Chapter 33 Chapter Thirty-Three Cersei

"A thousand long ships!" The little queen's uncombed brown hair was disheveled over her shoulders, and under the light of the fire, her face was flushed, as if she had just escaped from the embrace of a man. "Your Majesty, you must hit them hard!" Her excited words shook the beams and echoed in the huge throne room. Cersei felt her anger rise as she sat high on the gold and crimson cushions beneath the Iron Throne.Must, she thought, she actually said "must" to me.The Queen Mother wanted to stand up and slap the Tyrell girl.She should have knelt down and cried for my help.She actually said "must" to Her Majesty the Queen Mother Regent!

"A thousand longships?" Ser Harris Swyfer was still asleep. "Must be mistaken. No lord has a thousand ships." "I think some fool doubled the amount because of a fright," suggested Orton Merryweather, "or the vassals of Tyrell deliberately lied to avoid the crime of falling." On the dark wall, the torch swayed, causing the twisted shadow of the Iron Throne to extend half of the hall, and the bottom of the hall was invisible.Cersei felt shadows closing in on her.My enemies are everywhere and my friends are idiots.Just look at the important ministers, except for Cobain and Oren Weishui, everyone else looks sleepy.Not long ago, Margaret's messenger knocked on the door one by one, woke them up, and brought them here without thinking.

Outside the hall, the night was dark, and the castle and city were still asleep.Although Boros Braun and Malintelin were standing here, their minds were muddled, and even Osmund Kettleblack yawned openly.But not Loras, our Knight of Flowers is alert.He stood behind his little sister like a pale shadow with a long sword hanging from his waist. "Even if the number is halved, it will still be as high as 500 ships, my lord," Wei Shui pointed out to Merry Weiss, "A fleet of 500 long ships is no joke, only the power of Qingting Island can against it." "What about our new galleon?" Ser Harris asked suspiciously. "The ironborn's longships are no match for galleons, are they? Remember King Robert's Hammer was the greatest warship in Westeros... ..."

"Of course she is," Weishui admitted, "Sweet Cersei is not inferior, and the Duke of Tywin, once completed, will be equal to the size of the first two combined. But the galleon is only half completed so far, and the crew is not complete. Even if they were prepared, the difference in numbers was too great. In naval battles, ordinary long ships cannot compete with warships, but don't forget, the enemy also has large ships. King Balon's Great Ocean Monster and some of the Iron Island fleet The ships are purpose-built for sea control and not for plunder, and they rival our smaller galleys in speed and strength, with better sailors and captains. After all, the Ironborn They have lived their lives at sea."

When Balon Greyjoy rebelled, Robert should have swept his Isles clean, Sesha thought. He had destroyed their fleets, burned their villages, and shattered their castles. When they bowed their knees, he lifted them up with his own hands.He should have built a new island out of skulls.Her father would do that. Robert only wanted to keep the peace. He didn't have the guts to be a king. "Since Dagon Greyjoy, no Ironborn of the Seastone has dared to plunder the Reach," said the queen. "How are they so bold now? Who gave them such boldness?" "It's their new king," Qyburn said with his hands hidden in his sleeves, "King Balon's younger brother, nicknamed the Crow's Eye."

"The crows will feast on corpses and dying men and animals," said Grand Master Pycelle, "but they dare not disturb the healthy. This Euron king will plunder the gold and silver treasures, but when we send troops, we will return to Pike , The same is true of the former King Dagon." "You're so wrong," declared Margaery Tyrell, "the Marauders have never been stronger. A thousand longships! They're out in force! Lord Hewitt, Lord Chester, and West Lord Rey's eldest son and heir were killed, Desiree himself fled back to Highgarden with the few remaining ships, and Lord Green was imprisoned in his castle. Vilas said that the King of the Iron Islands had installed four new lords to come. Rule over conquered lands."

Vilas, Cersei thought, the cripple.It's all his fault.Goofy Mestyrell handed over the defense of the Reach to an incompetent wretch. "It's a long journey from the Iron Islands to the Shield Islands," she pointed out. "How can a thousand longships show up without anyone noticing?" "Villas thinks they didn't drive by the coast," Margaery explained, "but away from the mainland, deep into the sea of ​​the setting sun, and finally came straight from the west." Most likely it was because the disabled didn't arrange the observation measures on the coast, so they prevaricated like this when the incident happened, and the little queen was just trying to excuse her brother.Thinking of this, Cersei couldn't help but feel her lips dry. I like the golden wine of the Arbor Isle. If the Ironmen's next goal is the Arbor Isle, the whole country will soon be thirsty. "Stannis must have had something to do with it, Balon Greyjoy asked my father for an alliance, maybe his brother turned to Stannis..."

Pycelle frowned. "What can Lord Stannis get out of this..." "Another point of mutual foothold, plus a lot of looting riches. Stannis needs gold to keep his mercenaries, and a raid west will distract us from Dragonstone and Storm's End." Lord Merryweather nodded in agreement. "Yes, it was a feint. Stannis is more cunning than we expected, and His Majesty is aware of all his schemes." "Lord Stannis is desperately trying to win the support of the North," Pycelle questioned. "An alliance with the Iron Islands is completely different..."

"That means the Northmen are not fooled by him," Cersei interrupted, wondering how a learned old man could be so stupid. "Look, Lord Manderly chopped off the Onion Knight's head and hands, as the Freys have witnessed, and half a dozen other northern lords have fallen to Lord Bolton. An enemy's enemy is a friend. Stannis seeks no iron." Who else could he turn to if he had the help of the people and the savages, the two old enemies of the northerners? But he would be a fool if he thought I would step into his trap." The queen turned to the young man. queen. "The Shield Islands are located in the Reach. Green, Siri and others are all vassals who have sworn allegiance to the High Court. It is the High Court's job to fight the invasion."

"Highgarden will attack, of course," Margaery Tyrell replied. "Veras has urgently notified Lord Leighton Hightower to defend Oldtown. Island. However, the elite of our army is under the command of my lord father, and we must deliver a message to Storm's End, immediately." "Remove the siege?" Cersei didn't care about Margaery's appeal, what she cared about was the word "immediately".Did she take me for her maid? "It's in Lord Stannis' arms. Didn't you listen to me, ma'am? He's trying to distract us from Dragonstone and Storm's End, by attacking this pile of stones . . . "

"Stones?" Margaery said angrily, "Your Majesty said they were stones?" The Knight of Flowers stretched out a hand and pressed his sister's shoulder. "Your Majesty, you don't know. With this pile of 'stones' as a base, the ironmen can go directly to Old Town and Arbor Island. Starting from the fortress on the Shield Islands, longships can also go straight to the Mander River and go deep into the Reach. Hearts—that's what they did in ancient times. If strong enough, they could threaten even Highgarden." "Really?" asked the Queen Mother innocently. "If so, then your valiant brothers should act quickly to clear them from this pile of stones." "Without enough ships, how can His Majesty's wishes be fulfilled?" Ser Loras said, "In two weeks, Vilas and Garland can gather ten thousand soldiers, and in a month, the number can be doubled. But Your Majesty has learned that no matter how many people there are, they will not be able to cross the sea." "The Mander flows under Highgarden," Cersei reminded her, "and your homestead stretches thousands of leagues along the coast. Are there no fishermen by the sea? Are there no yachts, ferries, warships, and galleys on the river?" "There are many, many," Ser Loras admitted. "Combining them together, it should not be difficult to carry an army over such a short distance." "When our army has crossed 'such a short distance', if the longships of the ironmen attack this beggar fleet, may I ask Your Majesty, how should we resist it?" Better to drown them all, Cersei thought. "Highgarden has plenty of money to hire fleets from across the Narrow Sea." "You mean the pirates of Myr and Lys?" Loras said contemptuously. "Scum of the Free Cities?" He was as arrogant and defiant as his sister. "Unfortunately, we all have to deal with 'scum' from time to time," she suggested in a sweet, spiteful tone. "Maybe you have a better way?" "The fleet on Arbor Island is capable of driving the ironborn out of the mouth of the Mander River, and protecting my brothers' troops from attacking across the sea. I implore your majesty, send a message to Dragonstone, and order Lord Redwyne to return immediately." At least he knew how to say "please".Pikestredwyne had two hundred warships, and five times as many merchant ships, wine ships, trade galleys, and whalers.But now Redwyne was stationed under Dragonstone, and most of the ships were blockading it and moving the army across Blackwater to take the castle.Another detachment is patrolling Shipbreaker Bay to the south to prevent Storm's End from getting supplies from the sea. Auryn Weishui was the first to oppose Sir Loras's opinion, "If Lord Redwynn leads the fleet back, how will we solve the problem of the provision of our officers and soldiers on Dragonstone Island? How can we ensure that there are no ships on Arbor Island?" The siege of Storm's End is flawless?" "The siege can be tightened later, wait—" Cersei didn't let him finish, "Storm's End is a hundred times more important than the so-called Shield Islands, and Dragonstone... as long as Dragonstone is in the hands of Stannis Baratheon, it is as if it is hanging in the air." A dagger at my son's throat. No, we will not be able to let Lord Redwyne and his fleet go home until the castle falls." Before the words finished, the Queen stood up, "It is useless to speak. Master Pycelle, there is something else to do. ?" The old man came back to himself, as if her words had just awakened him from his youthful dreams, but before he could speak, he saw Loras striding forward, walking so firmly and swiftly that Cersei was on the alert. Back in a hurry.She was about to summon Sir Osmond to come and protect her, but the Knight of Flowers knelt before her. "Your Majesty, please allow me to retake Dragonstone." His sister put her hand over her mouth. "No, Loras, no." Sir Loras ignored Margaery's protest, "It will take at least half a year to subdue Dragonstone Island with hunger - Lord Paxter is planning to do so. Let me lead the whole army, Your Majesty, after half a month, the castle will be yours I'm going to dig through it even with my bare hands." Cersei hadn't received such a gift since Sansa Stark came to tell Eddard Stark's plans.She was very happy to see that Margaery's face was completely pale. "I am suffocated by your courage, Ser Loras," Cersei said approvingly. "Master Verwater, are any of our new galleys fit to go to sea?" "The Sweet Cersei is ready, Your Majesty, she is a swift ship, and as strong as you are, Your Majesty." "Very well. Let the Sweet Cersei take our Knight of Flowers to Dragonstone immediately. Ser Loras, I give you the command of the whole army, and you must swear to me: Return to Tommen at Dragonstone You will never come back until Your Majesty." "I promise, Your Majesty the Queen Mother." He stood up. Cersei kissed him on both cheeks, kissed his sister too, and whispered in her ear, "You have a brave brother." But Margaery didn't answer, either out of anger or fear, she said nothing. Not exported. With dawn still a long way off, Cersei leaves through the King's Gate behind the Iron Throne.Ser Osmond went first with the torch, and Qyburn at her side.The Imperial Master Paicell tried to catch up. "Wait, Your Majesty," he said breathlessly, "the young man is self-righteous and thinks only of the glory of battle, not of the danger involved. Ser Loras . . . he will pay for his audacity. Attack The walls of Dragonstone..." "...that's really brave." "Yes, yes, very brave, but..." "I have no doubt that our Knight of Flowers will be the first to climb the walls of Dragonstone." And hopefully the first to fall, too.The measles-faced bastard Stannis had left behind to defend the castle was not some tourney champion, but an experienced and murderous officer.If the gods were good, he would give the honorable end Ser Loras could only dream of.The kid could also be drowned.There was another storm in the bay last night, and it was violent. Within a few hours, the downpour was like a black curtain, covering the sky and the earth.Isn't that sad?Drowning, thought the Queen with great interest, is the most gross way to die, and since Ser Loras desires glory as a true man desires a woman, the gods let him die in the sea, and no song will be sung about him. what! Besides, no matter how the boy ended up on Dragonstone, the queen was the winner.If Loras took the castle, he would have plucked out the thorn in her side, and dealt a severe blow to Stannis; if he could not, the Lion would have rightfully humiliated the Rose—and nothing tarnishes an idol's reputation like failure.Even if he came back scarred and honored, Ser Osney would be the one to comfort his sister's grief when he returned to save the Shield. The smile could no longer be suppressed.Cersei let out a laugh that echoed down the corridor. "Your Majesty," the Grand Master Paicell blinked his eyes inexplicably, his drooping lips could not be closed, "why...why are you laughing?" "Why else," she had to say, "I'd be moved to tears if I didn't laugh. Oh, our Ser Loras is so brave, my heart trembles with admiration." She bid farewell to Grand Master Pycelle before the spiral staircase.This old immortal is even more useless than before, the queen mother decided.All Pycelle had been doing lately was annoying her with endless admonitions and objections.He even objected to the new understanding she had reached with the archbishop, staring at her with wet, cloudy eyes and spitting on history when the Queen Mother asked him to draft legal texts.Cersei could only interrupt, "King Maegor went to the grave hundreds of years ago, and his pardon should have gone to the grave long ago," the queen mother said firmly, "It's Tommen's world now, and mine." Why not let him rot in a dark cell? "After Ser Loras' death, His Majesty will choose a suitable person to fill the seat of the Kingsguard." Lord Qyburn said kindly as he crossed the dry moat to Maegor's Tower. "A stately man," she agreed, "a man young and quick and strong enough for Tommen to forget Loras entirely. A little valor is good, but the man's mind isn't full." The follies of some knights. Do you have any such candidates?" "Ah, I'm sorry, not yet," Cobain admitted. "I'm thinking of another warrior. He doesn't have the appearance of grandeur, but he has absolute loyalty to you. He will stop at nothing to protect your son and destroy Your enemy, guards your secrets, and no living man can match him." "Is that so? Words are like the wind. It's too exaggerated. Well, when you can present this role model, we'll see if he's good enough." "I swear, people will write a song about him someday," said Qybain with enthusiasm in his wrinkled eyes. "Is there any progress on the armor thing, Your Majesty?" "I told the weapon master your request, and he thought I was going crazy. He explained to me that wearing such heavy plate armor, no one would be able to move, let alone fight." Cersei warned with her eyes that there was no necklace bachelor. "You dare to play me, and you will die screaming in the future, understand, huh?" "I understand very well, Your Majesty the Queen Mother." "Very well, you are not allowed to say a word about this matter." "The Empress Dowager is wise. In the Red Castle, the walls have ears." "Yes," said Cersei, even in her own room at night, hearing strange voices.It's just a rat in the wall, she comforted herself, that's all. There was a candle burning by the bed, but the fireplace was out and there was no side light, and it was cold.Cersei stripped off her clothes and slid into the blankets, letting her dresses pile on the floor.Tanya moved on the bed. "Your Majesty," she whispered, "what time is it?" "Owl hour." Cersei was often alone, but she had never liked sleeping alone.At first, she slept with James, when they were young, and they were so similar in appearance that no one could tell them apart; later, after they separated, she had many bedmates and maids, most of whom were girls of her own age. , the daughter of her father's knights and vassals.No one really pleases her, and few even stay with her for long.How could a bunch of nervous little guys, teary-eyed, dull, telling silly stories, take James' place?But then again, in the dark night deep in Casterly Rock, she would welcome their warmth.How cold it is to have an empty bed. It was harder to bear in King's Landing.Wang's house was full of cold air, and her terrible ex-husband died inside this mask.Robert Baratheon I, and may there never be a II, may the dull, drunken brute weep in hell.Tanya also provides warmth without forcing her legs apart.Recently, Tanya gradually spent more time in bed with the Queen Mother than with Mrs. Merryweather, and Orton didn't seem to care much...or, he knew to shut up. "When I woke up, you disappeared, I was very worried." Mrs. Merry Weiss murmured, she sat up leaning on the pillow, the sheet was tangled around her waist, "Is something wrong?" "No," said Cersei, "everything is under control. Ser Loras is sailing to Dragonstone tomorrow morning to take the castle, liberate the Redwyne fleet, and prove himself a man." The Woman of Myr was told exactly what happened under the shifting shadow of the Iron Throne. "Without her gallant brother, our little queen would be quite naked. Of course, she has guards with her, but I have encountered their captain of guards a few times in the city. He is a chattering old man. A squirrel, you know, a squirrel will run away from a lion. He dare not defy the authority of the Iron Throne." "Margery may have been aided by others," Mrs. Maryweiss reminded, "She has made many friends in the palace, and she and her cousins ​​also have many admirers." "A few admirers won't do much," Cersei said. "My concern is the army at Storm's End..." "What are you going to do, Your Majesty?" "Why are you asking this?" The other party's question was a bit sharp, not to Cersei's taste. "I hope you are not going to collect my random thoughts and report them to our little queen?" "No way. Do you think I'm Serena?" Cersei is still annoyed at the mention of Serena.She repaid my kindness with betrayal.Sansa Stark did the same, just like Mela Yahusband and the fat Jenny Farman before - back then, all three of them were little girls, and it wasn't for them, I wouldn't have entered that The tent will never allow "Toad" Wu Ji to suck a drop of my blood to predict my future. "I will be very sorry if you betray my trust, Tanya. I will have no choice but to hand you over to Lord Qyburn when the time comes, though I know I will weep for it." "And I will never give you a reason to cry, Your Majesty. If I do something I shouldn't do, I just need a word from you, and I will immediately voluntarily dedicate myself to Lord Qyburn. I just want to be close to you, serve you, and satisfy you." All your needs." "What kind of reward do you want for this service?" "Nothing. Your happiness is my happiness." Tanya rolled over and approached her, her olive skin glowing in the candlelight, and her breasts were larger than the Queen Mother's, with huge nipples at the top, as black as coal.She's younger than me and her tits haven't drooped yet.Cersei doesn't know what it's like to kiss her - not a soft kiss on the face, not a lady's etiquette - Tanya's lips are so full; Cersei doesn't know what it's like to suck her tits , she wanted to turn the Myr woman over, spread her legs, and fuck her like a man.It was what he did when Robert was drunk, when she couldn't comfort him with her hands and her mouth. Those were the worst nights when she just lay helpless under him and let him have his lust.He stinks of wine in his mouth and moans like a wild boar, and most of the time when he's satisfied he rolls over and goes to sleep, before his seeds dry on her lap he snores and leaves her alone Pained at night, my legs were bruised, and even my breasts were bloodied.The only time he ever got her wet was their wedding night. As a newlywed, Robert had been handsome indeed, tall and big and powerful, but his hair was thick, charcoal black, as was the hair on his chest and on his phallus.He was not the one who came back from the Trident, the queen thought whenever the king tried to sow the seeds.In the first few years, when they had so much copulation, she would close her eyes and imagine that he was Rhaegar.She couldn't imagine that he was James: Robert and James were totally different, opposites, with distinct tastes. The nights were not happy for Robert, either.By morning, he'd forgotten all about it—or so he made himself believe.Once, in the first year of their marriage, Cersei had woken up with a few complaints. "You hurt me," she protested, and he was decently ashamed. "It's not my fault, ma'am," he murmured sullenly, like a kid caught stealing apples from the kitchen, "it's the wine, too much." He took a dime of wine, but before it could reach her lips, Cersei took her glass and slammed it so hard that it broke a tooth.Years later, at banquets, he was still explaining to others that his teeth had been knocked out in jousting.Yes, our marriage is a contest, she thought, and he was telling the truth. Everything else is a lie.From his eyes, she was sure, he knew very well what he had done that night, but he was just pretending not to remember.It's easier to act recklessly than to suffer the consequences.Deep down, Robert Baratheon is undeniably a coward.As time passed, he possessed her less and less often, from at least once every half a month in the first year to almost once a year before he died.But he never completely gave up possessing her.Sooner or later, there would be a night when he would break in drunk, proclaiming his rights as a husband.The reasons that shamed him during the day gave him the greatest excitement and pleasure at night. "Your Majesty," Tanya Merryweather said, "Your expression is not quite right, are you uncomfortable?" "I, I'm just... just reminiscing," she replied with a dry throat, reluctantly, "You are my good friend, Tanya, I haven't had a real friend for a long, long time..." There is a knock on the door. here we go again?The eager beating made her tremble. Another thousand longships are coming to attack us?She put on her nightgown and opened the door. "Excuse me for disturbing you, Your Majesty," reported the guard, "Mrs. Stokeworth is below, and urgently seeks an audience." "Now?" cried Cersei. "Has Falyse gone mad? Tell her I'm tired, tell her just say the people of the Shield Islands were slaughtered and I spent most of the night on business and tell her to come back tomorrow." Find me." The guard hesitated, "Your Majesty, please allow me to say, she...she is not quite right, if Your Majesty understands what I mean." Cersei frowned. She thought Faris had come to announce Bronn's death. "Okay, I'll change my clothes first. Take her to the study and wait." Seeing this, Mrs. Merry Weiss got up and wanted to go with her, but was stopped by the Queen Mother. "No, you stay. One of us must rest. I'll be back soon." Mrs. Faris's face was swollen and bruised, her eyes were red from crying, her lower lip was torn, and her torn clothes were dirty and messy. "By gods," Cersei strode into the study and closed the door, "what happened to your face?" Faris seemed deaf to her question, "He killed him!" she trembled, "Mother of Mercy, he...he..." She began to cry, shaking violently. Cersei poured a glass of wine and handed it to the weeping woman, "Drink it. Wine calms you down, drink it. Drink more. Now, don't cry, tell me what happened?" It took a full jug of wine for the queen mother to coax this sad story out of Falisi's mouth intermittently.She didn't know whether to laugh or get angry. "One on one duel," the queen repeated.Doesn't the Seven Kingdoms have a friend they can rely on?Am I the only sane person in all of Westeros? "You say Sir Balmain fought Bronn one-on-one?" "He said it was—a duel. He said the lance was the weapon of a cavalry-knight, and Bo-Bron wasn't really a knight. Balmain said he'd dismount Bronn and stun— -Dizzy—get rid of the fainted mercenary." Yes, Bronn is not a real knight, he is a battle-tested killer.Your idiot husband killed himself. "Perfect plan, what went wrong?" "Bo-Bron directly pierced Balmain's poor sit-si-mount with his lance. Balmain, he...his leg fell and broke. He screamed and asked for mercy..." Mercenaries have no mercy, Cersei thought. "I asked you to arrange a hunting accident. A stray arrow, a fallen horse, an angry wild boar . Faris still turned a deaf ear and said to herself: "I rushed to my Balmain, and the mercenary, soldier, soldier slapped me. He asked my husband to confess—thousand—repent. Balmain cried out for Master Franken went to help, but mercenaries, soldiers, soldiers, soldiers..." "Repentance?" Cersei didn't like the word. "Our brave Ser Balmain didn't say anything, I suppose." "Bronn stabbed him in the eye with a dagger, and told me to get out of Stokeworth before dark, or go through mine too. He said he was going to send me to Wey-Way- —Guards, if any of them want me. I ordered the arrest of Bronn, and one of his knights asked me to respect Lord Stokeworth. He called the mercenary 'Lord Stokeworth'! Faris grabbed Cersei's hand desperately. "Your Majesty, make me my lord, my lord! Give me a hundred knights! And crossbowmen, so I can take back the castle. Stokeworth is mine by right! They won't even let me take it away Some dresses! Bronn says they are his wife's now, all my silks—silk and velvet." What's the point, tell me to grab your broken wardrobe back.Her Majesty withdrew her fingers from the other's damp hands. "I asked you to put out a candle for the king, and you overturned the wildfire jar for me. Did your brainless Balmain say my name at all? Tell me, tell me no." Faris licked her lips. "He...he's in pain, his leg is broken. Bronn said he could give him mercy if...y-yes, my poor mother-mother-mother will something happen to her?" I think she's dead. "What do you think?" The Countess of Tanda is probably dead, and Bronn will not take care of the old lady with a broken pelvis. "You must help me. Where shall I go? What shall I do?" You should marry Moonboy, Cersei almost blurted out, he's as big a fool as your ex-husband.From a realistic point of view, at this time, she does not want to start a war at the gates of King's Landing. “Sisters of Silence welcome widows,” she advises, “who live a life of indifference, a life of prayer, contemplation, and good deeds, bringing comfort to the living and peace to the dead.” And they don’t talk nonsense.The Queen Mother did not allow the other party to spread dangerous stories in the Seven Kingdoms. Faris was still talking to herself: "Everything we do is to serve Your Majesty. 'Loyalty is my pride', you promised..." "I remember," Cersei forced a smile, "and you stay, my lady, until we figure out how to get the castle back for you. Let me pour you another glass of wine to help you sleep. You can see, You are weary and sad. My poor dear Faris, drink and rest." While the guests were indulging in their cups, Cersei opened the door and summoned her maid.She told Dorkasha to send for Lord Qyburn at once, and sent Jocelyn Swyfer to the kitchen, "for bread and cheese, a meat pie, some apples, and wine. We're thirsty." Cobain arrived before the food was served.After drinking three glasses of wine, Faris gradually stabilized her mood, although she would suddenly start sobbing again and again from time to time.The queen took Qyburn aside and told him of Sir Balmain's folly. "I can't have Faris going around town talking nonsense. Her grief is messing with her mind. Do you need a woman to do your... work?" "Need it, Your Majesty, the puppet is consumed quickly." "Take her away, do whatever you want, once she enters the dark cell...do you need me to remind you?" "No need, Your Majesty, I fully understand." "Very well." Cersei put on her smile again, "Dear Faris, Master Qyburn is here, and he will take good care of you." "Oh," Faris replied vaguely, "oh, that's great." After the door closed, Cersei poured herself another glass of wine. "I'm surrounded by morons but enemies," she said to herself.She couldn't even trust her own blood relatives, not even James, who had been her other half before.He was supposed to be my sword and shield, my strong arm, why didn't he just obey me, and insisted on annoying me? But Bronn was not a question of annoyed or not.She'd never really believed that the mercenaries would take in imps, and that her misshapen brother wouldn't let Norris name the baby after him—that would surely attract the queen's attention.Yes, Mrs. Merry Weiss was right in her analysis.The farce was the mercenary's own idea, and she could picture haughty Bronn drinking with a contemptuous smile as he watched his red-hot stepson suck on Norris' swollen nipple.Smile, Ser Bronn, and enjoy your retarded wife and stolen castle while there is still time.When the time comes, I'll swat you like a fly and let you die screaming.If the Knight of Flowers survives Dragonstone, maybe I should use him for a flyswatter.How sweet, Gods be blessed, to teach him to die together, like twin brothers Ser Erik and Ser Alec.As for Stokeworth... well, she's had enough of Stokeworth, whatever. When they returned to the bedroom, Tanya had already fallen asleep, and the Queen Mother was drowsy.I drink too much and sleep too little, she told herself, and it's a good thing I don't wake up twice a night with bad news.At least I can get up.It would be difficult for Robert to wake up, let alone give orders.Not to throw all the trouble on Jon Arryn.Cersei was in a good mood to think that she was a better monarch than Robert. The sky outside the window had brightened, and Cersei sat on the edge of the bed, listening to Mrs. Merryweather's soft breathing and watching her breasts rise and fall.Did she dream of the Myrmen?The Queen Mother thought, dreaming of that dangerous lover with the scarred face and black hair who could not refuse?She was sure that it was not Lord Orton that Tanya dreamed of. Cersei took the woman's breasts, very softly at first, almost effortlessly, just feeling the warmth in her hands, the skin soft as satin.Then she gave a little squeeze, pressing her thumbnail against the big black nipple, back and forth, back and forth, until the tit was hard.She raised her eyes. Tanya was awake. "Is it comfortable?" asked the Queen Mother. "Yes." Mrs. Marilyweiss answered. "What about this one?" Cersei squeezed hard towards the nipple, first lengthening it, then rubbing it between her fingers. The Mir woman gasped in pain, "You hit hard." "It's the wine, too much. I drank a jug at supper and another with the widow of Stokeworth. I must drink with her to calm her down," began the Queen Mother Playing with Tanya's other nipple, she tugged until the Myr woman moaned again. "I am your queen, and that is my right." "Yes, do what you want." Tanya's hair was as dark as Robert's, as was between her legs.Cersei reached down and found that he was soaking wet - Robert's place was always rough and dry. “求您，”密尔女人说，“继续啊，我的女王。您想怎么做就怎么做，我是您的人。” 然而她并不兴奋。她感觉不到劳勃在晚上疯狂地骑她时所体验的激情。没有，真的没有。坦妮娅不一样。密尔女人的两个乳头涨成了两颗硕大的黑珍珠，私处湿漉漉地冒出热气。劳勃会喜欢上你的，哪怕只是一个钟头。太后将一根手指伸进密尔女人的沼泽地，接着是另一根，两根手指缓缓运动。但等他在你体内射出来，就连你的名字也不记得了。跟女人做爱会不会比跟劳勃做更痛快？ 陛下，你可知道？你的千万个孩子凋零在我掌心，她边想边将第三根手指插进密尔女人的私处，当你呼呼大睡毫无知觉时，我从脸上舔光你的儿子，那些黏糊糊、白净净的小王子们啊，我一个接一个地捏死。你尽可以伸张你的权利，陛下，但在黑暗中我吃光了你的继承人。坦妮娅开始发抖，用异国的语言含含糊糊说了一大堆，接着又继续颤抖，这回她弓起背，大声尖叫。她听来就像被刺穿了似的，太后觉得，她开始幻想自己的手指是野猪的獠牙，将这密尔女人从裆下到咽喉撕成两半。 她还是兴奋不起来。 除了詹姆，没人能让她兴奋。 当她收手时，坦妮娅一把抓住，亲吻她的指头。“可爱的女王陛下，我能取悦您吗？”她把手滑进瑟曦的下体，触摸太后的私处，“我的爱，请你告诉我，我能为你做些什么？” “别碰我。”瑟曦翻过身去，抓起睡袍，盖住颤抖的身躯。曙光已现，寒意渐褪。很快就是黎明，所有的一切都将被遗忘。 它们从未发生过。