Redd looked at him condescendingly, with no pity in his purple-gold eyes.
"From now on," he said, "You are no longer a man."
Cole curled up on the ground, almost fainting from the pain. He opened his mouth and let out a silent roar. Tears and sweat mixed together, blurring his vision.
Redd turned around and walked towards the door. When he reached the door, he stopped and did not look back.
"Tomorrow morning, Rhaenyra will personally come to take you out of the city." He said, "I hope you can leave with dignity. After all, you were once her most trusted guard."
He paused, with a hint of coldness in his voice. "If you dare to look at her one more time, say a word, or have any inappropriate expression - I will make your death ten thousand times more painful than it is now. Do you understand?"
Cole lay on the ground and nodded with all his strength.
Longsword disappeared in his hand, Redd turned around and walked away, and the footsteps gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor.
Cole was the only one left in the dormitory.
He was lying in a pool of blood, his body twitching from severe pain, and his eyes were full of despair.
From today on, he is no longer Kingsguard, no longer a knight, or even no longer a man.
He is just a wasted wretch, a lost dog who is about to be driven out of King's Landing.
And all this happened because he fell in love with someone he shouldn't love.
The waves of Blackwater Bay gently beat against the rocks, emitting an eternal sound.
But the world of Lys ton·Cole has completely collapsed.
K Lys ton·Cole never dreamed that the situation would evolve to this point!
The severe physical pain hit him like a tide, igniting endless fire of resentment in his heart.
He gnashed his teeth at King Viserys, hating that this man would do whatever it took to forcibly betroth his biological daughter to Redd in order to maintain the illusory balance of power.
At the same time, he also harbored resentment towards Rhaenyra - the woman who once gave him hope and expectations, but now ruthlessly trampled on all his beautiful fantasies.
At this moment, due to the severe pain caused by the severe injury to his body, Ke Lys ton·Cole already felt hatred for Rhaenyra.
But for Redd, who personally performed the castration surgery, not only did he not dare to feel any hatred, but he was filled with a strong sense of fear deep in his heart.
Not long ago, although it only happened in a moment, Redd's amazing speed and power were simply beyond imagination!
The swiftness of his movements was jaw-dropping, and the huge force that was enough to crush the bones of his shoulders and immobilize him made his hair stand on end.
Faced with such a terrifying opponent, Ke Lys ton·Cole knew very well that the opponent's strength was unfathomable, and it would be extremely dangerous for him to have even a little bit of hatred.
The commotion in this compartment and the miserable howls of Ke Lys ton·Cole are like a stone stirring up a thousand waves.
It quickly caused an uproar and quickly spread to the ears of other people still staying in White Sword Tower.
White Sword Tower's silence was completely torn apart by a shrill wail.
The sound didn't sound like a human cry - it was too sharp, too desperate, and full of unspeakable pain.
It came from a certain room on the second floor and echoed repeatedly in the stone tower, waking up every sleeping Kingsguard.
"What sound?!"
In the dormitory on the first floor, young Sir Luo Lys·Marbrand suddenly sat up from the bed, his hand already touching the sword beside his pillow.
He looked at the other knight in the same room, who also looked horrified.
Second floor, third floor, fourth floor - footsteps, exclamations, and the sound of swords being unsheathed sounded almost simultaneously.
Sir Harold Westerling was the first to burst into Cole's room.
As the captain of Kingsguard, he has lived in this tower for more than 20 years and knows every stone and staircase here.
He almost instinctively ran in the direction of the screams, his white robe flapping behind him.
When he pushed open the door that was already ajar, the sight in front of him made him freeze at the door for a moment.
blood.
There is blood everywhere.
Ke Lys ton·Cole curled up on the floor, covering his lower body with his hands, and his body was constantly twitching due to severe pain.
His face was as pale as paper, veins popped out on his forehead, and his teeth were clenching, but he still couldn't suppress the intermittent moans squeezed from the depths of his throat.
The pool of dark red liquid on the floor was slowly spreading, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
"Cole!" Harold rushed forward, knelt on one knee, and tried to check his injuries.
But when he saw clearly the place Cole was covering with his hands and the completely deformed state that could not be ignored, his face turned pale.
"Who did this?!" he asked in a low voice, his voice trembling with shock.
Cole didn't answer. He didn't even dare to answer.
The pair of eyes that were bloodshot due to pain just stared straight at the ceiling, and his lips moved, but no sound came out.
There were rapid footsteps outside the door, and more Kingsguard rushed in.
Victor·Redwyne, Luo Lys·Marbrand, Steffon·Ducklin... the faces of young and old were filled with the same shock and disbelief.
"Oh my god..."
"This is..."
"Call the maester!"
Someone turned around and rushed downstairs. Someone tried to help Cole, but Harold raised his hand to stop him.
"Don't touch him!" Harold said solemnly, "Wait until the maester comes. Touching him now will only make him bleed more."
His eyes scanned the room, trying to find any possible clues.
But everything in the room was as usual - the windows were closed, the door was kicked open (that was the only trace left by the murderer), and there were no signs of a struggle.
With Cole's strength, there are only a handful of people in King's Landing who can make him unable to fight back.
And the person who can do this at Kingsguard's station without alerting anyone...
Harold's heart sank suddenly.
He remembered a name.
A golden figure appeared in his mind, with a pair of purple-gold eyes that made people afraid to look directly.
"Captain..." Victor Redwyne asked in a low voice, "Should we report to His Majesty immediately?"
Harold was silent for a moment and slowly shook his head. "No rush. Save Cole first. The rest... wait until he can speak on his own."
When he said this, he already had a premonition in his heart - even if Cole could speak, he might not dare to say that name.
There were rapid footsteps downstairs, and the bachelor rushed up with several assistants.
Seeing the situation of Cole, the bachelor's face also changed, but he quickly calmed down and began to instruct his assistants to clean the wound, stop the bleeding, and bandage it.
During the whole process, Cole never made a sound. Not because it didn't hurt, but because he was in so much pain that he couldn't scream.
He gritted his teeth, sweat mixed with tears streaming down his face, blurring his vision.
But he knew in his heart that from this moment on, his life was completely ruined.