Chapter 40 Chapter Forty Cersei

Grand Maester Pycelle had been an old man when she first met him, but the past three nights had made him seem a hundred years older.Before her, he bent his creaking knees slowly and tremblingly, unable to rise without Ser Osmond's help. Cersei looked at him in disgust, "Lord Qyburn told me that Lord Gyles died of a cough?" "Yes, Sire, I did my best to ease his pain." "Is that so?" the Queen turned to Mrs. Marilyweiss. "I said 'no' to Rosby's death, did I not?" "Yes, Your Majesty." "Sir Osmond, do you remember?"

"Your Majesty, you ordered Pai Xier to rescue him, and we all heard it." Pycelle opened and closed his mouth, "Your Majesty, you have to understand that I did everything I could for that poor man..." "As to Joffrey? As to his father, my dear husband? Robert was the strongest man in the Seven Kingdoms, and you let him die at the hand of the boar. Oh, don't forget Joan Ern Arryn, there is no doubt that if I put Ned Stark in your care, you would kill him. Tell me, Grand Maester, did you only learn how to wring hands and how to apologize in the Academy City? ?” Her questioning made the old man shrink back, "No one can do more, Your Majesty, I... I have always been loyal, obedient, and serving."

"Loyalty? Loyalty means coaxing King Aerys to open the city gate when my lord father is approaching the city?" "me……" "Is that your faithful advice?" "Your Majesty, you are very clear that at that time..." "What I know is that you were as useless as Yuetong when my son was poisoned to death! What I know is that you let our treasury manager die when the treasury needs money most!" The old stupid pig caught her words. "I... I can make a list and recommend others to replace Mr. Gales." "The list?" Cersei found it amusing. "I can imagine your list. It's just white beards, greedy pigs—and fat gals, right?" She pursed her lips together. "Recently, you've been to Margaret's too many times."

"Yes, yes, I... Queen Margaery was worried about Sir Loras, and almost went crazy. I prepared sleeping pills and... other medicines for Your Majesty." "Of course, tell me, did our little queen instigate you to poison Earl Gyles?" "Poison—poison?" Grand Maester Pycelle's eyes widened like boiled eggs, "Your Majesty, how could you... Gods be good. His asthma has been a problem for many years, and I... Your Majesty... She There is absolutely no malice towards Lord Gyles...Why does Queen Margaery want him..." "...to kill him? Simple, she'll do anything to put a new piece in Tommen's conclave. Are you blind or bought? Rosby gets in her way and she strikes Squeezed him to death, under your connivance."

"Your Majesty, I swear to God, Lord Gyles died of coughing, and the cause of death is not surprising." His lips trembled as he spoke, "I have always been to the king, to the kingdom...to Lannister The family is loyal." Is this the order in your heart?She had frightened Pycelle into a fool, the fruit was ripe, and it was time to squeeze the juice. "If that's what you claim, then why are you still lying to me? Needless to say, you began to attend this 'virgin' Margaery's ball long before Ser Loras went to Dragonstone, oh, please Save the time of making up stories, and don't tell me anything to comfort my grieving daughter-in-law. What do you mean when you go to the Virgin's House every day? What do you and Margaery have to talk about? You're messing with her pockmarked nun. Have you fallen in love? Or have you taken a fancy to our little Bulwe? Have you become her informant and watched my every move for her?"

"I... I just did as I was told. Maesters swore to serve..." "A bachelor must serve the country." "Your Majesty, she...she is the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms..." "I am the queen mother." "I mean... she's the king's wife, and..." "I know who she is. I just want to know what she wants you to do, what's wrong with her?" "Uncomfortable?" The old man touched his beard—it was just a few thin clumps of white hair growing out of the creased pink skin under his chin. "She's not--not well, Your Majesty, it's not like that. My oath forbids me to divulge..."

"Your vows will get you in the dark," she warned him. "You'll either tell the truth or you'll be arrested." Pycelle knelt down with a "plop". "I beg you... I am your lord father's man, even if Lord Ayrin is in power, I will be your friend... If there is another prison, my old life will be lost. ..." "What does Margaery want you to do?" "She wants...she...she..." "Say!" He gave in. "Yuecha," he whispered, "Yuecha, for..." "Of course I know why," it was. "Very well, get up for me, look a little man, okay?" Pycelle struggled to get up, and it took so long that she had to ask Osmund Kettleblack to help again. "As for the Earl of Gales, I believe that the Father will judge him justly. Has he left no children?"

"There is no biological child, but there is an adopted son..." "...this person is not of his blood," Cersei waved her hand, expressing that she didn't care about this small trouble, "Gales knows best how big our current funding gap is, and there is no doubt that he will give up his territory before he dies. To King Tommen." Rosby's gold can be used for urgent needs, and Rosby's land and castle can be awarded to those who are loyal to her.Maybe, give it to Master Wei Shui.Orion had hinted that he wanted a castle, otherwise the earl was just a false title—he was eyeing Dragonstone Island, but Cersei would not give this to him, and Rosby City was more suitable for his origin and status.

"Lord Gyles loves His Majesty the King with all his heart," Pycelle offered, "but... but his adopted son, who..." "...When Earl Gales's adopted son listens to you repeating the Lord Earl's will, he must be able to understand the Lord's intentions and difficulties. Go, don't disappoint me." "Yes." Grand Maester Pycelle hurried away, almost tripping over his own robes. Mrs. Marilyweath closed the door. "Yue Cha," she turned to face the queen mother, and said slowly, "she is so stupid. Why did she do this, why did she take such a big risk?"

"Our little queen thinks Tommen is too 'little'." Teach a grown woman to marry a child, it always happens.It was even worse for widows.She says Renly didn't touch her, I don't believe it.Moon tea has only one purpose for women, and virgins are never needed anyway. "My son has been deceived. Margaery has a lover. This is treason and deserves death." She hoped that Margaery Tyrell's ugly old grandmother could witness the trial-you think it is forced Is it a good idea for Man to marry Margaery as soon as possible?Hmph, you sent your beloved little rose to the guillotine. "James has taken Ilyn Payne, and we must find another executioner."

"Let me do it," Osmund Kettleblack suggested with a slight smile, "Margery's beautiful little neck is a good place to swing a knife." "Having said that," Tanya said, "the Tyrells have heavy troops stationed in Storm's End and Maidenpool, and they have knives too." The imperial court was surrounded by roses.This annoyed the queen, for although she hated his daughter, she still needed Mace Tyrell.After clearing out Stannis, I can go back to him.Now, how to stop this father's mouth? "Treason is unforgivable," she declared, "but we need evidence, more convincing evidence than Moon Tea, to prove her infidelity so that her father can't justify it—otherwise he will disgrace himself." Kettleblack twirled his beard. "Are we going to get raped in bed?" "How? Cobain stared at her day and night, and her servants took my money and offered nothing but trivialities. No one had ever seen her lover, and from inside her door came singing, laughing, Gossip, nothing else." "Margaery is very cunning, so she won't be caught so easily," Mrs. Marilyweiss said. "Her companions are her walls. They sleep with her, dress her, pray with her, read to her, sew with her. When she's not riding hawks, she plays with little Alexa Bulwey." Castle games; whenever a man appears, she's either surrounded by nuns or cousins." "She'll have to find a way to get rid of the chickens," insisted the Queen Mother, who suddenly had a flash of insight... "Could it be that her female companions were also involved... maybe not all, but a few were accomplices." "You mean those three cousins?" Even Tanya couldn't believe it, "but not only are they younger than the little queen, but they all look so innocent." "They are sluts wrapped in white robes of virgins. Their crimes are appalling and they will be cast aside by the world." The queen mother tasted the sweetness. "Tanya, your husband is my referee. Tonight, you come to have dinner with me. You must not be absent, understand?" This matter must be dealt with as soon as possible. Fleeing back to Highgarden, or going to Dragonstone Island to pay his brother's death, it will be too late. "I will ask the chef to roast a wild boar, and we will also listen to music to help digestion." Tanya immediately realized, "Music, I understand." "Tell your lord, get the singer ready," Cersei urged. "You stay, Ser Osmond. We have something to talk about. Get Qyburn too." Unfortunately, there was no ready-made wild boar in the kitchen, and it was too late to send hunters, so the chef had to slaughter the sow raised in the castle, and made ham with cloves, sprinkled with honey and dried cherries.It wasn't the kind of food Cersei wanted, but she had to make do with it. After dinner they ate baked apples with slits of white cheese, Lady Tanya enjoying sips of it, but Orton Merryweather, who went all out with broth and cheese, made a sticky dip. Face.He drank too much and sneaked glances at the singer from time to time. "Poor Lord Gyles," Cersei said finally, "but I don't think anyone misses his cough." "Yes, yes, exactly." "The treasury manager is vacant. If the Vale hadn't been so turbulent, I would have recalled Petyr Baelish, but now... I'm going to let Ser Harris try. He can't be worse than Gyles anyway. , and he doesn't cough." "Sir Harris is the Hand of the King," Tanya pointed out. Ser Harris is my hostage, and he is not good enough for that. "Toman deserves a stronger prime minister." Lord Orton lifted his eyes from between the cups. "Powerful, of course," he asked suspiciously, "who..." "It is you, my good lord, you were born with this qualification, remember, your grandfather succeeded my father as the Prime Minister of Aerys." Replacing Tywin Lannister with Owen Merryweather is like He drove the donkey like a war horse, but Owen was already very old at the time, and although his attitude was submissive and kind, his brain was not very bright.His grandson was younger, and... and at least he had a strong wife.It was a pity that Tanya couldn't be her Prime Minister herself, she was at least three times as capable as her husband, and much more interesting.But she was a Myrish woman, and she had to play Alton's guise. "You'll do a better job than Ser Harris, no doubt." Sir Harris isn't even fit to pour me a chamber pot. "Are you willing to accept the position?" "I... yes, of course, His Majesty has given me a great honor." An honor you don't deserve. "My lord, you have done a good job as a magistrate. I believe you will continue to work hard... The current situation is difficult, and there are many difficult troubles right now." After Marilyweiss realized the hint in her words, the queen mother smiled and turned to the singer, "I will reward you too, for entertaining us with beautiful songs. Praise the gods, they have given you a sweet voice. " The singer bowed, "Your Majesty, thank you." "No," said Cersei, "I'm just telling the truth. By the way, Tania told me, your name is Blue Poet?" "Yes, Your Majesty." The singer wore soft blue calfskin boots, fine blue wool breeches, pale blue silk trimmed with shiny blue satin, and even his hair was dyed blue—that was Tai Losi style, long and curly, hanging down the shoulders, and washed with rose water.Probably blue rose water too, luckily his teeth are not blue.Those two rows of neat and white teeth have no blemishes. "What's your real name?" A blush spread across his face. "My name was Walter when I was a child, the name of a farm boy, but not suitable for a singer." The Blue Poet had Robert's eyes, and that alone gave her reason to punish him. "You are so handsome, no wonder you are the favorite of Queen Margaret." "Your Majesty is a very good person. She often praises me for pleasing her." "Oh, of course. May I see your lute?" "Please take a look, Your Majesty." Poet Lan felt a little uneasy under the courtesy, but he restrained his emotions and handed over the pipa respectfully.No one dared to disobey the Queen Mother's order. Cersei plucked her lute and said with a smile, "Love is such a sweet and sad thing, tell me, Walter... When you first slept with Margaery, did she marry my son?" For a moment, the other party didn't react at all, his eyes slowly opened wide. "Your Majesty has heard false accusations...I swear, I didn't—" "Traitor!" Cersei slammed her lute into the singer's face, smashing the painted wood to splinters. "Master Orton, take him and put him in the dungeon." Orton Merryweather was also frightened, "This... oh, this is too ugly... You mean he seduced the queen?" "I think it's the opposite, but he's a traitor anyway. Let him perform for Lord Qyburn." The blue poet's face was pale. "No!" Pipa smashed his lips, and blood flowed down. "I definitely didn't..." Marilyweath grabbed his arm and he screamed. "Our Lady of Mercy. Don't!" "I am not your Mother," Cersei said coldly. However, in the black prison, what Lan Poet explained was all nonsense, he kept praying and begging for mercy.Before long, the blood flowed unstoppably from between his broken teeth and all over his jaw, he urinated three times, stained his breeches dark blue, and kept lying. "Is it possible to catch the wrong singer?" Cersei couldn't help asking. "Anything is possible. Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will teach him to tell the truth before sunrise." Qyburn in the dark cell wore a rough wool coat and a blacksmith's leather apron.He turned to Lan Poet, "I'm sorry, the guards' methods are a bit rude, and they really lack education," his voice was kind and friendly, "We just want to know the truth of the matter." "I'm telling the truth," sobbed the singer, the solid iron rings holding him to the cold stone wall. "Let's do it," Qybain said, pulling out a razor, which gleamed coldly under the torch.He cut off the blue poet's clothes, leaving only the pair of blue high leather boots.Cersei noted with interest that the man had brown pubic hair between his legs. "Tell us how you please the little queen," she ordered. "I didn't... I just, just sang, that's all. I sang and acted. The queen's ladies, as they testify, watched the whole thing. Her cousins." "How many of them did you have sex with?" "No, no, absolutely not... I'm just a singer, really, please." Cobain sighed: "Your Majesty, maybe when Margaery cheated, this poor thing was just acting on the sidelines." "No, please, she didn't... yes, I acted, I just sang and acted..." Lord Qyburn's hand slowly stroked Lan Poet's chest upwards, "Did she keep this in her mouth when you performed?" He pinched one nipple with his thumb and forefinger, and twisted it gently. "Some men like this, their nipples are hotter than women's." The knife flashed, the singer screamed sharply, and a blood-red eye appeared on his chest.Cersei was a little disgusted, and a part of her heart just wanted to close her eyes, turn away, or stop the torture, but she was the Queen Mother after all, and she had to deal with treason, so there was no room for softness.Duke Tywin will never soften his heart. The blue poet told his whole life intermittently, starting from the name day.His father was a candle seller, and Walter Jr. had been selling candles since he was a child, until one day he discovered his talent for playing the lute.When he was twelve years old, there was a troupe performance in the market, and he secretly ran away with them. Since then, he traveled half of the Reach, and finally came to King's Landing, hoping to be favored by the nobles in the palace. "Favour?" Cobain chuckled, "A woman's favor? I'm afraid you are too greedy, my friend... and you have found the wrong one. The one standing in front of you is the queen mother who really rules the Seven Kingdoms." His Majesty." Yes.It's all Margaery Tyrell's fault, she missed Walter's life, he could have lived a good life, lived a good life, sang ditties, slept with swineherd girls and farmer's daughters, and now he was trapped The end of prison.This is all her adultery and rebellion, no one can blame me. In the early morning, the singer, whose blue high boots were filled with blood, narrated, vividly, how Margery watched her cousins ​​please him with their mouths, and at the same time soothed herself.Sometimes, she flirted with other lovers, and he sang for fun. "Who is there?" the Queen Mother pressed, and poor Walter revealed Ser Tallard the Tall, Lambert Turbury, Jalabhar Thor, the Redwyne twins, and Osmond Kettleblack in turn. , Hugh Clifton and the Knight of Flowers. She is upset.She dared not tarnish the name of Dragonstone's hero now, and besides, no one who knew Ser Loras at all would believe such a thing.Redwyne's twins shouldn't be involved either. Without the Arbor fleet, what's the deal with Euron the Crow's Eye and the damned Ironborn? "You just recited all the dignitaries you met in her room. We want the truth!" "Truth. Truth." Walter looked at her with the blue eye Qybain had left him, blood pouring from his toothless mouth. "I, I may... remember something wrong." "Horace and Hopper weren't involved, were they?" "Yes," he admitted at once, "without the two of them." "As for Sir Loras, I'm sure Margaery spent a lot of effort to hide it from her own brother." "Yes, I remember. She had to hide me under the covers once when Loras came to visit. He must not know, she told me." "That's how it is." Several key figures were not involved, so that's fine.The others, huh... Ser Tallard was nothing more than a hedge knight, Jalabhar Thor an exiled beggar, and Clifton the queen's bodyguard.Osney is my pawn. "Speaking the truth, doesn't it feel better? When Margaery is on trial, you must remember what you said today. Then you dare to lie again..." "Don't dare, dare not, I will tell the truth. Wait, wait until the trial is over... "...I will allow you to wear black, don't worry." Cersei turned to Qyburn. "Clean his wounds, change his clothes, and give him milk of the poppy to stop the pain." "Your Majesty is so kind," Cobain threw the bloody razor into the vinegar bucket, "Margaery will definitely suspect that her favorite singer is missing." "Singers are always wandering around the world, coming and going in a hurry, what's so strange about her." Cersei stepped out of the dark cell on the dark stone steps, feeling out of breath.I have to rest for a while.Uncovering the truth is exhausting work, and what comes next is even more difficult.I must be strong, for Tommen, and for the kingdom.It's a pity that "Toad" Wu Ji is dead.Go to your ghost prophecies, old hag.The little queen is younger than me, but she can never be more beautiful than me, and besides, she is going to die. Mrs. Marilyweath was waiting for her in the bedroom.It is the darkest before the dawn.At that moment, Jocelyn and Dokasha were soundly asleep, but Tanya was full of energy. "Is it bad?" she asked. "Don't talk, don't talk. I want to sleep, but I'm afraid of dreaming." Tanya stroked her hair. "It's all about Tommen." "Yeah, I know," Cersei shuddered, "my throat is dry as hell. Pour me some wine, darling." "No problem, you can ask me to do anything as long as it pleases you." fraud.She knew exactly what Tanya wanted.Forget it, pretending to be confused will help stabilize the heart of this woman and her husband.In this world of intrigue, a little kindness, no matter where it comes from, is worth a few kisses.Anyway, she's no worse than most men, and she can't possibly let me have children.The wine calmed her down a bit, but not enough. "I want to throw up." The Queen Mother complained while standing by the window, holding a glass of wine. "Honey, go take a bath first, and you'll be fine soon." Mrs. Merry Weiss woke up Dorkasha and Jocelyn, and ordered them to prepare hot water. After the tub was filled, she undressed the Queen Mother herself. With dexterous fingers, untie the skirt and slide the dress off the shoulders.Then she took off her own clothes and threw them on the ground. The two of them bathe together, Cersei in Tanya's arms. "Tomen must not hear these scandals, he is still young," she told the Myr woman, "Margaery still takes him to the sept every day, and prays for his brother together." Contrary to expectations, Lola Sir Si always refused to die. "He's in love with her cousins, too. He'll be sad to lose all three at once." "Perhaps these three were not all guilty," Mrs. Marilyweiss suggested. "What do you think? Perhaps one of them was righteous and resisted the temptation; perhaps she was ashamed of what she had witnessed, so..." "...So I am willing to stand up and kill relatives righteously. Yes, it must be like this. Who do you think is the purest?" "Yalan." "The shyest one?" "Yes . . . but she's actually quite clever. Just leave it to me, dear." "Very good." It would have been difficult to overthrow Tyrell based on Lan Poet's one-sided words, after all, singers' words have always been discounted by three points.If Tanya came out to persuade Arlan Tyrell, the situation would be very different. "We still have the testimony of Sir Osney. Others must also understand that only by repenting can they ask for the king's forgiveness and distribute the Great Wall." Jalabah Thor is a soft bone begging for mercy, others... believe that Qyburn himself There is a way. When they climbed out of the bathtub, the sun had already shone on King's Landing, and the Queen Mother's skin was washed fair and clean. "Stay with me," she told Tanya, "I don't want to sleep alone." Before crawling into bed, she even whispered a prayer, asking Our Lady to give her good dreams. As a result, it didn't work, and the gods pretended to be deaf and dumb as always.Cersei dreams that she is back in the dungeon again, and this time it is not the singer but herself that is locked on the wall.She was naked, and the place where the nipple was bitten off by the little devil kept bleeding. "Please," she begged, "please, don't hurt my child, don't hurt my child." Tyrion was just looking obscenely at her, and he was also naked and shaggy like a misshapen monkey. "You will see them crowned one by one," he said, "and you will see them die one by one." Then he took her bloody breasts in his mouth and sucked them, the pain was like a red-hot dagger, Pierce her all over. She woke up shaking in Tanya's arms. "It's a nightmare," she explained weakly. "Did I just scream? I'm sorry..." "Dreams are just dreams. Dreaming of a dwarf again? It's just a dwarf. What are you afraid of him?" "He's coming to kill me. This was my prophecy when I was ten years old. I just wanted to know who I would marry in the future, but she said..." "she?" "Sorceress." She blurted out involuntarily.Melaya Hesban's words that the prophecy will not come true if it is not talked about are still in my ears.Ah, but she was not silent in the well either, she screamed and yelled and cursed. "Tyrion is my VALONQAR," she said. "Do you Myrmen know that word? In High Valyrian it means brother." Sister Sarania asked for advice. Tanya took her hand and patted it lightly, "It's okay, she's just a vicious old woman, ugly and disgusting; you are young and beautiful, full of life and pride. You said she lives in Lannisport, so She knows the dwarf and knows how he harmed your mother, which is not surprising. Due to your status, the wicked woman dare not openly slander, so she uses your brother to hurt you." Yeah?Cersei wished she could believe it. "But Melaya died that night, just as she foretold. I didn't marry Prince Rhaegar either. And Joffrey... the dwarf killed my son in front of me." "One of your sons died young," said Mrs. Merryweather, "but you have another, strong and sweet, and no one can hurt him again." "No, as long as I'm still alive." After saying this, her confidence strengthened a bit.Yes, dreams are just dreams.The sun shone through thin clouds, and Cersei slid out of the blanket, "Today I'm going to have breakfast with the king, and I want to see my son." Everything I do, it's for him. Tommen comforted her, she had never cherished him more than this morning.She talked to him about kittens, and the king dripped honey on fresh brown bread, hot from the oven. "Ser Assault caught a mouse," he told his mother, "but Miss Beard took its spoils." I have never been so innocent and sweet, Cersei thought, but how will he rule this cruel world in the future?As a mother, she just wants to protect him; but as a queen mother, she must make him strong, otherwise the Iron Throne will swallow him. "Sir Assault has to learn to protect his rights," she told him. "The law of the jungle is the rule." The king thought, licking honey from his finger. "When Ser Loras comes back, I'll take him as my teacher. I'll learn the lance and the sword and the bolas. I'll be as good as he is." "You will learn everything," promised the queen, "but not from Ser Loras. Tommen, he will not return." "Margaery said he would definitely come back. We have been praying for him, asking for the mercy of the Holy Mother, and praying for the soldiers to give him strength. Elo said that this is the biggest challenge in Sir Loras' life." She smoothed her son's hair, its soft blond curls reminding her of little Jo. "Are you going to play with your wife and her cousins ​​again this afternoon?" "Not today. She said she would burn incense and go on a hunger strike today." Burning incense and hunger strike? ...Oh, I almost forgot, today is Maiden's Day.Cersei hadn't observed the feast in years.Hmph, after being married three times, she actually has the face to say that she is a virgin.The little queen will definitely wear a white robe, take the chickens to the Great Sept of Baelor, light long white candles at the girl's feet, and put a sheepskin wreath around the god's neck.She'll take at least a few of her cronies' chicks with her.According to custom, on Virgin's Day, all widows, mothers and prostitutes are not allowed to go to the church, nor are men, lest they profane the chant of purity.Only virgins who have not been broken... "Mother? Did I say something wrong?" Cersei kissed her son's forehead. "No, you're smart, my dear. Go ahead and play with your kitten." She hastened to summon Osney Kettleblack to the study.I saw him striding forward from the school grounds, sweating profusely, taking off her clothes with his eyes when he knelt down on one knee-he always did this. "Arise, ser, and come, and sit beside me. You have done very well for me, and now I have a difficult task to entrust to you." "Ah, I've become 'tough' and 'giant' for you." "That can wait," she gently combed his scar with her fingertips, "remember the bitch who hurt you? I'll give her to you when you come back from the Great Wall. Do you like it?" "I want you." This is the answer she wants to hear. "First of all, you must confess your crime of treason. There is no bounds in the sea of ​​suffering, and you will be able to return to the shore. I know that this is a bit difficult for you, but only by putting aside your shame can you move towards a new life." "Shame?" Osney was speechless. "I told Osmond that Margaery was just teasing me, she wouldn't let me go beyond..." "You protect her as a chivalry," Cersei interrupted, "but as a knight, you should not live in deception. Go, go to the Great Sept of Baelor tonight, and confess to my lord High Septon. Such a great sin , only the Archbishop can save you from hell. Tell him how you committed adultery with Margaery and her cousins." Osney blinked, "What, her cousin is also included?" "Meige and Elo," she decided, "Arlan wasn't involved." A little detail would help make the overall story more believable. "Yalan wept as she watched, begging her companions to stop committing crimes." "Only Mei Ge and Elo? Did Margaery participate?" "Margaery is the key. She caused everything." She confides her thoughts, and Osney slowly shows an understanding expression while listening.After she finished speaking, he said, "When you cut off her head, I want her to give me the kiss she never gave." "You can do whatever you want." "Then go to the Great Wall?" "Just for a while. Tommen is a kind and good king." Osney scratched the scar on his face, "Generally, when I lie about women, I always say that I didn't touch them, and they accused me of being a whore. This time... to lie to the Archbishop , will definitely go to hell in the future.” The Queen Mother was taken aback, not expecting such piousness from the brash Kettleblack. "You reject me?" "No," Osney reached out and stroked her blonde hair, "I mean, for this lie to be perfect, there has to be some truth in it...to be trusted, understand? You have to let me know and The queen makes love..." She really wanted to slap him.But she has gone too far, too much is tied to this move, and there is no going back.Everything I do is for Tommen.Then she turned her head, took Sir Osney's hand, and kissed his fingers.His fingers were rough and hard, covered with calluses from sword practice.Like Robert's hand, she thought. Cersei put her arms around Kettleblack's neck. "How can I make you lie?" She whispered in his ear hoarsely, "Come to my bedroom in an hour." "I can't wait that long," he said, reaching into her bodice and ripping it open. The silk made a "gala" sound that Cersei thought half the Red Keep heard. "Take off the rest before I do," he said. "Keep the crown. I like to see you in it."