Lynn simply stood in the doorway, blocking the exit.
Lynn silently watched the two Gold Cloaks who were about to drag Cersei away.
But under his gaze, the two Gold Cloaks involuntarily released their grip on Cersei.
They were no fools. They knew who their master was.
Joffrey's smile remained frozen on his face.
He had only just savored the pleasure of controlling his mother's fate when that man appeared again.
"Lord Lynn, what is the meaning of this?"
Joffrey tried to make his voice sound like a king's, full of authority.
But even he could hear the slight tremor in it.
"Nothing in particular."
Lynn's gaze shifted from the two Gold Cloaks to Joffrey.
"I'm taking her with me."
His voice was soft, as though he were discussing something utterly trivial.
But to Joffrey, those words sounded louder than thunder.
Taking her?
Taking her away again?
What gives you the right!
Anger flared deep inside Joffrey.
I'm the king!
I'm the king of the Seven Kingdoms!
I just decided her fate, and now you think you can take her away just like that?
What do you take me for?
"No!"
Joffrey blurted it out without thinking.
The moment the word left his mouth, he regretted it.
He saw a hint of amusement enter Lynn's gaze.
It was the look someone might give a child throwing a tantrum who posed no threat whatsoever.
Joffrey felt his cheeks burn.
He remembered that secret.
The secret that could turn him from a king into a bastard in an instant.
He remembered that the man before him could doom him beyond redemption with a single sentence.
"I..."
The courage Joffrey had just mustered drained away in an instant.
His fists clenched and loosened at his sides, then clenched again.
He wanted to resist,