Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Tyrion returned to the room full of thoughts, and saw Cersei striding towards him.

"Have you caught Loras?"

"not yet."

"Useless things," she cursed with her chin raised high, "you have to catch them within three days, otherwise..."

"Or what will you do to me?" Tyrion interrupted.

"Throw you back into the dungeon!" Cersei threatened. "Don't forget, Tyrion, your sins are not forgiven."

"What about your sin, dear sister?"

"What am I guilty of?"

"You don't?" Tyrion smiled sarcastically. "As a widowed queen, don't you have too many bedmates?"

"You, what are you talking about!" Cersei finally began to panic. She lowered her voice and warned, "Do you believe the lies of Eddard Stark and Samwell Caesar? Tommen is your own nephew, Are you going to destroy him?"

Tyrion heard the plea in his sister's last words, but now his heart was as cold as iron:

"It was you who ruined him."

"You don't have any evidence!" Cersei insisted on recalcitrance, "Ed Stark himself admitted that the book written by the former Grand Maester was a forgery!"

"Father's sword around his neck, of course that's all he can say. But, you're right, no one can testify to your infidelity with James. But what about the others? They'd rather die than my brother Want to help you keep a secret?"

"Who else?" Cersei's eyes began to panic.

"Such as our dear cousin Lancel, such as Ser Osmund Kettleblack, or such as Moonboy." Tyrion admired the horror on his sister's face. "Oh, dear sister, I must say, Your taste is really weird. Lancel and Osmond are fine, but Yuetong? Tsk tsk, if my brother knows that you have found such a person as his substitute, I am afraid that I will go crazy."

"You slander!" Cersei cried.

This time she failed to control the volume, and immediately attracted the attention of all the nobles in the room.

Cersei only felt that those eyes seemed to be judging herself, so she quickly lowered her voice and said:

"Without evidence, you don't want to insult the reputation of the Empress Dowager of the Seven Kingdoms out of thin air!"

"I have no evidence, but Varys has it." Tyrion said with a smile, "otherwise how would I know that you slept with Yuetong? Haha, guess what, if we catch these people for trial, they Will you desperately keep your secret?"

Cersei began to tremble: "You, you can't do this...you will destroy the Lannister family..."

"If you don't want to be ruined, you'd better stop fighting against me." Tyrion finally expressed his purpose.

Cersei didn't refute this time, apparently out of fear.

Tyrion nodded with satisfaction: "Very well, sister, I still prefer you who are silent."

Cersei lowered her head and moved her mouth, but she didn't say anything after all, it seemed that she had really surrendered to her brother.

"Begin," Tyrion announced, "and escort my father to the Sept of Baelor."

All the nobles in the Western Region had different expressions when they heard the words. Some left without hesitation, while others subconsciously looked at the queen mother, but after seeing that she didn't say anything, they also accepted Tyrion's order.

At least I have temporarily controlled the West Territory. Tyrion told himself so. But there are three other realms...

Seven Lannister knights lifted the coffin and walked out.

The rest followed suit.

Tyrion mounted the filly and slowly descended Aegon's Hill.

The seven white knights of the Kingsguard rode at the head of the procession on white horses, followed by the Lannister guards in red and gold, and Duke Tywin's coffin.

There are heavy guards along the way to prevent mobs from rioting.

However, unexpectedly, there were not many people on the street at all.

The people of King's Landing were particularly indifferent to the death of the Hand of the King.

Father, it seems that not many people really love you. Tyrion complained secretly, but couldn't help but think of what Duke Tywin had taught him——

[Love is the most useless thing in the world. It can neither be eaten nor used, nor can it be used to keep warm in cold nights. 】

Tyrion suddenly felt that his father deserved such treatment. He has never loved anyone, and naturally he will not be loved.

The team came to Visenya Hills and entered the magnificent Baelor Cathedral.

Tyrion dismounted when he saw the High Septon waiting on the steps.

Under the leadership of the archbishop, the team walked through the hall of lights, came to the central hall of the church, walked down one of the seven wide walkways under the dome, and came to the statue of the seven gods.

Under a towering dome of crystal, glass, and gold, Lord Tywin was placed in a marble coffin on a high platform.

The nobles in the palace knelt down behind the king.

Tyrion's eyes wandered among the crowd, looking for Roose Bolton, Lord of the Dreadfort.

But it was not found.

This made him frown slightly.

The archbishop began to read the eulogy, and Tyrion had to suppress his doubts and worries and bow his head.

…………

Outside the church, some people still gathered.

But it's hard to say whether they came to mourn the passing of the Hand of the King, or to watch the fun.

"Can we go in and see?" Arya Stark asked enthusiastically.

"It won't be our turn until the nobles finish their mourning. It will probably be in the evening." Sansa said, "Also, don't laugh! It will be miserable for people to see."

"Oh." Arya nodded again and again, with a straight face, but she couldn't hide the gloating in her eyes.

At this moment, a group of guards walked towards them quickly.

"It's over, they saw you laughing!" Sansa was terrified, complaining to her sister, "I just said don't join in the fun!"

"Run!" Arya grabbed her sister and was about to run away.

But the soldiers had already surrounded them.

"Don't be nervous." A soft voice comforted.

Arya's sharp eyes saw Varys behind the guard:

"It's you! You betrayed us!"

"I'm helping you." Varys stepped forward with a smile, "Also, now there is an opportunity for you to clean up the traitors in the north. If you want revenge, come with me."

"Really?" Arya asked suspiciously.

"Of course it's true." Varys said, "His Majesty Caesar's troops are coming to the city, Lannister's situation is over, and some accounts should be settled."

"What do we need to do?" Sansa was still a little worried.

"All you need is to show up in front of the northern nobles and reveal your identities." Varys said, "Leave the rest to us."

"Would the Lannisters be against us?"

"Tywin is dead. Now Lord Tyrion is in charge. To tell you the truth, he has made up his mind to surrender to His Majesty Caesar. Now we need your help to clean up some disobedient nobles."

The two sisters looked at each other, Sansa was still hesitating, but Arya had made up her mind:

"Okay! We'll go with you!"