iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 291 The good knight of the lioness
Night, the queen mother's bedroom in Megta.

Cersei Lannister was wearing a snow-white nightgown made of soft and smooth material. Her golden curly hair was scattered on her shoulders, shining faintly in the moonlight. The wine glass in her hand reflected the candlelight in the room, and the summer red in the glass rippled slightly.

Queen Cersei stood barefoot in front of the window. She seemed not to feel the coolness of the stone slabs under her feet.

The breeze outside the window blew gently, lifting Queen Cersei's hair. She took a sip of summer red and said, "Are you sure?"

Osney Kettleblack secretly looked at Cersei's charming back and said: "Yes, Your Majesty, it is absolutely true."

His Adam's apple rolled down and he continued: "I pretended to be a monk and listened to some of Sir Lancel's confession to the Archbishop. He mentioned spirits... and you... his crying... because of the distance. It's far away, I can't hear clearly."

Queen Cersei's voice was cold: "Lovely Osney Guard, have you seen Lancel with your own eyes?"

Sir Osney swallowed secretly and replied: "Yes, although Sir Lancel survived the serious injury, his brown hair has turned gray, and he is now as fragile as an old man."

A sneer escaped from the corner of Queen Cersei's lips: "He is indeed a useless guy, cowardly and stupid."

She drank up the wine in the glass in one gulp, then placed the wine glass on the small round table nearby, paused, and said, "Come here, Osney."

Queen Cersei added: "Will you watch your Queen Mother being slandered?"

With a gentle grab, Osney's body suddenly froze, and he immediately replied: "I am your...sharpest sword."

Sir Osney glanced to the side from the corner of his eyes from time to time, and Queen Cersei's mouth curled up slightly.

"As you command." Osney walked up.

Queen Cersei approached Osney, stretched out her soft hand, and said, "Osney, I haven't heard your answer yet."

The strength gradually increased layer by layer, and Osney couldn't help but take a breath and said: "I...absolutely...will not let that person go."

Queen Cersei's voice sounded like the call of the Seven Gods to Osney's ears. He suppressed the excitement in his heart and said, "Yes, Your Majesty the Queen Mother."

Queen Cersei showed a look of satisfaction and said, "I can't let anyone find out. Many people are staring at me."

Ser Osney came to stand beside Queen Cersei, pretending to admire the starry night scene.

A clear and seductive low laugh came to her ears, and Queen Cersei's rose-colored lips lightly opened: "It's really cute."

Queen Cersei's beautiful eyes were fixed on Osney, and she murmured with temptation: "Reward an extremely loyal knight with a night of pleasure. You have served your Queen Mother outstandingly, and you have been rewarded for it."

Queen Cersei raised her graceful chin. She knew exactly when a man was most obedient.

Queen Cersei continued to look out the window in silence. The bright moon hung high in the sky, and the bright moonlight cast a layer of silvery brilliance on Magta.

"The Archbishop?! Hiss!"

Cersei looked out the window at the night sky and said again: "Stand beside me."

Sir Osney's body couldn't help but turn around, and the white in his sight seemed to be glowing. After settling, he quickly looked away and took a step back.

"Sir, is your sword sharp?" Queen Cersei's voice was gentle. She turned sideways and raised her jewel-like blue eyes to look at her young guard.

"Your Majesty, all you need to do is tell me the target." Osney's breathing was heavy.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please forgive my presumption..." Osney didn't seem to know what to say.

"The High Bishop."

Sir Osney was hesitant. Queen Cersei withdrew her magic grip, touched his cheek, and said, "Are you scared, my good knight?"

After being freed from the clutches of the devil, Osney felt a deep sense of loss in his heart. He looked directly at Queen Cersei with bloodshot eyes, and then...Osney Kettleblack fell into despair. The young new knight could not refuse Cersei's beauty. , he also wanted to...have both, power and beauty.

"Your Majesty, I am yours. I am at your command." After Sir Osney left, Queen Cersei put on her soft gold-rimmed slippers... She hummed a little tune, picked up the wine bottle, Pour wine into the glass.

A month at most... Queen Cersei came to the window again, and she took a sip of summer red in a good mood.

The corners of her mouth curled up proudly. When her two swords returned, even the old lion would not be able to force her.

When the wine in the wine glass was about to reach the bottom, Queen Cersei's eyes narrowed, and...that idiot Lancel must be expelled from King's Landing before Jaime returns.

It would be best... The face of the old lion suddenly appeared in her mind. Queen Cersei thought for a while, and she finally gave up on a more effective method.

Holding the wine glass tightly, Queen Cersei snorted coldly.

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Rumor has it that when Robb Stark announced the specific time of his wedding to Jeyne, Black Walder burned the direwolf flag in the military camp. Afterwards, Black Walder led the Twins City army and left Riverrun City directly.

Not long after... the news came out that the messenger from the Red Keep, Tyrion Lannister, the second son of Duke Tywin, and the Tully family were discussing a marriage.

On the way, after receiving the messenger crow from Lord Walder, Black Walder returned to Riverrun in a hurry. After meeting King Robb, Black Walder humbly begged for forgiveness and presented a large number of jewels to show the Frey family's blessing for the wedding of Robb and Jeyne.

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In Riverrun, as negotiations proceed, Tyrion hangs the roaring lion banner of House Lannister outside the inn he has booked.

Tyrion's tongue danced drunkenly: "I like the golden corridors and the Lion's Mouth in Casterly Rock the most, as well as the Hall of Heroes. When the tide comes, the sound of thunder can be heard there."

Edmure Tully didn't seem to hear Tyrion's passionate words. He just took a dull sip of wine.

Tyrion glanced at the listless Edmure, and while pouring wine for him, he said, "Edmure, tomorrow is your nephew's wedding. You should be happy."

"Of course I'm happy. Although time is short, I used the best for everything..."

As he spoke, Edmure sipped his wine. He stared at Tyrion who was smiling for a while, and couldn't help but ask: "Why are our peace talks always delayed?"

"Edmure, you know, I am very sincere." Tyrion shrugged.

He then spread his hands helplessly: "The problem is that the Lannister-Tyrell coalition withdraws from the Riverlands. My request is to sign a marriage agreement before withdrawing, but King Stark's request is that our army must Leave the Riverlands first before you can talk to him about your marriage to my sister."

Edmuth frowned and said, "Why do I feel like another war is about to break out?"

Tyrion scratched his cheek and said, "Edmure, you have seen that Lannister is very sincere."

There was a little worry in his voice: "Probably... not."

Tyrion stretched out his little hand and patted Edmure, comforting him: "A wonderful marriage is like a delicious fruit. It takes time to brew. If you wait a little, it will be sweeter."

He grinned: "Sweet and ripe fruit, bursting with juice when you take a bite."

Edmure coughed slightly and changed the subject stiffly: "Tomorrow, Robb's wedding will entertain everyone in Riverrun. I have specially prepared a good place for you, Tyrion."

"Edmure, thank you so much. This opportunity is rare. I will enjoy it..."

As he spoke, Tyrion paused, his expression turned gloomy, and he sighed softly.

Edmure asked in confusion: "What's the matter, my friend?"

(End of this chapter)