Choice

The sky was darkened by dark clouds.

Horn Hill, Lord's study room.

At this time, Randyll·House Tarly Earl stared expressionlessly at the letter written by his eldest son Samwell·House Tarly personally giving up the inheritance rights of Horn Hill and House Tarly.

Melissa Florent stared at her husband sitting at the table and said, "Randyll, he made a brave choice. I am proud of Samwell!"

Randyll snorted coldly and said, "Coward, he bravely chose to escape."

Randyll's answer made Melissa, who had been suppressing her emotions, finally burst out.

"Randyll! I knew you would still look down on Samwell, so I shouldn't have come to you! Randyll, you should never forget that it was you who personally forced my eldest son away!"

Randyll's wife, the kind-hearted Melissa, has always been gentle in his impression.

Although Randyll didn't show it on the face, Melissa today made this famous battlefield general stunned for a moment.

Randyll placed the letter on the table and said coldly, "If he still has family in his heart, he should go to the Wall, put on black clothes and join the honorary Night's Watch!"

Randyll stood up from the chair and continued, "The one he chose turned out to be the Lord Crabb who had a tongue fight at the Highgarden banquet!

Lord Crabb is a guy who only uses his tongue to stir up trouble. He deceived the superficial people and denied my military exploits!

Many people believed his lies that could only deceive White Walker... More than ten years ago, I fought bloody battles, and now I have become House Targaryen's sinner?!"

Melissa might be angry too.

Normally when hearing these contents, Melissa would definitely comfort her husband first.

But today, Melissa didn't want to do this. Her eldest son had left her, and she was the one who needed to be comforted the most.

Melissa mocked. "Haah, this time I support Samwell's choice. I'm really proud of him! You made me lose my eldest son, so... let your ridiculous military exploits go to White Walker!"

Randyll said angrily, "You!"

Mrs. Melissa, who had released her dissatisfaction, felt that her words were a little too much.

However, it is impossible to apologize!

Melissa thought she would never forget that time when Samwell came to see her alone.

Melissa dissipated a lot of accumulated resentment, and she gradually calmed down.

"Randyll Earl, you only have one son left now. I warn you, don't force Dickon away again! If anything goes wrong with Dickon, I will never forgive you!"

Mrs. House Tarly, who has always been gentle, couldn't help but turn on her fire again.

In Melissa's impression, Samwell has always been a smart and kind-hearted child. It was Randyll's inappropriate teaching that made Samwell become more and more timid.

In a mother's eyes, her child is of course the best. It's only because the father, Randyll, doesn't know how to educate him and forces a good child to dare not come out to see others.

Facing Melissa's venting, Randyll took a deep breath and did not speak again.

Mrs. House Tarly doesn't want to continue quarreling with her husband. She is worried that if time goes by, the children will find out.

She didn't want the children to see their parents in embarrassing situations.

"Randyll, I don't want to see you recently!"

Mrs. House Tarly left the last words and left Randyll's study angrily. By the way... she closed the door with a bang.

Randyll:"..."

Randyll walked to the window and looked up into the sky.

The dark clouds covered the sky, and as the wind blew away the clouds, the sky was exposed, and the sunlight poured out, illuminating the world again.

The shining sun made Randyll's eyes close slightly.

Deserter, how dare you embarrass me?!

Randyll The corners of his lips, as hard as steel, curled up slightly.

Red Keep, King's Hall.

Lancel·Lannister has been in trouble recently.

Once again, Lancel couldn't help but find an excuse to meet Cersei Queen.

After meeting, he boldly approached Cersei, only to find that his extraordinarily gentle cousin had disappeared that night.

Cousin Cersei returned to her familiar arrogance. Cersei was not only indifferent to his approach, but even ignored him coldly.

This is the normal appearance of Cersei in Lancel's impression, but he is very unaccustomed to it, which makes him worry about gains and losses and feels like he has been abandoned.

Therefore, Lancel often suffers from insomnia. He wonders whether Cersei's attitude change means he is dissatisfied with his progress?

Without waiting for Cersei's reminder, Lancel had already taken the initiative to put on the wine Cersei gave him.

After Robert took a bite, he just paused. Lancel was rarely praised by King Robert.

Now Lancel is very confused... What else can he do to make Cersei look at him differently again?

"Idiot! Didn't you see the wine glass was empty?"

Robert·Baratheon King's deafening voice startled the distracted Lancel, and his heart was pounding.

Lancel, trembling all over, hurriedly picked up the jug and poured wine.

When the wine was filled, Robert, who had a rosy face, raised his glass and drank it down in one gulp, saying, "You Lannister idiot, what are you doing standing there in a daze? Didn't you see the wine glass was empty again?"

Facing Robert, who was as majestic as a black bear, Lancel could only tremble.

"Go away, stand aside, don't be an eyesore in front of me! If you dare to be dazed again, I will smash your head to pieces!"

Lancel, who was holding the wine bottle, immediately moved away like a panicked rabbit.

Lancel lowered his head, his heart was in his throat, and it was so congested that it was difficult to breathe.

Lancel wanted to cry. This was not what he imagined King's Squire should be like.

Why Robert King's attendant pours wine every day besides pouring wine.

What will others call him in the future? Sommelier?

Lancel thought of Westerlands's father who was far away.

Will his father be ashamed of his face? Has he brought shame to House Lannister?

Lancel suddenly thought, was it because of this that Cersei was so polite to him?

"Fuck! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!"

Robert's thunderous shouts and curses made Lancel tremble, and he almost threw the wine bottle away.

At the critical moment, Lancel hugged the wine bottle tightly.

"In a daze again? You Lannister stupid pig! What are you still doing in a daze, waiting for me to wring your neck? Come here and pour some wine!"

Robert's training was very successful, and Lancel no longer dared to lose focus.

King's Landing, Master of Coin private residence.

The afternoon sun gradually climbed onto the window lattice. The mottled projection warmed every corner and every particle of dust in the house.

Petyr·Lord Baelish raised the corners of his lips after hearing the news reported by the attendant.

"Intelligence is wealth, I like little surprises like this."

The attendant said, "Sir, please give me your instructions."

Petyr's green eyes moved slightly, and his smile was always elegant, "Although it is not expensive enough, it is enough as a gift that I have not seen for a long time. He will feel my sincerity."

After a pause, Petyr said again, "Arrange it immediately and keep it safe for me. Don't let any surprises happen that will disappoint me."

The attendant's body couldn't help but trembled, and he said, "I obey, my lord!"

After the attendant left, Petyr leaned on the back of his chair and looked out the window.

Lord Jon's condition was very serious some time ago, and Petyr once thought that Lord Jon might die at any time.

Petyr's Chain of Schemes has not yet perfected its layout. This situation is not conducive to the interests of Petyr.

However, the arrival of King Robert brought him an unexpected surprise.

After Lord Jon met King Robert, his physical condition improved visibly.

Is it the stimulation of Robert or the problem of Grand Maester Pycelle?

Without time to think about it, Petyr fell into conflict again.

Lord Jon improving too quickly will also cause Petyr a headache. He doesn't want Lord Jon to die now, but he also doesn't want to see Hand of the King who has recovered from health.

A healthy Hand of the King will weaken the power that Petyr has already obtained.

At most half a year...Petyr A cold light flashed in his eyes.

Generally speaking, everything has been going well recently and everything has developed into what he expected, which makes Petyr feel very good.

Petyr's eyes suddenly trembled slightly.

Petyr, who was thinking, suddenly came up with an idea that made him feel weird. It seemed that things became smoother for him when Lord Gryn was away from King's Landing?

Petyr shook his head and got rid of the ridiculous thought that suddenly occurred to him.

The extremely intelligent Petyr is not superstitious. He only believes in reliable intelligence, which has always been his most reliable force for victory.

Petyr is now most suspicious of Grand Maester Pycelle, who is responsible for treating Lord Jon.

Robert The king is not a good doctor. When faced with problems, he only knows how to swing a hammer.

Others thought that King Robert's timely return was the key to Lord Jon's improvement.

However, Petyr didn't think so. His intuition told him that there was something wrong with Grand Maester Pycelle, who seemed to have no desires and desires!

Petyr will not arbitrarily trust his intuition. He has already begun to investigate Grand Maester Pycelle to verify whether his intuition is right or wrong.

Maegor's Holdfast, Queen bedroom.

On the bed, Cersei·Lannister, who had just finished their love affair, pressed Jaime·Lannister under him.

The slender hands were still trembling slightly, Cersei stroked Jaime's handsome face and asked, "Jaime, have you figured it out now?"

Jaime closed his eyes, indulged in reminiscing about Cersei's tenderness, and did not answer Cersei's questions.

Seeing that Jaime remained silent, Cersei lost his patience and left Jaime's body, grabbed the white nightgown on the side and put it on himself.

Jaime sighed, opened his eyes, leaned sideways and supported his cheek with one hand, and said with a smile, "Cersei, what else do you think I can say?"

Cersei glanced sideways at Jaime, but did not stop the movement of his hands.

Jaime saw Cersei getting up and leaving the bed after putting on his nightgown, and smiled fondly.

Jaime reached out and grabbed Cersei's neck. "I know, I know, at any time in the end, besides supporting you, what else can I do?"

Hearing this, the corners of Cersei's mouth finally curved.

Cersei leaned over and approached Jaime, patted Jaime's face gently, and said warmly, "Jaime, you have become cunning. You have to torment me first. Although the process makes me happy, the thought of it makes me unhappy."

Jaime smiled and folded his hands behind his head, looked at Cersei and said, "Cersei, this makes me intoxicated."

Cersei glanced sideways at Jaime, couldn't help but lower his head, and left a warm feeling on Jaime's forehead.

Jaime's handsomeness also makes Cersei unconsciously lost.

Cersei turned his face sideways and lay on Jaime's generous chest. "Jaime, you have changed recently. I don't know where exactly, but I can feel it."

Jaime raised the corners of his lips, rubbed Cersei's hair, and said, "Cersei, you will always understand me best."

As he spoke, Jaime sighed slightly and continued, "I was originally very confident in investigating what happened behind the scenes, but the more information I collected, the more confused I became... In the end, I didn't even dare to judge the truth from the false... The changes you noticed are actually me recognizing myself. Maybe this is a good thing."

Cersei narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "What's the good thing?"

Jaime's tone was helpless. "I think... I may not be suitable for dealing with complex situations. I think I am more suitable for being a good sword, a sword that only belongs to you."

Hearing Jaime's sincere words, Cersei immediately opened his eyes and his eyes were bright.

From a perspective that Jaime couldn't see, Cersei couldn't help showing a proud look.

Cersei lowered her voice, and it seemed that her tone was still calm. "Jaime, I support your determination. With your sword and my wisdom, no one can be our opponent. From now on, you will have less troubles and more happiness."

"More happiness?"

Cersei buried his head in Jaime's chest and nodded.

"The sword has thrown away its thoughts, and it only remains sharp. For you, this sword has finally found its sharpness... To celebrate and as a reward, I will reward you first in the future."

Cersei drew circles with his white and tender fingers, and then said, "Lest you have to spend all your energy just to get the chance to torment me... In order not to affect the sharpness of my sword, for you, I can only put in some effort and choose to make you happy in advance, my Jaime, my sword."

The red sunshine shines on the blue sea, and the sea is shining with golden light, shining like brocade, and it is gorgeous and colorful.

Free Cities, Governor's mansion.

Daenerys·Targaryen"Brother, you can't do this, I'm not a trading commodity!"

Snap!

Daenerys was slapped to the ground by Viserys·Targaryen.

Viserys straightened his clothes and spoke with suppressed madness, "My sister, don't try to wake Wake the Dragon."

Daenerys propped up his upper body with one hand, covered his numb cheek with the other hand, and couldn't help sobbing.

Although Daenerys's maid was also trembling because of fear of Viserys, she mustered up the courage to run over, squatted down and hugged the trembling Daenerys tightly.

Viserys raised his sharp chin and said, "I said the last time was the last time!"

Viserys The coldness in his words made the maid shiver.

"No... don't, brother!"

Daenerys spread his arms to block the maid.

Daenerys's actions completely angered Viserys.

"I am the king of Andals, Rhoynar, First Men, the third generation of King of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm, Viserys·Targaryen, and the only true king of Iron Throne!"

"How dare you resist me, congratulations, you successfully awakened Wake the Dragon!"

After saying that, Viserys strode forward and pushed Daenerys away.

Viserys stretched out his hand and grabbed the maid's long hair, and then started punching and kicking her.

Daenerys ignored the pain in his body and wanted to stop his brother's violence. With a bang, he was kicked to the ground by Viserys.

"Please, please, let her go, let her go..."

The helpless Daenerys helplessly begged Viserys for mercy.

At first, the maid made a sound because of the pain, but now she collapsed on the ground like soft mud, making no sound.

After venting Wake the Dragon, Viserys stood quietly for a while, took a long breath, and reached out to ruffle his silver hair.

Viserys reached out and grabbed Daenerys's chin.

The petite Daenerys was pulled in front of him by Viserys.

Daenerys's little face, which was red and swollen from the slap, had to face the slim face of Viserys that was right in front of her, which deeply frightened her.

Viserys frowned and wiped the tears on Daenerys's face with his other hand. "My will cannot be resisted, do you understand now?"

Viserys A smile appeared on his pale face.

Viserys's smile made Daenerys even more panicked.

Unable to hear Daenerys's answer, Viserys's hand holding Daenerys's face increased its strength. "Are you resisting me with silence?"

Viserys's big hands deformed Daenerys's little face.

The horrified Daenerys struggled to say, "I... get it..."

After saying that, Daenerys's tears fell silently again.

Viserys then showed a satisfied smile and let go of Daenerys.

Seeing Daenerys's petite body shaking, Viserys immediately stretched out his hand to support her, his movements were very gentle.

At that moment, Daenerys, who fell into despair, wondered if her brother was back!

Viserys immediately broke Daenerys's humble illusion.

"My sister, I need an army. With an army, I can bring an army home. I will bring an army home enough to take back Iron Throne.

If I have to marry you off to get this for me, then just do it for me.

As long as it allows me to have an army, even if every soldier has to kill you, I will agree, even the soldiers' horses, if necessary.

Now I just gave you to one person, and you should be snickering... Hurry up and wipe away your tears, Illyrio is going to bring him over, and I don't want him to see you crying.

If you screw up, I won't forgive you... don't try to wake up Wake the Dragon!"

After Viserys finished speaking, he helped Daenerys trim his messy silver hair, and very gently left a hot and moist feeling on Daenerys's forehead.

Daenerys was allowed to be manipulated by Viserys, and his empty eyes seemed to have lost all life.

In the early morning, the sky was slightly flushed, coupled with warm rays of sunshine, there were red and purple clouds.

King's Landing suburban.

Dang~~dang~dangdang~dang~dangdang~~~~

Gryn looked at the towering silhouette of King's Landing, and the tunes from his previous life once again appeared in his mind.

Gryn pulled the reins.

Gryn lamented that when he first came to King's Landing two months ago, he was just Crackclaw Point's Baron of The Whispers.

Now, entering King's Landing for the second time two months later, I... am still Baron of The Whispers.