"Let me write my own history." Trembling, Jaime tore out his own page. This was what mattered most to him.
From this moment on, he would write his own life.
In the early morning, great golden banners stood like mushrooms around Casterly Rock.
Black stags ran through golden woods, flames rising from their antlers.
It was a lonely fortress, and a sturdy one.
Rock was highly resistant to fire and explosions. If the enemy remained united, holing up inside for six months or a year would be no problem.
Gendry looked at Casterly Rock nearby as its bells pealed.
Jaime hasn't killed Cersei, has he? Gendry thought.
But if he really had, that would fit the man's character arc.
Cersei had always been quite mad, and she would grow even madder after Joffrey and Tywin's deaths.
At last, Casterly Rock's gates slowly opened.
Several bodies were carried out.
The one-handed Jaime looked haggard, his expression indifferent.
"I bend the knee to you, my king."
Chapter 455: The kneeling lion, no two suns in the sky
The morning light was beautiful and varied, but the grim atmosphere of war grew heavier by the moment.
An enormous gray-brown rock stretched along the coast, truly worthy of being called an architectural marvel.
Casterly Rock had become a city of bells, their booming peals ringing without end.
The bells mourning the king's death rang from the sept, the barracks, and the Hall of Heroes to the Council Hall.
Casterly Rock was three times the height of the Wall and the Hightower, making the utmost use of its terrain, like a lion's den.
Around Casterly Rock, Gendry sent his standard-bearers running ahead, the king's Golden Four-Part Banners flying from their long poles.
Warhorses neighed, and the knights in golden cloaks and heavy black armor