Chapter 73 Chapter 72: James

The king sat at the head of the conference table, with a pile of cushions under his buttocks, and was constantly signing the presented documents. "The last ones left, my lord," Ser Kevan Lannister assured him, "are writs of wrath, to punish Lord Edmure Tully for his high treason, by stripping him of Riverrun and all his titles." His uncle, Sir Brynden Tully, was also deprived of all rights." Tommen solemnly signed the two sheets of paper, first carefully dipping the quill pen into ink, and then fat hand holds writing. Jaime sat at the end of the long table watching his son, knowing that countless nobles in the world were trying their best to squeeze into the king's council.Damn, whoever wants my seat, I will give it to Xian immediately.That's power? What's the satisfaction of sitting and watching Tommen's pen move? Boredom was the only thing he felt.

Sore all over.Every muscle protested, and the numerous bruises on the ribs and shoulders were uncomfortably the result of Sir Adam Marbrand's mercy.Just thinking about yesterday's fight made James cringe, hoping the other side wouldn't tell the story.In fact, Jaime had known Marbrand when he was a wine waiter in Casterly Rock City when he was a child, and they had a close relationship, so he asked him to take the shield and the blunt sword used in the competition.He wanted to see if he could hit with his left hand. Everything came to light.The answer hurt him far more than the pain Ser Adam had given him - and the pain alone had left him barely clothed this morning.With a real sword, James would have died dozens of times.But with another hand, he was completely at a disadvantage.It wasn't like this before.Every reaction was wrong, and he had to stop and think and re-plan every action.And while he was thinking, Marbrand hit him easily.In fact, he couldn't even hold a sword firmly in his left hand, and was knocked flying three times by Sir Adam.

"This letter of grant grants the above-mentioned castle, fief and tax to Ser Emmon Frey and his wife Gina of House Lannister." After signing, Kevan presented another roll of parchment to the king, Tommen dipped his ink and continued to write, "This document formally bestows the birthright on the bastard son of Roose Bolton, Duke of Dreadfort. This commission appoints Duke Bolton as Warden of the North..." Tommen dipped his ink and signed , dipped in ink, signed, kept busy. "...this deed of grant to Ser Rover Spicer Castle of Castamere, raised to the rank of Earl..." Tommen began to scribble.

I should go to Ser Ilyn Payne, James suddenly realized that although the King's Law Enforcer has no friendship with him, he might hit hard... But this man is dumb after all, even if he wants to show off his martial arts, he can't say it.And now it only needs Sir Adam to drink a few more glasses and boast, and my fame will be ruined.A captain of the Kingsguard who can't use a sword? What a cruel joke... cruelest of all is that he can't use his father's gift. "This is a royal pardon given to Earl Gavin Westerling and his daughter Jeyne, and welcomes them back to the king's rule," Ser Kevan said. Lord Bracken, this pardon is given to Lord Vance, this pardon is given to Lord Goodback, this pardon is given to Lord Morton of Maidenpool..."

James couldn't help getting up, "Uncle, it seems that you can handle the matter here, and I will leave your Majesty to you." "Okay," Ser Kevan also stood up, "Jaime, you should go see your father, the dispute between you—" "—for his sake. Giving me a sarcastic gift won't make it up. Just tell him that, if you'll get him out of the Tyrells for a while." The uncle looked sad, "This is our heart, I hope to inspire you—" "—grow a novice?" James turned to Tommen.He looked nothing like his brother except for Joffrey's golden curls and emerald green eyes.The king was fat, with pink, puffy cheeks, and he liked to read.The shy boy, only nine years old, is my only biological son.He would grow up, seven years later, and take the throne, during which time the kingdom would be firmly in Jaime's father's hands. "Your Majesty," he said, "Can I take my leave first?"

"You go first, ser uncle." Tommen looked at Ser Kevan. "Can I seal them, uncle?" By far the most fun part of being king, he thought, was stamping them on hot wax. Royal seal. James strode out of the chamber.Outside, Ser Meryn Tran, in white scales and a snow-white cloak, stood erect as guard.If this fellow knows how weak I am, or if Kettleblack or Braun know... "Stay well and wait for His Majesty to attend to his business," Jaime ordered, "and then escort him back to Maegor's Hall." Tran bowed, "Yes, my lord." This morning, the outer courtyard was crowded with people and noisy.James made his way to the stables, where a large party was preparing the horses. "Iron Legs!" he shouted, "what, are you leaving now?"

"As long as the lady is ready, we will go," Iron-legged Wharton said, "Lord Bolton is waiting, look, she is here." A groom led a fine gray mare out of the stables. On the horse sat a thin girl with sunken eyes. Her whole body was wrapped in a gray cloak. The inner clothes were also gray and decorated with white satin lace.She has a brooch in the shape of a wolf's head on her chest, with cut opal eyes.The girl's long dark brown hair fluttered in the wind.She's beautiful, he thought, but his eyes were sad and tired. When she saw him, she lowered her head. "Ser James," she said weakly and nervously, "I am glad you came to see me off."

James looked at her carefully, "Um, you know me?" She bit her lip. "Perhaps you don't remember, my lord, I was too young...but I was honored to be at the feast my father, Lord Ned, gave for King Robert's visit to Winterfell." She dropped her big brown eyes, murmured, "I am Arya Stark." James hadn't paid much attention to Arya Stark, but in his impression, she seemed younger. "Miss, are you going to get married?" "I am to marry Ramsay, the son of Lord Bolton. He was once a Jon, but His Majesty the King generously gave him the name of Bolton. He is said to be very brave, and I am delighted to be his wife."

That being the case, why do you speak with such fear? "I wish you a happy marriage, miss," James said, turning to Iron Legs. "Have you received all the money?" "Yes, it has been divided. Thank you, sir," the northerner grinned. "A Lannister must pay his debts." "Just know," James said, giving the girl one last look.He doubts how similar this "Arya" is to the real Arya, but it doesn't matter, the real Arya Stark has probably been buried in an unknown grave in the flea nest, she His parents and siblings are all dead, who can expose the girl in front of him? "Bon voyage." He wished Tie Leg.Najib hoisted the flag of peace, and the northerners filed out in loose columns and cloaked fur capes.Among them, the thin girl on the gray mare looked frail and lonely.

The horse insisted on avoiding the coagulated blood on the hard mud floor, where the stable boy died tragically by the sword of the magic mountain.Seeing this, James' anger rose again. He had ordered the Kingsguard to keep the crowd away, but Boros, an idiot, actually became a spectator himself.True, the fool himself was responsible, and the dead Prince of Dorne was responsible, but there was no doubt that it was Clegane who did the worst.Cutting the boy's arm can still be called an accident, but the second time... Somehow, he paid the price for this.After the duel, the Grand Master Pycelle took care of the Mountain, but the howls from the maester's room continued, and the healing did not take effect. "Muscle necrosis, wounds oozing pus," Pycelle reported to the imperial meeting with a bitter face, "even maggots would not approach the affected area. He was convulsing violently all day long, and I had to gag his mouth to prevent him from biting off. Tongue. Besides, I cut off as much carrion as he could bear, and used boiling wine and bread mold to control the infection, but all to no avail. The veins in his arms were black, and I sucked them with leeches, leeches Instead, they all died. My lords, I need to know what kind of poison Prince Oberyn put on his spears, so that we can prescribe the right medicine, and let us detain these Dornishmen and force them to tell the formula."

Lord Tywin refused. "With Prince Oberyn's death, our relationship with Sunspear is so strained, it would be unwise to hold back his companions." "Then, I fear I cannot save Ser Gregor's life." "You must keep him alive, of course. When I returned Prince Oberyn's body to his brother, Prince Doran, I sent a letter promising Gregor's head. He must have died by the sword of the lawman, not by poison. In any case, you have to heal him." Grand Maester Pycelle blinked in panic, "My lord—" "Cure him!" Lord Tywin repeated angrily. "I tell you, Lord Varys bribed fishermen to scout around Dragonstone Island, and found that the island's defenses were extremely empty. There is no sign of Lys' fleet in Blackwater Bay, Stannis Your Excellency's troops also disappeared." "Really? That would be great," cried Pycelle. "Let Stannis rot in Lys, I suppose, and we'll be free of this ambitious traitor." "Waste, is it possible that Tyrion shaved his beard and made his head stupid? We are talking about Stannis Baratheon! This man will stick to the end without compromise. If he disappears, it will only prove that in the Plotting something to continue the war. It is likely that he intends to land at Storm's End and start the lords of the Stormlands to revolt. If so, it is better to say that he is doomed; To the extent that Sunspear City is actually won to join, it will not be possible to end the war within a year or two. Therefore, we must not offend the Martell family no matter what! I will immediately release Dorne's men are gone, and you must heal Ser Gregor for me." Since then, the screams of the Magic Mountain have never stopped, day and night.It seemed that even the Stranger, who was in charge of life and death, feared Lord Tywin's authority. Jaime stepped up the spiral staircase of the White Sword Tower.From Ser Boros's chamber came snoring; and Ser Balon's was shut--he must be fast asleep, having watched the king all night.Save for Boros' snoring, the tower was quiet, and Jaime was content.I can finally rest.Last night, after his fight with Ser Adam, he was too sore to sleep. Walking into the bedroom, my sister is waiting for him. She stood by the window, looking out to the sea through the outer wall.The boundless wind blowing from the bay rolled her skirt tightly against her body, making James' heart beat faster.Her whole body is plain white, the same color as the brocade on the wall and the quilt on the bed. Many small emeralds are spirally decorated at the end of the wide sleeves, and there are also on the bodice, and larger emeralds are inlaid on the golden hairnet. Wrapped in golden hair.The bust of the dress was cut low, exposing the shoulders and half of the breast.she is so beautiful.For a moment, he just wanted to hold his lover in his arms. "Cersei," he closed the door softly, "why are you here?" "Where else can I go?" She turned her head, her eyes filled with tears, "Father made it clear that I am not allowed to attend the imperial meeting. James, have you talked to him yet?" James took off his cloak and hung it from a hook on the wall. "I talk to Duke Tywin every day." "Do you have to be so brainy? All he wanted was..." "...forcing me to leave the Kingsguard and return to Casterly Rock." "It's not so terrible. He's sending me back to Casterly Rock, too. In fact, he wants to drive me away, so he can manipulate Tommen as he pleases. Well, Tommen's my son, not his!" "Tomen is king." "He's still young! Poor child, how terrified he must have been to watch his brother being murdered at the wedding banquet at such a young age, but now they are forcing him to marry. The other party is not only twice his age, but also has done two Times widow!" James found a chair and sat down, fighting the pain from the bruise. "It's not all father's fault either, the Tyrells are very much insistent on this marriage. I don't see any harm in it, Tommen has been pretty lonely since Messey went to Dorne, with Margaery and her companions It must be better to be with you. Let them get married." "He's your son..." "He was of my kind, but never called me 'Father,' and neither did Joffrey. You warned me so many times not to show them extra care." "It's for their protection! It's for your protection. Have you ever thought about it? What would people think of my brother and my boy if they called 'Father, Son'? Even Robert the Stupid would be suspicious." "If nothing else, at least he can't doubt it anymore." Robert's death still haunted James.It should be up to me to do it upright, not Cersei's sniping in the back. "I should have killed him with my own hands." When my "hand" was still alive. "Make it a habit of regicide--doesn't he always taunt me like this?--I should kill him and marry you in front of the world. I love you and have no regrets about it, the only thing I'm ashamed of is I actually had to do things to hide this love, I, I did a lot...the child of Winterfell—” "—Did I ask you to throw him out of the window? I beg you to go hunting. If you obey, nothing will happen. But what about you? You insist on staying with me, and when you return to the capital, everything It will be back to normal." "I can't wait that long. Along the way, I watched Robert drunkenly climb into your womb every night, and every time I worried that he would suddenly insist on asserting his rights as a husband. I hated it!" Jen Suddenly Tom remembered another strange incident in Winterfell. "At Riverrun, Catelyn Stark insisted I sent men to cut his son's throat, and said there was a dagger to prove it." "That," said Cersei with disgust, "Tyrion asked about it, too." "There is indeed such a dagger. I have seen the wound on Mrs. Caitlin's hand. It is very deep. Have you..." "Oh, come on," she said, closing the window. "Yes, I wish he was dead, and you too. Who wants to see him dying? Robert hates it more than we do." Fall A horse with a broken leg has to be killed, a blind dog has to be slaughtered, why is a child so weak that he doesn’t want to show mercy when he’s crippled?” he said to me after a drunken night.” Robert James had guarded Robert Baratheon for more than ten years. He knew very well that the former king sometimes said something in the cup, and he would angrily deny it the next day when he woke up. "He said this to you alone?" "Of course, you thought he'd say that to Ned Stark? It was just the two of us, and the kids." Cersei took off her hairnet and put it on the bedpost, shaking out her golden curls. "Hey, Maybe Myrcella sent someone to commit the crime with a dagger." She was joking, but inadvertently hit home.James understood. "It's not Myrcella, it's Joffrey." Cersei frowned. "Joffrey hated Robb Stark, but he didn't feel much for the cripple. Besides, young Jo was a child herself." "Yeah, he's a kid who just wants you to pat his drunkard dad on the head." He has another level of uneasiness, "Tyrion almost died because of the damn dagger. If you teach him it's Joffrey... then maybe..." "I don't care what reasons he has!" cried Cersei, "let him go to hell with his good reasons! You didn't see how young Jo died... He struggled, Jaime, he struggled to breathe, It was as if he was being strangled by an evil spirit, and his eyes were full of fear... As a child, if he was scared or hurt, he would always come to me, and I would protect him. But that night, there was nothing I could do! Tilly On murdered my children right in front of me, and there's nothing I can do!" Cersei knelt before his chair and took Jaime's left hand. "Joe's dead, Messey went to Dorne, and I'm left with Tommen. You must beg Father, please don't separate us. Please, Jaime." "Lord Tywin will not ask for my opinion. I can talk to him, but most of them don't..." "He will, if you promise to quit the Kingsguard." "I will never quit the Kingsguard." My sister suppressed tears, "James, you are the eternal knight in my heart. When I need you most, you can't just leave me like this! He wants to steal my son and drive me away as a mother... only you can Stop him... Father wants me to remarry immediately!" Caught off guard, James suddenly spun around.Those words hurt more than all the blows that Sir Adam Marbrand had dealt him put together. "with who?" "With whom? Does it matter? Either this lord or that lord, as long as it meets father's purpose anyway. I don't care. I don't want a second husband. I just want to be with you and not others." "Then you stand up and tell him!" She pulled her hands away. "You're going crazy again. If you go on like this, we will be separated sooner or later. Have you forgotten how your mother did it when you were young? If you mess with me like this, not only Tommen will lose the throne, but Messera will not be able to get married... …James, please believe me, I have always wanted to be your wife, we belong to each other, but we can never be united. We can only be siblings." "House Targaryen..." "We are Lannisters, not Targaryens!" "Keep your voice down," he said dissatisfiedly, "you are not afraid of yelling and waking up my brothers? Didn't you just say that we will never be united? How can you let others know that you are coming to see me?" "James," she sobbed, "don't you see that I love you as much as you love me? No matter who they want me to marry, I'll always miss you, always wait for you, always want you ? Nothing can change us. Come on, let me prove it to you.” She lifted his coat and fumbled for his belt. James stiffened. "No," he said, "not here." They had never done it in the White Sword Tower, let alone the Kingsguard's room. "Cersei, it really doesn't work here." "You did it to me in the church, what's the difference here." She pulled out his lifeblood and moved her head closer. James gently swept the opponent away with the severed limb of his right hand. "No, not here, I said no." He was forced to stand up. In her bright green eyes he saw first confusion and fear, then anger instead.Cersei straightened her clothes, stood up, and patted her skirt. "Was it your hand or your life that was cut off at Harrenhal?" She shook her head, curls flowing on her white, bare shoulders. How can you protect Tommen? Tell me, if the imp killed not one, but all three of your children, would you react a little?" "Tyrion couldn't possibly have hurt Tommen or Messire, and I'm not sure Joffrey has anything to do with him now." The sister's mouth twisted in irritation. "How can you say that? I heard him threaten—" "Threats don't equal action. He swore he didn't do anything." "Oh, he swears, he swears! In your opinion, a dwarf is just a stupid kid who can't lie?" "He wouldn't lie to me. Just as you wouldn't." "You big golden fool! He's lied to you a thousand times, and so have I!" She smoothed her hair and snatched the hairnet from the bedpost. "Think about it. However, your beloved little monster is now locked up in a dungeon, unable to ascend to heaven, and will soon teach Ser Ilyn Payne to behead him. Maybe you don't necessarily want to keep it as a souvenir. ' She glanced at his pillow. "It's lonely to sleep alone on this cold white bed, which can watch over you till your eyes rot." "Better go, Cersei, you're making me angry." - "Oh, an angry cripple, that's horrible," she smiled. "Lord Tywin Lannister's greatest regret is not having a real son. I would have been his intended heir, but I don't have a dick." said To the cock, bro, hide that thing of yours. It's still hanging out of your pants, what does it look like, deflated and small?" After she was gone, James immediately accepted the suggestion and fastened his trousers awkwardly with one hand.From the phantom's finger, there were bursts of pain that went deep to the bone marrow.I lost my right hand, my father, my son, my sister, my love, and soon my brother too.But they actually told me that the Lannisters won the war. James put on his cloak and went down the stairs to find Ser Boros Braun drinking in the conference room. "Finish this, and tell Ser Loras to bring her to me." Sir Boros promised, "Which 'her' do you want to see?" "Just tell Loras." "Yes," Ser Boros drank, "Yes, Captain." He waited for a long time, and it seemed that the Knight of Flowers was not easy to find.Several hours later, the two came together, one was a slender and handsome young man, the other was a fat and ugly girl.James sat alone in the circular conference room, flipping through the white book lazily. "My lord," Ser Loras said, "you wish to see the Daughter of Tarth?" "Yes," James beckoned them forward with his left hand. "So you talked to her?" "As you instructed, I have spoken to her, my lord." "How is the result?" The young man tensed up. "I...perhaps she is right, my lord, it must have been Stannis. I'm not sure..." "Varys told me that the acting castellan of Storm's End also died strangely," James said. "Ser Cortnay Penrose," said Brienne sadly, "he is a good man." "He was a stubborn old man. He confronted the lord of Dragonstone the day before he died, and threw himself into the sea the next morning." James stood up. "Ser Loras, we will analyze it later. Please temporarily avoid." After Loras left, he took a good look at Niu'er.It really hasn't changed at all, ugly and stupid.They put her in women's clothes again, which was better than the pink satin that the goat wanted her to wear. "Blue suits you well, miss," said James, looking at it, "especially with your eyes." Her eyes were beautiful. Brienne looked down at her make-up, blushing. "Sister Dorsey specially sewed the corset to match my figure. She said you sent it to take care of me." Niu'er stood by the door, as if ready to escape at any time. "you look like……" "...you feel more energetic?" He tried to smile, "I have grown some flesh on my body, and there are fewer lice in my hair, that's all. A broken limb or a broken limb, it's not going to get better. Close the door and come here." She closed the door as she said, "This white robe..." "...still new, but I'll be disgracing it soon." "No...that's not what I meant. It...it suits you very well." She leaned forward hesitantly, "Jaime, are you really explaining that to Ser Loras? About...about King Renly...and That shadow?" James shrugged, "Renly, if I saw him on the battlefield, I would kill him without hesitation. Why do you care who slit his throat? The shadow is the shadow." "You still said... my sense of honor..." "I'm a fucking regicide, understand? I say you have honor, like a whore in the street says you are pure." He leaned back in his chair and looked up at her. "Ironlegs are on their way, and will bring Arya Stark back north to Roose Bolton." "You gave her to him?" she cried in horror. "Don't forget, you swore to Lady Catelyn..." "I swear with the point of my sword to my throat—forget it, Lady Catelyn is dead, and even if I find her two daughters, it won't help. Besides, it wasn't the real Arya Smith that my father gave Ironleg Tucker." "Not Arya Stark?" "Don't get excited, and listen to me. My lord father found a little northern girl, about the same age as Arya, and about the same color of hair. He made her dress in white and gray, and the cloak was different." I bought a silver wolf brooch and sent it to marry Bolton’s illegitimate son.” He held up the severed limb and pointed at her, “The reason why I explained to you is that you will rush to the rescue if you find out, meaninglessly Kill your life. Your skill with the sword is not bad, but you can't deal with two hundred people." Brienne shook her head, "If Lord Bolton knew that your father lied to him..." "My God, he knew it, he always knew it. Do you remember when he said that the Lannisters were liars? Whether it's true or not, it doesn't matter to him, as long as it works. Who can stand up and say that Not Arya Stark? Everyone close to her is dead except her missing sister." "Why are you telling me? This is tantamount to revealing your father's secret." The Prime Minister's secret, he thought, I have no father. "Like every venerable lion cub, I pay my debts, and since I promised Lady Catelyn to return her daughter . Cersei believes Sansa helped Tyrion murder Joffrey." Niu'er's mouth was stubbornly clenched. "I don't believe the little lady would have poisoned. Lady Catelyn told me she had a tender heart. It must have been your brother, Ser Loras told me, who was convicted at the fair trial .” "As a matter of fact, both trials were tried, by word and by sword. My brother failed. The fight was fierce that day. Didn't you see it in the Tower?" "My room faces the sea, and all I hear is the noise." "Prince Oberyn of Dorne is dead, and Ser Gregor Clegane is dying, and Tyrion is found guilty before gods and mortals, and thrown in a black cell to await execution." Brienne looked at him intently, "And you don't believe he did it." James smiled bitterly, "You see, girl, how well we know each other. Tyrion has looked up to me and admired me since the day he could walk, but he would never kill a king like me. Joffrey is Shan Shah Stark, no doubt about it, and my brother kept silent to protect his wife. He's a man of unexpected chivalry. Last time he lost his nose, this time he lost his life." "Impossible," said Brienne. "The lady's daughter could not have done such a thing. It could never be her." "You're the toughest, dumbest bitch I've ever met, and you haven't changed a bit." She blushed, "My name..." "It's Brienne of Tarth," Jaime sighed. "Here, I have a present for you." He reached under the Iron Guard captain's chair and pulled out a crimson velvet parcel. Brienne reached out her giant hands cautiously, as if some evil intention was hidden in the package.She snapped it open, revealing the light of a ruby ​​inside.Carefully, she took out the treasure, wrapped her fingers around the leather grip, and slowly drew the sword out of its sheath.The ripples on the sword radiated blood red and pitch black luster, and the blade surface seemed to have a round of bright red light dancing. "Is this a Valyrian steel sword? I have never seen such a color." "I haven't seen it either. I used to hope that I could have a good sword, and I would have broken my hand and bones for it. Now the gods have fulfilled my wish. This sword is useless to me. Take it Go." Without waiting for her to refuse, he continued, "A good sword must have a good name, I suggest you call it 'Oath Keeper Sword'. One last thing, this thing has a price." Her face darkened, "I tell you, I will never replace..." "...our dirty monster service. Yes, I remember. Listen, Brienne. We both swore about Sansa Stark, and Cersei means, whatever the girl If you flee to the ends of the earth, you will be caught and killed..." Brienne's flat face distorted with anger, "You think I'm going to hurt my lady's daughter for a sword, you just—" "Listen!" he shot back, furious at her assumption, "I want you to find Sansa before I get her to safety. God, what are we two doing to your darling, Where did dead Lady Catelyn make that foolish oath?" Niuer blinked, "Uh...uh...I...I thought..." "I know what you think." Suddenly James had had enough of her.Damn, barking like a goddamn sheep. "Ned Stark's sword was given to the Magistrate when he died," he told her, "but my father didn't think such a fine weapon was fit for a hangman, so he gave Ser Ilyn a new sword, The ice is then melted back into the furnace to forge two new swords. The one in your hand is one of them. So, you are using Ned Stark's own sword to protect his daughter, hoping to make your heart better." "Sir, I should... tell you..." He stopped her from finishing, "Take this damned sword and go away before I change my mind. There's a fine mare in the stables, as ugly as you, but well trained. You're going to chase Iron Legs, going to Sansa, or going back to your Sapphire Isle is none of my business. Anyway, I never want to see you again." "James..." "Kingslayer!" he reminded her, "use this sword to clean the dirt out of your ears, girl, as I said, we've got nothing to do with each other." She insisted stubbornly, "Joffrey is yours..." "My king. Don't think too much about it." "You said Sansa killed him, why should you protect her?" Because Jojo is nothing more than a sperm I spilled into Cersei's vagina, because he did what he did. "What does the king have? I have given birth to a king, and I have killed a king, but Sansa Stark finally got a chance to get her hands on that precious honor." He smiled lightly, "Besides, the Kingslayer Shouldn't we care about each other? Well, are you going to go or not?" She gripped Oathkeeper in her giant hand. "I'm going. I'll find the girl and protect her well. For her mother's sake, and for yours." She bowed stiffly, turned and left. As dusk came and the shadows grew longer, Jaime sat alone at the table, lighting a candle.He opened the white book and saw the page that belonged to him. Then he took out the pen and ink from the drawer, and began to write under Sir Barristan's handwriting with his clumsy and trembling left hand.That font seems to belong to a six-year-old child who has just asked a bachelor for instruction: During the "War of the Five Kings", he was defeated by "Young Wolf Lord" Robb Stark in the Whispering Forest.After that, he was taken prisoner in Riverrun, and later redeemed himself with a promise, but the promise failed to be fulfilled.On the way back to the capital, he was once again captured by the mercenary organization "Warrior Group". Under the instigation of the captain Wag Hurt, "Fatty" Zorro cut off the man's right hand with the sword.Finally, under the protection of Brienne, the daughter of Tarth, she returned to King's Landing safely. After he finished writing, there was still three-quarters of the blank space between the golden lion crest on the crimson background in the upper left corner and the pure white emblem in the lower right corner.The history of Jaime Lannister, begun by Ser Gerald Hightower and continued by Ser Barristan, is now his turn to take charge.From now on, his route will be written by himself... Written by himself...