Eddard·Stark Looking at the beautiful face so close, his expression became cold. "Cersei, beauty cannot buy forgiveness."
"Forgiveness?"
Cersei·Lannister The tenderness on her face disappeared instantly, and her voice was filled with anger. "What do you think of me? Why do you ask me for forgiveness?"
After saying that, she stood up and mocked. "Don't you have an illegitimate child yourself, and did you bring that illegitimate child into Red Keep?"
Her eyes became contemptuous. "I'm very curious who is the mother of that illegitimate child? Is it the peasant girl whose home was burned down by you and then raped by you? Or which female branch girl? Or the sad Miss Ashara? I heard... After you returned Sword of the Morning's Dawn to her, Miss Ashara threw herself into the sea from the city wall. What was the reason for this? Was it because of the brother you killed or the child you stole?"
Cersei Queen looked directly at Lord Eddard and said angrily, "Noble Direwolf, tell me, what is the difference between you and Robert, me, or Jaime?"
Lord Eddard stood up slowly, and looked at Cersei who was filled with resentment. Queen said calmly, "Cersei, please listen carefully. I will only say what I say once. When Robert comes back from hunting, I am going to tell him everything exactly. Before Robert comes back, I will not stop you from leaving. You can take your three children with you."
After a pause, he continued, "I promise you, no matter how far you run away, the anger of Robert will follow you. If I were you, I would not go to Casterly Rock. I would take a boat to Free Cities, or go further, as far as I can."
After Lord Eddard finished speaking, Cersei's body visibly stiffened.
Cersei asked in disbelief, "Stark, you want me to self-exile? Make me and my children become wanderers?"
Lord Eddard shook his head slightly. "Cersei, you should know very well what happened to Rhaegar's children back then."
After a moment of silence, Cersei Queen lowered his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes covering up the twinkling eyes underneath.
The corners of Cersei Queen's eyes were slightly red. "Stark, do you know? I am Light of the West, proud Lannister Lioness... I married that person, but that person treated me no differently than those lowly female prostitutes..."
As he said that, Cersei raised his eyes, his beautiful eyes seemed to be covered by a layer of mist. "Ned, what should I do with all this... my hatred and my anger that I have suffered?"
Lord Eddard pondered, and he sighed, "Jaime can also leave with you. I think no matter where he goes, he will protect you. If... I am still here... I will try my best to prevent Robert from pursuing you."
Originally he just wanted to save those three children, but now he has added Cersei and Jaime... maybe even Robert will not forgive him.
Direwolf had expressed the greatest kindness, but Lioness did not feel grateful. She showed a sarcastic smile.
"Stark, you are such a good person."
I'm just out of honor...Lord Eddard stared at Cersei Queen without making a sound.
Cersei Queen continued, "Jaime told me what happened back then. On the day King's Landing fell, you only had to climb the stairs to get on Iron Throne. That was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you, but you missed it like today. It's really sad..."
Lord Eddard said coldly, "The mistakes I have made in my life are beyond your imagination, but this is not one of them."
Direwolf is still very stubborn, which makes Lioness very annoyed.
Cersei Queen pretended to wipe away tears and turned around.
With her back to Lord Eddard, Cersei's face was expressionless, but her voice was filled with sadness. "Ned, can you give me some time? The children are different from me, they love that person very much... The children have been preparing for several days, and tomorrow is the day to set off... At least wait until we come back from this hunt."
Lord Eddard hesitated for a while, and finally sighed, "Just follow your idea. Sorry, I can only do this."
After a pause, Cersei Queen turned around, and her green eyes looked at Lord Eddard's serious face.
"Stark, please keep your promise..."
As she said that, she looked at Godswood with her beautiful eyes and continued, "The Gods is a witness."
Lord Eddard tapped his chin, Cersei Queen lifted his skirt and took a step forward.
After walking a few steps, Cersei Queen stopped and looked sideways at Lord Eddard.
Cersei's voice was cold. "Stark, among Game of Thrones, if you are not the winner, there is only a dead end, there is no middle ground."
Without waiting for Lord Eddard's reaction, Cersei Queen left quickly.
Night, King's Landing, Iron Gate.
Iron Gate is one of the seven gates of the King's Landing wall. It is located in the northeast of the King's Landing wall. Iron Gate is next to Blackwater Bay, and Rosby Road enters King's Landing through this gate.
Commander of the Gold Cloaks Janos·Slynt was born with a tall head, a double chin, and a body shape like a large wine barrel. He wore a black brocade coat and a half cape of gold thread tied with a small glazed red spear.
He touched his bald forehead and sighed, "It feels like I haven't been here for a long time. Before I was promoted to the commander of the garrison, I served as Captain of the Iron Gate for a long time."
Gryn·Crabb winked at Pell·Pili.
Pell·Pili arrived at King's Landing this morning. He looked tired but was in good spirits.
Pell glanced at Gryn, tapped his chin, and strode away.
Rumor has it that Janos·Slynt's father is a butcher, and he looks like a butcher when he smiles.
"Lord Crabb, don't worry, King's Landing no one dares to refuse Lannister Queen's kindness, at least I certainly don't dare, hehe."
Gryn glanced at Janos, who had a somewhat lewd smile, and placed his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
"Slynt Earl, not everyone is qualified to serve His Highness Queen. I don't want to hear such misunderstanding words again..."
As he spoke, he tapped the hilt of the sword with his slender fingers and continued, "I hope it's a joke."
Janos's face stiffened for a moment, then he laughed, "Of course it's a joke!"
After hearing Janos's explanation, Gryn's eyes became softer.
When Janos approached, Gryn smelled a strong smell of alcohol.
"Lord Crabb, although we are using the name of replacing old equipment, but..."
Janos lowered his voice and continued, "In fact, they are all new things. How dare I hand over old things to Lannister Queen."
When Janos saw the arrogant Queen's Chamberlain finally showing a smile, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief... At the same time, he secretly cursed in his heart: Huh, he's just a lackey of Queen.
Janos smiled happily... If he hadn't taken this opportunity to seek refuge with Lannister, he wouldn't have pleased a little Steward!
Why is Janos so anxious to take refuge with Cersei Queen?
Although Janos·Slynt usually behaves rudely, he has noticed the new Hand of the King Eddard·Stark is very dissatisfied with his performance. The new Hand of the King is not the former Hand of the King, Lord Stark has a great influence on King Robert. Janos is very worried about losing his position to Commander of the Gold Cloaks. He urgently needs the support of big shots to maintain his current power.
When Janos was in trouble, Lannister Queen stretched out his hand to him, and he felt that the Gods was protecting him.
Pell came over. "My lord, 1,000 pointed helmets, 1,000 chain armor hoods, and 1,000 breastplates."
Gryn raised his eyebrows and turned his head to look at Janos.
Rubbing his big fat hands, Janos quickly explained, "Lord Crabb, please report to Lannister Queen on my behalf. There are many eyes staring at the garrison. In order not to attract Vigilance from others, I first prepared 1,000 sets of equipment."
Gryn nodded in agreement. "Lord Janos, you are very thoughtful. His Highness Queen really does not like unnecessary trouble."
Janos's smile became deeper, "I have arranged for people to prepare the remaining equipment. In three days at most, my Gold Cloaks will replace those... old items."
In the night sky, the full moon hangs high.
Outside King's Landing, Rosby Road, Gryn and Pell were riding horses in front, followed by transport carriages.
Gryn pulled the reins and adjusted the direction of the horse. "Pell, you are temporarily stationed near the forest to the east of Rosby Road. The grain and grass needed by the legion will be transported by the merchants of the Lannister family from Rosby in the north."
Pell nodded his head.
Gryn added, "Russell's manager will also prepare a batch of grain and grass to be stored near Iron Gate."
Seeing the confusion on Pell's face, Gryn smiled and asked, "Ser Pell, don't you like Iron Gate?"
After thinking for a while, Pell tentatively said, "Sir, do you want to..."
Gryn nodded. "We must control a city gate, otherwise I won't worry."
He shook the reins and continued, "Pell, you must be ready at any time and wait for my orders. Also, you must remember that the enemies that prevent us from guarding the city gate may not be outside the city, but inside the city."
"Yes, sir!"
The next morning, Red Keep, Maester's Tower.
"Nine-fingered Maester" Pycelle said with a smile on his face, "Sir Gryn, welcome to your arrival, Pycelle is at your disposal."
Gryn pointed to the chair in front of the table and said, "Sit down, Pycelle Grand Maester."
The old Pycelle sat down tremblingly, and then he almost jumped up from the chair. The reason was... Gryn put down a blank piece of parchment in front of his desk, his favorite, but now it has become one of the protagonists of the nightmare.
Pycelle wants to cry, "Master Gryn, I... I... I have been recovering from my injuries recently and haven't done anything. What I said is true. I swear to the Gods."
Gryn leaned on the back of the chair, folded his legs, and sighed softly, "This morning, when our Highness Queen left Red Keep, I found that her face looked very bad."
Pycelle was stunned for a moment, then cautiously said, "I think... everyone knows that the relationship between Queen and the king is not very good, and our Queen has never liked hunting, so... he is not in a good mood?"
Gryn shook his head slightly and stared at Pycelle: "Our new Hand of the King seems to suspect that there is something wrong with Royal Bloodline. I am referring to the three children."
Pycelle's sleepy eyes suddenly opened wide, and he showed a shocked look.
Gryn smiled slightly, "My guess is correct, it seems you already knew it."
Pycelle nodded blankly at first, then shook his head quickly and said, "Sir, I really don't know..."
Pycelle suddenly stopped talking. Another protagonist of the nightmare appeared in his sight, the dagger.
Gryn put the dagger on the table and said, "Grand Maester Pycelle, please speak slowly, I will listen."
Pycelle took a deep breath and said, "Sir... Sir, I did have doubts, but I didn't dare to think deeply about it."
Gryn showed a clear look. "You have already read the book written by Bachelor Maester Malleon, so you have this suspicion... right?"
Pycelle looked sad and replied in a low voice, "Yes, Master Gryn."
Gryn smiled and said leisurely, "So, in order to gain the trust of the new Hand of the King, you deliberately gave that book to Lord Eddard... implying that there is something wrong with Royal Bloodline... right?"
Pycelle was so frightened that he quickly shook his head and denied. "No, no, Lord Hand took the initiative to ask for that book from me."
Gryn stared at Pycelle quietly for a while. When Pycelle calmed down a little, he said, "Many people in Red Keep saw it. Your waiter took the initiative to send the book to Tower of the Hand, and I saw the book at Hand's Study. Grand Maester Pycelle, this is irrefutable evidence."
Pycelle burst into tears immediately. He had hidden some small thoughts at that time, but he was so unjust... Pycelle is Lord Tywin's servant, how could he harm Cersei Queen?!
Gryn comforted, "Don't worry too much, I will protect you, Grand Maester Pycelle."
Grand Maester Pycelle cried and said, "Master Gryn, I am really unjust. I swear to the Gods."
Gryn frowned, he seemed a little impatient. "Write it."
"Write... what to write?"
Pycelle thought for a moment and said in panic, "Sir Gryn, I really..."
Seeing Gryn pick up the dagger, Pycelle did not dare to speak anymore, and picked up the quill tremblingly, but did not start writing.
Gryn became very patient again, and he said slowly and authentically, "You must be trying to keep your seat at Small Council, because you know something about Stark Hand of the King, and he doesn't trust you. If you don't have outstanding achievements, you will leave Small Council sooner or later.
So, you deliberately handed that book to Stark Hand of the King, and deliberately hinted at Hand Jon Arryn's last words, strong character. When the matter of black hair and blond hair comes to light, Cersei Queen plus the heads of those three children are enough to keep your position, and can also be exchanged for the absolute trust of the new Hand of the King."
Gryn finally praised, "A great strategy, isn't it, Grand Maester Pycelle."
Grand Maester Pycelle stared at the gentle-faced Gryn. He was beyond shocked. Who does Gryn belong to? What exactly does he want to do?
He knows best...Gryn fabricated his crime. He is absolutely unjust, but there is irrefutable evidence of coincidence... He knows that if he writes it in his own hand based on the facts Gryn made up... he will never be able to escape the control of the person in front of him.
Unless Lord Stark is willing to testify for him, but... is this necessary?
I don't want to die, I want to live.