Cersei felt inexplicably panicked when he heard his words.
After these two days of entanglement, she was actually a little afraid of the man in front of her.
But as the daughter of House Lannister, as the queen of Seven Kingdoms, her bone-deep pride does not allow her to show any weakness.
She still raised her chin proudly, and even glanced at Davion's belly provocatively.
The maids were a little at a loss and all turned to look at Cersei.
They are Cersei's personal maids, and they only obey Cersei's orders. Although Davion is powerful, he is not their master after all.
Cersei met the eyes of the maids, and showed a contemptuous smile to Davion, feeling secretly proud in his heart:
No matter what, I am also the Queen Seven Kingdoms, the most powerful woman in Seven Kingdoms. These servants will only listen to me and will never listen to the orders of you, a down-and-out Earl.
She waved her hand lightly and said to the maids:
"You can go out, there is no need to serve here."
This temporary act of bravery ultimately cost her dearly.
Another all-night struggle made her taste miserable defeat again.
In a blink of an eye, it was the early morning of Melee of the Seven day, the sky was still dark, and the candlelight of Red Keep was still dim.
Davion stood beside the bed and let the maids arrange his clothes.
Cersei supported his body, pretending to be relaxed, and lay on his side on the bed.
Even though my whole body was sore and I almost didn't have the strength to raise my hands, I still wanted to gain some upper hand in language and regain some face.
"What's wrong? Davion Earl, are you out of strength? Are you in a hurry to leave before dawn?"
There was an imperceptible hoarseness in her voice, and her tone was full of sarcasm.
Davion smiled disdainfully. The maids present could all see that Cersei was strong on the outside but strong on the inside, let alone him.
"Today is Melee of the Seven, and the bonus is fifteen thousand Gold Dragon."
"These fifteen thousand Gold Dragon may not be worth mentioning in the eyes of Her Majesty the Queen, but to me, they are of great use!"
"Enough to repair a corner of Harrenhal and feed more of his subordinates!"
Cersei raised his eyebrows, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, and then winked at the maid on the side.
The maid immediately turned around, took out a heavy money bag, and placed it respectfully in front of Cersei.
Cersei reached out and pushed the money bag out of the bed. With a crash, the bag fell apart and the golden Gold Dragon rolled out and scattered on the carpet.
Davion looked at Cersei in confusion, not understanding the purpose of her actions.
Cersei raised a provocative smile at the corner of his mouth and spoke slowly:
"I heard that you lived in a brothel. Those lowly prostitutes not only didn't take your money, but also paid you Silver Stag."
"In the past two days, I have only thought that you are nothing more than that!"
"But those prostitutes are so generous. As Queen Seven Kingdoms, how can I be compared to them?"
"These Gold Dragon should be regarded as your reward for serving me these two days."
After saying that, Cersei looked at Davion provocatively, his eyes full of pride.
She secretly comforted herself in her heart:
If Davion lowers his body and bends down to pick up the money, it is equivalent to admitting that he is serving her, no different from those male prostitutes who provide entertainment for others.
Thinking of this, the unwillingness in her heart eased a little.
Davion lowered his head and looked at Gold Dragon on the carpet, and then looked at the money bag. There were at least several hundred Gold Dragon in it, and the amount was not small.
Cersei is so "generous", Davion will naturally not refuse.
After the maids had put on his robes, Davion squatted down with a calm expression, picked up the scattered Gold Dragon one by one, and put them back into the money bag.
He moved calmly and without any embarrassment.
After picking up Gold Dragon, he stood up, took out two coins from his purse, pinched them tightly with the thumb and index finger of his right hand, and then suddenly exerted force on his index finger.
The two soft Gold Dragon were actually pinched together by his huge force!
The original pattern in the center was replaced by a clear thumb print!
Although no fingerprints were printed, it could clearly be seen that they were human thumb marks.
Davion can achieve this effect, firstly because of his own strength, and secondly because of the soft texture of gold.
If it were made of steel, it would be difficult for him to do this.
Davion flicked his finger, and the two gold coins merged into one to draw an arc in the air and hit Cersei's chest accurately.
"Your Majesty the Queen, I have been very happy these past two days. Let me keep this Gold Dragon as a souvenir."
Cersei's expression changed, and he subconsciously grabbed the gold coin and wanted to throw it back to Davion.
But when her fingertips touched the warm gold coin and she felt the clear thumb print on it, she hesitated.
An inexplicable reluctance suddenly arose in my heart.
In the end, Cersei just snorted coldly at Davion, turned around suddenly, turned his back to him, and stopped talking.
Davion looked at her back, raised his eyebrows slightly, and showed a playful smile.
He hung the money bag carefully on his waist, nodded slightly in the direction of the bed, turned around and walked out of the queen's palace.
He also has to rush back to Shataya's brothel to retrieve his horses and armor to prepare for the upcoming Melee of the Seven.
Fortunately, Davion left early. If he had delayed until the morning, he would have met Jaime who was sent back by the king to pick up Cersei.
In the brothel of Shataya.
Shataya and several girls stayed up all night. Even though Tyrion said Davion was fine, the worry still couldn't dissipate.
It wasn't until Davion pushed the door open that the tense atmosphere eased slightly.
He smiled and appeased everyone, rested in the brothel for a few hours, and regained his energy before getting his own armor and weapons, taking Gendry with him, and headed to the competition venue together.
At this time, at the venue, a group of peasants were wielding hoes and pushing stone grinders, busy leveling the venue.
The rules of Melee of the Seven and Joust are completely different. There is no one-on-one duel, no fixed order of battle, but a melee of hundreds of people.
There is no threshold for qualifications, whether you are a knight, a free rider, a mercenary, or a civilian.
As long as you have the courage, you can step onto the field.
Only the last person standing in the field who defeats all the contestants can win the championship.
It is precisely because of this that the civilians have to level up the area in front of the stands before the game starts to prepare for the melee.
"Hey, isn't this Davion Earl? I am willing to come out of Red Keep!"
A joking voice came from beside him.
Davion looked down and saw Tyrion standing beside him at some point.
Davion already knew that late that night, Tyrion had broken into Red Keep at night in order to find him.
I couldn't help but feel warm in my heart, and reached out my hand to gently pat the top of his head.
"Master Tyrion, why do you speak so strangely?"
Tyrion suddenly raised his hand and knocked his hand off. He quickly glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention to them, then lowered his voice and growled:
"Davion, do you know how much trouble you have caused? Cersei is Queen Seven Kingdoms, and you dare to touch her? If Robert finds out, he will chop you into pieces and feed you to the dogs!"