Faith Militant

After a pause, Cersei suddenly asked, "What has Margaery been doing lately?"

Ever since taking control of the Small Council, Cersei's days had been almost entirely consumed by the kingdom's countless affairs, leaving her no energy to spare... but she would never lower her guard against that false and cunning rose.

The Lioness would not let her enemies enjoy themselves for long. Joffrey in heaven was still waiting for his mother to avenge him.

"Other than at night, Lady Margaery spends every day with King Tommen—reading, riding, and playing with him. Her maidservants often bring toys His Grace likes from outside. She occasionally goes riding as well, but never for long."

Cersei stopped walking and fell silent for a moment. "Tell the Master of Household that, from today onward, Tommen is to dine with me in the evenings."

"Yes, Your Grace."

Surrounded by her attendants, Cersei soon arrived beside the royal carriage adorned with gilded lions, which had long been waiting outside the Throne Room.

Before entering the carriage, Cersei glanced at the Commander of the Gold Cloaks standing beside its door and had him ride with her.

Inside the carriage, the broad, tall Ser Osfryd took the seat opposite Cersei.

Seeing how unusually "well-behaved" Osfryd had become, Cersei gave a soft laugh. "Ser Osfryd, would you like some wine?"

Without waiting for his reply, Cersei took up a goblet, poured two cups of wine, and handed one to him.

Osfryd lowered his eyes and respectfully accepted the cup. His movements... seemed almost afraid of accidentally touching Cersei's fingers.

Cersei's brow furrowed slightly. Gryn's sword stroke had turned every man around her into a true knight worthy of praise from the Gods.

She took a sip of wine. "How is Osmund's injury?"

Osfryd looked up at Cersei, fell silent for