Backstab 12

Ser Addam came before the Lioness, his brow tightly furrowed as he said in a deep voice, "Queen Regent Cersei, you should not be here—"

Before he could finish, there was a sharp slap as Cersei viciously struck him across the face.

"Commander of the Gold Cloaks?"

The Lioness's green eyes seemed to blaze with raging fire. "What right do you have to stand before me and point fingers?"

Ser Addam slowly exhaled and shifted his feet. His tall frame nearly blocked the study door completely.

Though he remained silent, his resolute actions said everything.

"Move!"

Addam's face remained cold and expressionless. He stood immovable like an iron tower.

"Very well."

Queen Regent Cersei's full breasts heaved with fury. She stared coldly at Addam, gave a derisive laugh, and said, "Ser Osfryd, kill him for me."

At the Queen Regent's command, Osfryd Kettleblack froze slightly. Before he could act, however, his brother, Ser Osney, moved first—his sword came free with a hiss.

The moment Ser Osney drew his sword, the Red Cloaks standing opposite the Lioness all drew theirs with a series of hisses.

The atmosphere instantly turned taut with hostility.

Seeing this, Ser Osfryd immediately drew his own sword, cold sweat beading on his brow under the suffocating tension.

He exchanged a glance with his brother and was about to step in front of Cersei when she shoved him aside.

The Lioness sneered again, then contemptuously swept her gaze over the sword points leaning toward her and took a large step forward.

Other than Ser Addam, the Red Cloaks had no choice but to retreat a step in unison, swords in hand.

Cersei raised her chin. "If you have the courage to harm me, I may consider rewarding you with an honorable death."

With that, she took another step