Barristan Selmy's brows were knitted together, and his eyes were a little confused.
"Burden? Queen Mother?"
Varys walked out with light steps. He smiled and said, "Old Sir, Queen Regent means... your Lord Commander of the Kingsguard position has been relieved."
Barristan's expression became dull, and the gray-haired man seemed to be frozen in place.
He spoke with difficulty, "Your Majesty, Kingsguard has made an oath for the rest of his life. Only death can relieve him of his sacred mission."
Cersei·Lannister's eyes moved slightly and looked at the pale Barristan.
"Old Sir, who died? Is it you or your king?"
Iron Throne heard the voice of Joffrey, his tone seemed to be accusing.
"My father is dead and you are too old for anyone to protect you!"
Barristan seemed to become older instantly. He looked at King Joffrey who was above him.
"Your Majesty, since I first mastered the sword, becoming Kingsguard is the only thing I want. When I was twenty-three years old, I gave up the inheritance rights of the Harvest Hall. I have no need for fiefdom or heirs. Throughout my life, I can only contribute to the country.
When I took the oath, Sir Gerald House Hightower (known as White Bull, Aerys II's Lord Commander of the Kingsguard) was the witness. I swore to do my best to protect the king until death.
Before I served your father, I protected King Aerys, as well as his father Jaehaerys. I served three kings..."
Varys interjected. "Oh, they are all dead, how sad."
Queen Regent Cersei showed an impatient look. "Old Sir, your duty ends here."
Barristan moved her lips, but no sound came out.
Queen Regent Cersei raised her chin and continued, "Small Council has decided that Sir Jaime·Lannister will take over your position as Lord Commander of the Kingsguard."
As she said that, she glanced at Barristan with her beautiful eyes, and said with a hint of sarcasm in her tone, ""My son needs young and strong people around him."
"Kingslayer?"
Barristan first said the nickname Jaime contemptuously, and then said in a stern tone, "Is he the hypocritical knight who stained his sword with the blood of the king he swore to protect? Is he going to stain Lord Commander of the Kingsguard's position now?"
Queen Regent Cersei's voice was filled with anger. "Old Sir, please pay attention to your wording. Ser Jaime is my beloved brother and Joffrey's uncle."
Barristan reached out to unbutton the buttons on his shoulders, and the snow-white cloak that represented the sacred mission fell to the ground.
"Kingsguard's white robe is no longer pure, so naturally I will no longer be attached to it."
Pycelle glanced at Queen Regent Cersei with an angry look on his face, and he stood up.
"Barristan Selmy, you are no longer Kingsguard. You are now a superfluous person, this... hypocritical knight."
After Pycelle finished speaking, everyone burst into laughter, including his five Kingsguard brothers.
The laughter was too harsh, and the heroic old man stood there with a blushing face, too angry to speak.
With a bang, Barristan drew out the long sword from his waist.
Suddenly, there were screams, and Ser Boros and Ser Meryn of Kingsguard quickly stepped forward to confront Ser Barristan Selmy, but they were frozen in place by the sharp eyes of the old jazz.
"Ser Boros, Ser Meryn, there is no need to be afraid, your king is safe, but this is not because of your effective protection. Even now..."
Barristan's sharp gaze swept across all Kingsguard, and he continued, "I can still chop all five of you down like cheese. If you plan to serve Kingslayer, then you are not worthy of wearing this white robe."
Choking, Barristan threw his sword at the bottom of Iron Throne.
He raised his eyes and looked at the superior Joffrey, and said, "Kid, take it. You can melt this sword and let Iron Throne get another one... In that case, it may be more helpful to you than the swords in the hands of these five people."
He turned around and took steps. The noble men and women stood aside to let him pass. His footsteps hit the floor with a loud sound, and the echo echoed in Throne Room.
Waiting until the Gold Cloakss closed Throne Room's oak bronze door again, Joffrey's angry voice came from Iron Throne.
"How dare he call me a kid? I'm going to arrest him!"
Red Keep Towers of the city wall.
Gryn·Crabb folded his hands on his chest and leaned against the wall. Opposite him was Jaime·Lannister, who looked a little melancholy.
Gryn joked, "Ser Jaime, you look like... a lost child?"
Jaime glanced sideways at Gryn, but remained silent.
Gryn pointed in the direction of Throne Room and said, "I heard that you are going to be appointed Lord Commander of the Kingsguard. Congratulations."
Jaime:"..."
There was another moment of silence.
Gryn sighed, "I said... Sir, if I remember correctly, it was you who came to find me."
After a pause, Jaime looked at Gryn with his green eyes and said, "How did you know that I would be appointed Lord Commander of the Kingsguard?"
Gryn shrugged and said, "Everyone knows that there are no secrets in Red Keep. People who shouldn't know already know it, but people who should know don't know..."
At this time, with the sound of hurried footsteps, a figure of Gold Cloaks appeared in sight.
"Sir Gryn, Ser Barristan Selmy requests to leave Red Keep."
When Throne Room petitions, until it ends, the door of Red Keep will be closed and entry and exit will be prohibited.
Gryn and Jaime looked at each other. Just as he was about to speak, another Gold Cloaks came trotting over in a hurry.
"Sir Gryn, the Queen Regent has issued an order to arrest Barristan Selmy."
Gryn waved his hand and said, "Let the respected old knight leave. And... tell Ser Barristan Selmy to be careful of our pursuit."
"As you command, Master Gryn."
After Gold Cloaks left, Jaime said, "Lord Gryn, aren't you afraid that Queen Regent Cersei will blame you?"
Gryn spread his hands and said, "Sir, I am helping... well, Queen Regent Cersei, I will say that you let him go."
Jaime's eyes moved and he said, "It seems that you are really planning to hunt down Ser Barristan Selmy, and you are not just pretending."
Gryn tapped his chin and said, "I've given him a chance. Don't forget, he is Barristan the Bold."
Jaime sighed lightly, reached out and patted Gryn's arm, saying, "Lord Gryn, thank you for your help."
"Be happy, Mr. Warden of the East and Lord Commander of the Kingsguard."
Jaime shook his head slightly and looked into the distance with a somewhat complicated look.
"Although Ser Barristan Selmy doesn't like me, I respect him very much. We were... we were Kingsguard brothers, but now... this is not the result I want to see, and this is not what I want."
Gryn's eyes flashed... Cersei's recent actions made Jaime confused.
"Ser Jaime, are you planning to leave King's Landing? Or should you say you are leaving Queen Regent Cersei for a while?"
Jaime turned to Gryn, and he showed a surprised look.
"No wonder Tyrion told me that you two are the two smartest heads of King's Landing."
"Sir, we both know each other well. It's not hard to guess."
Gryn shrugged and said, "I hope the excuse you are looking for is not to find the lost self."
Jaime:"..."
Gryn guessed correctly again, Jaime was speechless.
Jaime plans to leave Cersei's side, indeed in order to regain his lost knight's heart.
Last time at Throne Room, Direwolf released Jaime as a prisoner. Direwolf's men could be said to have laid down their weapons, but Cersei ordered them to be executed.
Jaime watched helplessly as the heroic the Warrior who gave up resistance fell into a pool of blood one by one. Has he become an accomplice in deceiving these people?
Jaime admitted that he hated Robert·Baratheon, but he wanted to prevent Cersei from executing Robert's illegitimate children because they were just innocent children. Why did Cersei insist on doing this? Of course Jaime knew the real reason.
Last night, Cersei suddenly told him that he would be appointed as Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, and Ser Barristan Selmy would be expelled from Red Keep.
Why would Cersei be so impatient to expel Ser Barristan Selmy who was loyal to his oath? Of course Jaime knows the real reason.
He is the Oathbreaker, he is Kingslayer, what qualifications does he have to take over as Lord Commander of the Kingsguard?
Kingsguard, who shoulders the sacred mission and represents the highest knightly honor... gradually turned black because of him.
He suddenly felt that he was really a ridiculous existence. In order to love Cersei... which level of hell would he go to?
Jaime The wonderful dream weaved for himself by his own hands was shattered piece by piece.
Whether it was leaving or escaping, he needed to change to a strange place and he needed to think carefully.
Jaime grabbed Gryn's shoulders tightly. He stared at Gryn and solemnly said, "Lord Gryn, I entrust Cersei's safety to you. This is my request."
Throne Room.
Master of Ceremonies's voice was loud and clear. "The king listens to the petitions of his subjects."
"If you have something to report, report it; if nothing happens, be silent!"
The hall gradually became quiet, making Sansa·Stark in the crowd even more nervous.
The Gods Please give me courage...Sansa Tell yourself that she must do it now, she must save her father.
Right now...Sansa exhaled and walked out leisurely.
Sansa stopped below Iron Throne, and Master of Ceremonies sang. "Miss Sansa of House Stark."
"Your Majesty the King.", Sansa raised her skirt in front of Joffrey.
Sansa quietly raised her eyes, and she saw Joffrey looking at her with a smile. His smile gave her the greatest courage.
"If you have something to report, report it; if nothing happens, be silent!"
Sansa knelt down. She looked at the superior Joffrey and said, "Your Majesty, I want to petition for my father, the former Hand of the King Eddard·Lord Stark, and ask you to forgive his crimes with your mercy."
Grand Maester Pycelle's voice came over first. "Miss, your father has committed a heinous crime."
Varys sighed and said, "Oh, what a poor child... Sir, she is just a child and has no idea what she is asking for."
Sansa was trembling with fear. She didn't know what to do. She could only cast her begging eyes on Iron Throne, where her lover was sitting.
Joffrey did not disappoint Sansa, Joffrey's voice came out on Iron Throne in a timely manner.
"Let her speak, I want to hear what she has to say."
Sansa nodded with emotion and gratitude. "As you command, my Majesty."
Pycelle shook his head, his tone seemed to be pronouncing a verdict. "The crime of rebellion is like a poisonous weed. It must be uprooted and killed, otherwise rebels will spread everywhere."
Varys said with a gentle face, "Miss Sansa, can you deny the crimes your father committed?"
Sansa In the past few days, he has thought of a way to save his father, or an "excuse" to shirk his crime.
She spoke cautiously, "Your Majesty the King, Queen Regent, my lords, I do not deny it."
Buzz!
Whispers in the hall suddenly began to fall one after another.
"Nothing happens, be quiet! Be quiet! Be quiet!"
After the silence was restored, Joffrey's voice sounded, "Miss, please continue."
"Your Majesty, I know very well that my father must accept sanctions. All I ask is to be open to the public and let him live.
My father must have regretted what he did. He was a close friend of King Robert during his lifetime, and he truly respected and loved King Robert.
I believe everyone here understands that before King Robert spoke, he had never had the idea of becoming Hand of the King. He must have been bewitched by Lord Renly or Lord Stannis, otherwise he would not..."
King Joffrey leaned forward, looked at Sansa below, and said, "He said I am not a king, why did he say that?"
Sansa has already quietly prepared the answer to this kind of question.
When she heard Joffrey's question, she almost blurted it out.
"My father was deceived by someone he trusted. He loved King Robert so much that he also trusted King Robert's brother."
Varys Holding hands together, he said softly, "This is due to the child's confidence in his father... how simple and innocent... but don't people often say that wisdom often comes from the mouths of children?"
Pycelle shook his head stubbornly. "Sir Varys, no matter what the reason is, rebellion is rebellion."
Joffrey frowned and thought for a while, then said, "Mother, what do you mean?"
"If Lord Stark is willing to confess his crime..."
Queen Regent Cersei looked at Sansa for a while, and she sighed, "We can be sure that he has repented, and we hope that he will not let down Sansa's good intentions."
Joffrey stood up from Iron Throne and casually glanced at the people below.
Sansa looked at Joffrey, she did not dare to say anything anymore, she kept begging in her heart: please... please... you are the king in my heart... the kind, noble and kind-hearted king... please!
Perhaps Joffrey heard Sansa's inner begging, Joffrey tapped his chin towards Sansa.
Joffrey's voice was very gentle. "Miss, do you have anything else to say?"
Joffrey's tenderness gave Sansa full courage, allowing her to see the hope of saving her father.
"Please... please, for the sake of your love for me, please grant my wish, my prince."
Joffrey looked down at Sansa, paused, and nodded slightly, as if he was telling Sansa that everything would be fine.
"Miss Sansa, your heartfelt words touched me. I can fulfill your love for your father, but your father must first bow his head and confess his sins, and admit that I am his king, otherwise I will not be merciful."