the ugliness: the sagging skin on the chin, the small flat, toothless mouth, countless warts, wrinkles and age spots.Although Pycelle tried hard to grow his beard back, it was in vain.From the weak jaw and wrinkled face grew back a short beard and mustache, so sparse that it could not hide the pink spots of the skin. "Sir James, I have witnessed many disasters in my life," the old man said slowly, "war, bloodshed, murder... When I was a child, I was studying in Oldtown. One year, the gray plague came and killed half of the city's population and schools." Three-quarters of the members of the city. Lord Hightower burned all the ships in the port, closed the city gates, and ordered his soldiers to kill anyone who tried to escape, regardless of men, women or babies in his arms. .and when the blight finally subsided, he taught them to kill. On the very day he reopened the port, they dragged him from his horse, slit his throat, and killed his young son. On that day, The fools of Oldtown despised his name, but Quenton Hightower did his duty. That's what your father was, a man who did his job." "So he was so satisfied with himself after he died?" The stench of the corpse made Pycelle's eyes dim. "The tissue... the tissue withered, the muscles atrophied and pulled his lips. He didn't smile, he just... died, died." The old man fought back tears. "Forgive me, I'm very tired, and I'm leaving." The national teacher leaned heavily on his crutches and slowly walked away from the church.He's dying too, Jaime realizes, no wonder Cersei thinks he's a piece of shit. Of course, in the eyes of my dear old lady, half of the people in the palace are either useless or traitors. Those who should be eradicated include not only Pycelle, but also the Kingsguard, the Tyrell family, James himself...even Ser Ilyn Payne , the mute who served as the king's lawman-due to his position, he couldn't get away with what happened in the cell, and although the tongueless Pyne always left things to his servants, Cersei believed that Tyrion's escape was also his fault. wrong.I did it, not him, Jaime almost told his sister, but in the end he agreed to question the dungeon master, a hunchbacked old man named Renalfer Weaverwater. "What's the matter with my surname? You must find it strange, my lord." Before James could ask, he explained to the convenience, "Actually, it's an ancient surname. I'm not bragging, we have blood in our veins." The blood of the royal family. My ancestor was a princess, and my father told me this story not long after I was born.” Judging from the speckled head and the gray beard on the chin, Wei Weishui’s childhood is unknown. It's been decades. "She is the most beautiful beauty imprisoned in the virgin house. Lord 'Sea Admiral' Okenfell was fascinated by her. Gongye, the princess named their illegitimate son 'Wei Shui'. As a result, the son became a great knight in the future, and the son's son was equally great-this person added a word 'Wei' before 'Wei Shui', To show that he himself was not born out of illegitimate birth. So you see, I also have some dragon blood in me." "Tsk tsk, I understand. You didn't make it clear. I almost took you for Aegon the Conqueror." James knew that Weishui was just a common surname for illegitimate children in the Blackwater Bay area. Just the little knights of old. "I have something more urgent than researching your family tree." Wei Weishui nodded, "The case of the missing prisoner." "And the missing jailer." "Logan," the old man finished for him, "the guard on the lower floor. He is in charge of the third floor, which is the black cell." "Tell me about him." James had to ask further.Damn, boring acting.Even if Wei Weishui didn't know Logan's identity, James himself knew exactly who Logan was. "The hair is disheveled, unkempt, and the voice is hoarse. In fact, I don't like him, I don't like him very much. When I first came, about twelve years ago, Logan was already here, and was directly appointed by King Aerys Oh, he seldom comes to the dungeon, and he usually wanders somewhere. I have reported these suspicious situations in the daily report, my lord, I really reminded you, and I guarantee you with the blood of the real dragon." If you dare to mention dragon's blood again, I'll pick a few drops and test it for real, James thought. "Who are these reports submitted to?" "Some were submitted to the Chancellor of the Exchequer, and some were submitted to the Chief of Intelligence. Of course, the Chief of Prison and the Enforcement Officer have all seen it. Things in the dungeon have always been done like this." Wei Weishui picked his nostrils, "My lord, whenever When you need him, Logan always shows up in time and never neglects. However, the black cell is almost useless. Before your little brother was imprisoned, my lord, we briefly entertained Grand Maester Pycelle here, and there were traitors before. The Duke of Stark. There are three other civilians whom the Duke of Stark has assigned to serve as night watchmen—to be honest, I don’t think it would be wise to let go of those three dangerous people, but the Duke’s order says so in black and white, I can't help it. I'm sure I've included it in the report." "What about the two sleeping guards?" "Jailors?" Wei Weishui snorted, "It is said that the jailers are flattering them, and it is not bad to call them guards. The national treasury pays the wages of twenty guards every year. My lord, there are twenty guards. The actual number of guards never exceeded twelve. Theoretically, we should have six lower-level guards, three dungeons, two for one floor—and now there are only three in total.” "Just you and the other two?" Wei Weishui snorted again, "I'm the chief of the dungeon! My lord, I'm higher than the lower level guards. Here, I'm in charge of counting the number of people. My lord, you might as well take a look at the form I made, all the numbers are clearly arranged .” Wei Weishui opened the large leather-bound book in front of him. "Currently, we have four prisoners in the dungeon on the first floor, one on the second floor, and your brother on the third floor." The old man frowned. "It's absolutely true that he has run away. In fact, I should strike out his name." He picked up a quill pen and sharpened it seriously. For six prisoners, James thought sourly, the treasury supported twenty jailers, six under-warrants, a dungeon master, a warden, and a magistrate. "I'll ask the two guards." Renever Weaver let go of the quill and looked suspiciously at James Lannister. "Ask the two guards, my lord?" "Your ears are fine." "Yes, my lord, of course I am not ill... In fact, you can ask whoever you want, my lord. I am not qualified to talk about it, but sir, please allow me to assure you that they are no longer able to answer questions. They are dead Yes, my lord." "Dead? Who gave the order?" "Isn't it just you? Or...or was it His Majesty's order? Anyway, I dare not ask, I...I have no right to question the Kingsguard." Literally rubbing salt into the wound: Cersei uses his men for scandal, ok, her precious Kettleblack. "You two mindless idiots," James snarled later, in a bloody dungeon, at Boros Braun and Osmund Kettleblack, "what on earth are you thinking?" "We're just following orders, my lord." Boros was shorter than James, but he weighed more. "This is the order of His Majesty the Empress Dowager." Ser Osmond hooked a thumb around the sword belt. "She said she would let them sleep forever, and my brother and I will fulfill His Majesty's wish." You and your brother.A corpse lay face down on a table, as if drunk, except that the spreading pool of liquid under the head was blood, not wine; a second guard pushed the bench aside and drew a dagger, but was shot by a long The sword went into the ribs and enjoyed a long, tragic death.I've specifically warned Varys not to allow any bloodshed this time, James thought, so it's my brother and sister I should be warning. "It's not right, ser." Sir Osmond shrugged. "No one will miss them, and as far as I can see, they have a lot to do with the escape." No, James wanted to tell him, Varys had drugged their drink. "If that's the case, it's time to get the truth out of their mouths." ... She slept with Lancel, Osmond Kettleblack, and even Moon Boy ... "It's a good thing I'm not suspicious, otherwise I would think Ask, are you in such a hurry to shut them both up forever? What are you trying to cover up?" "Cover?" Kettleblack nearly choked on his accusation. "No, no, what the queen says, what we do. I swear on your sworn brother." Hearing what he said, James' phantom fingers couldn't help twitching again, "Go and bring down your brothers Osney and Osfry, and clean up the mess you made. My dear old sister wants you again Kill, remember to report to me first—don't let me see you at any other time, sir." Now, in the dark and silent Baelor Cathedral, the words at that time echoed in his mind.All the windows above the head have become pitch black, only the faint light of the stars is faintly revealed, and the sun has completely sunk.Even though countless scented candles were burning, the stench of corpses became stronger and stronger, and he couldn't help but think of the battlefield under the Golden Tooth City, which was the glorious victory he had won during the war.In the early morning after the battle, countless crows came to enjoy a feast, feasting on the victors and the losers, just as they feasted on Rhaegar Targaryen on the banks of the Trident.The end of the prince is often the belly of the crow, and the crown is really an ironic joke. It seemed to Jaime that a flock of crows were hovering over the lofty vaults and seven towers of the Great Sept of Baelor, beating the black night sky with their black wings, eager to get in.Every raven in the Seven Kingdoms has come to pay homage to you, father, from Castamere to the Blackwater, you fed them.This view seemed to please Lord Tywin, and he laughed even more exaggeratedly.Hell, he's smiling like a groom who just climbed into bed. James laughed ridiculously. Loud laughter echoed in the aisles, cellars, and chambers of the sanctuary, as if the dead within the walls shrieked back.why not?Isn't all this funnier than a vaudeville show?I aided in the murder of my father and kept his vigil, I fought to save my brother but sent for him... and he sent Ser Adam Marbrand to search the Silk Street. "Look under every bed, you know how much my brother likes whores." Presumably, the gold robes will find that whores are much more interesting under skirts than under beds, and James doesn't know what will be in this meaningless search. How many illegitimate children were born. He couldn't help thinking of Brienne of Tarth.Stupid, ugly and stubborn bitch.Where is she now?Father, please give her strength, he murmured, almost praying... Could it be the tall, gilded figure flickering faintly in the candlelight of the sanctuary, or the corpse in front of him?does it matter?They never listened anyway.The warrior had been his only Patronus since he could wield a sword. Others were content to be fathers, sons, or husbands, but not Jaime Lannister, who held a long sword of gold the same color as his hair.He is a fighter and always will be. I should tell Cersei the truth and admit that I set my dwarf brother free.Tell the truth?Look at what the truth does to Tyrion.I killed your heinous good son, and then I killed your father.The little devil's ridicule came from the darkness, and he looked back, only to find that it was the echo of his own laughter.He closed his eyes, then quickly opened them.I can't sleep, and if I do, I'll have nightmares.Oh, Tyrion's nasty laugh...Cersei's a liar whore who doesn't blink...she sleeps with Lancel, Osmund Kettleblack, even Moonboy... At midnight, the door behind the altar of the Father creaked open, and hundreds of monks lined up to offer their vows.Some wear silver silk robes and crystal crowns, these are archbishops; the lower monks wear crystals on belts around their necks, and gird their robes with colorful belts. .Walking out from behind the altar of the Virgin Mary were nuns in white, standing side by side in a row of seven, singing hymns in a low voice.The Silent Sisters came out from behind the Stranger's altar in a single file. These virgins who were companions of death were dressed in light gray robes, with their hoods pulled up and scarves wrapped around their eyes.Many ordinary monks also appeared in brown, brown, white or even undyed coarse cloth robes. They were tied around their waists with hemp ropes. Some of them hung small hammers representing blacksmiths around their necks, and some hung begging bowls. Those who came to offer their hearts paid no heed to Jaime. They paraded through the sanctuary and paid homage to the altar of the seven gods in turn to express their devotion to the seven-faced god.They offered sacrifices and sang hymns before each statue, the majesty and sweetness blended in harmony.James closed his eyes and listened, and when he opened his eyes, his body was shaking.I am really tired. It has been many years since his last vigil.At that time, I was very young, only fifteen years old.Back then he wore no armor, just a plain white tunic, and the sept where he kept vigil was less than a third the size of any of the seven chapels of the Great Sept of Baelor.Jaime laid the sword on the warrior's knee, heaped the armor at the warrior's feet, and knelt on the rough stone slab before the altar.When dawn came, his knee was swollen and bleeding. "It's a knight's business to shed blood, Jaime," Ser Arthur told him. "We defend our will with blood." The sword was so sharp that the light slap tore through Jaime's clothes, causing him to bleed again.But he didn't care, and his heart was full of ecstasy.Boys kneel down, knights stand up.A young lion, not a regicide. It's been too long, and the child is long dead. He didn't know when the wish ended, maybe he fell asleep standing up.After the monks and nuns left one after another, silence returned to the Great Cathedral.The bright candle flames are like a wall of starlight in the darkness, and the air is filled with an increasingly intense breath of death.Jaime moved his hands on the golden greatsword. Maybe Ser Loras should keep watch for me.This would disappoint Cersei.However, although the Knight of Hundred Flowers is almost still a child, arrogant and vain, he has the spirit of chivalry in his bones, and he will definitely leave a strong mark in the Bai Code in the future. When the vigil was over, Bai Dian would be waiting for him on the table, his pages silently making accusations.Damn, in the end, instead of writing a page full of lies, it's better to chop this broken book into pieces first.However, can he tell the truth without lying? A woman stood before him. It's raining again outside, looking at her wet body, he thought to himself.Rainwater trickled down her cloak and pooled at her feet.when did she come inI heard no sound.She was dressed as a tavern waiter, and wore a heavy brown cloak of rough cloth, which was stained and frayed at the edges.The hood concealed her face, but there was a candlelight dance in the emerald pools.He recognized her moving steps. "Cersei," James called slowly, as if waking up from a dream, not knowing where he was, "what time is it?" "Wolf," said the sister, pulling down her hood and grimacing, "belongs to the drowned wolf." She smiled at him, very sweetly. "Do you remember the first time I came to see you dressed like this? In some lousy hotel in Weasel Lane, I changed into servant's clothes to fool my father's guards." "I remember, it was Eel Lane." She asked me. "It's so late, why are you here? What do you want me to do?" His words swirled back and forth in the church, wanting me to want me to want me to want me to want me to want me to want me, gradually fading into whisper.At this time, he actually thought: If all she wants is the warmth of my arms. "Speak softly." Her tone was strange... panting, as if she was afraid of something. "James, Kevan rejected me. He doesn't want to be the Prime Minister, he...he knows about us and told me everything." "Refused?" James was taken aback. "How did he know? Perhaps he'd read Stannis's letters, but there was no evidence there..." "Tyrion knows," the sister reminded the younger brother, "God only knows how unscrupulous the dwarf will be... He's telling Uncle Kevan what he's talking about, and if he's talking to the High Septon... Don't forget, when the fat Septon dies, The successor's crystal crown was given by Tyrion. He probably knows all about it." Cersei moved closer. "You must be Tommen's Hand. I can't trust Mace Tyrell. Was he involved in the plot to kill his father? Did he conspire with Tyrion? The Imp is probably fleeing to Highgarden at this very moment ..." "impossible." "Be my Prime Minister," she pleaded, "and together we shall rule the Seven Kingdoms, like king and queen." "You are Robert's queen, and you don't want to marry me." "I would! Only I dare not. Our son—" "Tomen is not my son, and neither is Joffrey," he said stubbornly. "You made them Robert's sons." After hearing this, my sister flinched as if being whipped. "You swore you'd love me forever. It's not love to make me ask so hard." James could smell her fear, too, through the strong stench.All he wanted was to hug her and kiss her, to bury his face in her golden curls, promise to never let her get hurt...but not here, really not, he realized, not before the gods, before his father Do this in front of you. "No," he said, "I cannot promise you..." "But I need you, I need my other half." The downpour hit the high window. "You're me, I'm you. I want you to hold me, come into me, please, James, please!" James looked back, afraid that Lord Tywin would run out of the coffin because of his rage.Fortunately, my father was still a silent and cold corpse, slowly decomposing. "I was born for war, not for court—well, I can barely fight now." Cersei wiped the tears from her face with her rough brown sleeve. "Okay, okay, if you want to go to the battlefield, I will let you go." She pulled up her hood angrily. "I'm an idiot, to come to see you. I, an idiot, to have loved you!" Her distant footsteps echoed loudly, leaving little wet marks on the marble slab. When dawn came, James had no premonition.The vaulted glass gradually brightened, and suddenly seven rainbows of light flooded the walls, floors, and beams, bathing Lord Tywin's body.The hand of the former king was rotten very clearly.His face turned green, his eyes sunken deeply, forming two pitch-black holes, several small fissures appeared on his face, some kind of unpleasant white liquid seeped out from the joints of the brilliant red-gold armor, accumulating under his body It became a small pool. The monks entered first to make their morning vows.They sang, prayed, wrinkled their noses, and one of the archbishops nearly fainted and was carried out of the church.A group of acolytes hurried over to shake the incense burner, and the air was filled with smoke, as if a curtain had been cast over the coffin.The sweet mist could not be penetrated by the rainbow light, but the stench was still there, and a sense of corruption mingled with the scent, choking Jaime. The door opened, and the Tyrell family came first to show their worth.Margaery walked in the front with a large bouquet of golden roses in her hand, and placed them respectfully beside Lord Tywin's coffin, but she left a flower behind, holding it up just enough to cover her nose, and then solemnly returned to her seat .It turned out that this girl was both beautiful and smart, and she could be Tommen's queen, but she had to be guarded.Margaery's female companions followed her example. After everyone was seated, Cersei led Tommen through the door.Ser Osmund Kettleblack, in white enameled plate and white wool cloak, walked beside the Queen Mother and her son. "...so far as I know, she slept with Lancel, Osmond Kettleblack, and even Moonboy..." James had seen Kettleblack naked in the bathhouse. The man had a dark chest and thicker hair between his thighs.He tried to imagine Kettleblack on top of his sister, rough hair scraping soft breasts.She won't do it, the imp is lying.The golden and black fur were entangled with each other, dripping with sweat, and Kettleblack's narrow face shrank suddenly with each stroke.James heard his sister moan.No, he is lying. Cersei, red-eyed and pale, climbed the steps, knelt beside her father, and pushed Tommen down.The boy took one look at the dead Duke and tried to run away, but his mother quickly grabbed his wrist. "Pray quickly." She whispered, Tommen also worked hard, but he was only eight years old after all, and Lord Tywin's appearance was too terrifying.The king took a desperate breath and sobbed. "Stop!" Cersei yelled.Tommen turned his head and retched, and his crown fell off and rolled across the marble floor.The mother let go of her hand in disgust, and the king, involuntarily, ran towards the gate as fast as his eight-year-old legs could support. "Sir Osmond, please replace me for the time being." James ordered immediately - Kettleblack was busy picking up the crown.He handed the golden greatsword to the opponent, and rushed out to catch up with the king.In the Hall of Lights, he overtook his son, and a dozen or so nuns stared at them in amazement. "I'm sorry," Tommen cried, "I'll do it tomorrow. Mother says the king should look like a king, but it stinks in there." Not here, how many eyes and ears are watching us. "Go for a walk, Your Majesty." James led the child outside the church.It was a rare clear and fresh day in King's Landing, and more than forty gold-cloaked guards were deployed around the square to guard the horses and sedan chairs.He led the King far away, away from all eyes and ears, and seated the child on the marble ladder. "I'm not afraid," insisted the boy, "it's just the stench that makes me sick. Don't you feel sick? How did you bear it, uncle, ser?" I've smelled the rotten right hand of my own, which Wag Hoot hangs around my neck. "An upright man can put up with anything," James told his son.I have smelled the roasting of men, and King Aerys cooks men and armor over great fires. "It's a horrible world, Tommen. You can fight them, laugh at them, or ignore them...into yourself." Tommen thought for a moment. "I... I can usually do what I want," he admitted, "like when Giovanni..." "Joffrey," Cersei appeared in front of the father and son, and Shuofeng pulled the long skirt on her feet, "your brother's name is Joffrey. He never disappoints me." "I don't want to disappoint you. I'm not afraid, mother, it's just that grandpa smells too bad..." "You think I smell good? I also have a nose!" She grabbed his ears and grabbed him, "Lord Tyrell also has a nose, but did he lose his composure and vomit in the sacred hall? Maggot Did Miss Li cry like a baby?" James stood up quickly, "Cersei, that's enough." She flared her nostrils. "Ser? What are you doing here? If I remember correctly, you swore to keep a vigil for your father until a funeral is arranged." "Damn it, don't talk about it. Besides, my father's funeral must be brought forward. Take a look at his body." "No. Seven days and seven nights, you promise to be good. The Kingsguard should know how to count. Add two to the number on your fingers, and that's seven." At this time, the nobles also flocked to the square to escape from the stinking church. "Cersei, keep your voice down," Jaime warned, "Lord Tyrell is coming." Suddenly she came to her senses and pulled Tommen aside.Mace Tyrell bowed before the queen mother and son. “国王陛下没事吧，他还好吗？” “国王陛下悲伤得难以自禁。”瑟曦解释。 “我们大家不都一样？若能为陛下分忧……” 头顶高处，有只乌鸦厉声尖叫，然后停在贝勒王的雕像上，踩着那颗神圣的头颅。“您可以为托曼分忧，大人，”詹姆道，“比如等晚祷结束后，陪陛下哀痛的母亲共进晚餐。” 瑟曦狠狠地瞪了他一眼，但这回她至少懂得闭上嘴巴。 “共进晚餐？”这提议出乎提利尔的意料，“我以为……当然，我们很荣幸，我和我夫人会准时前来。” 太后勉强笑笑，挤出几句恭维话。但等提利尔刚离开，而托曼被亚当·马尔布兰爵士护送走之后，她顿时朝詹姆发作，“你喝醉了还是没睡醒，爵士先生？说说，我凭什么要跟那贪婪的痴呆及他幼稚的老婆共进晚餐？”一阵风吹动她黄金的鬈发。“我决不会任命他为首相，如果你打的是这个算盘——” “你需要提利尔，”詹姆打断瑟曦，“但不需要他留在都城。让他去为托曼攻打风息堡吧，拿出你的魅力，奉承他，告诉他你需要他带兵打仗，需要他代替父亲的位置。梅斯梦想在战场上证明自己。无论他最终把风息堡献上，还是大败亏输、灰溜溜地逃回来，你都是赢家。” “风息堡？”瑟曦满腹思量，“好是好，可……提利尔大人挑明了，在托曼与玛格丽成亲之前，他不会离开君临。” 詹姆叹口气，“那就赶紧让他们成亲啊。距离托曼能把这桩婚姻圆满还有很多年，在此之前，他们的结合是不算数的，随时可以撤销。把这桩虚伪的婚姻赐予提利尔，换得他鞍前马后地卖命，实在划算。” 一丝浅笑爬过姐姐的脸庞。“对，围城很危险，”她喃喃道，“我们的高庭公爵很可能有个三长两短。” “那是自然，”詹姆续道，“尤其……这是他第二次攻打风息堡……假如他碍不住面子，企图强攻城门的话……” 瑟曦与詹姆对视良久。“知道吗？”她评论道，“这回你听起来像极了父亲。”