Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

The choir finished singing, and all the nobles in the church got up one after another.

Tyrion Lannister looked for Roose Bolton again, but was surrounded by mourners.

Lady Anya Waynwood kissed him on the cheek, the fat eldest son of the Lord of White Harbor gave him a fishy hug, some Frey was gushing about Lannister's ass, Pyromancer ha Lin assured him that when the remains of Lord Tywin returned west from the city, brilliant fireworks would bloom over King's Landing—

Tyrion was very suspicious of this. After all, King's Landing had been surrounded by Caesar's army, and it was not easy for the remains of Duke Tywin to return to Casterly Rock.

But none of that matters now.

Tyrion tried to get rid of this group of fellows buzzing like flies, but still couldn't find Roose Bolton.

The Duke of the Dreadfort hadn't been at the Hand's memorial service.

Did he realize something? Tyrion was a little taken aback by the man's alertness.

At this time Varys came over and whispered:

"I've found Sister Stark, just waiting for your arrangements."

Tyrion rolled his eyes:

"Don't bother, Roose Bolton never came."

"Didn't come?" Varys froze for a moment, then glanced around the crowd, only to find that the lord of the Dreadfort had indeed not come, "Did the news leak out? It's impossible..."

Tyrion said thoughtfully:

"Perhaps Roose Bolton's toughness is all pretended. He is probably the first person to recognize the situation."

Varys blinked, seeming to understand something.

And at this moment, a knight strode into the sanctuary, came before King Tommen, and reported:

"Your Majesty, Lord Roose Bolton opened the west city gate and led his army to surrender to Caesar."

As soon as this remark came out, there was an uproar in the church.

Various voices of discussion emerged one after another.

Facing the news like a thunderbolt from the blue, the little king seemed more bewildered than terrified.

He subconsciously looked at his mother beside him, only to see that Cersei's face was extremely pale at this moment, her body was trembling, and she could hardly stand still.

"Mother……"

"Traitor!" Cersei finally squeezed out two words between her teeth, but she didn't know what to do next.

The noises in her ears came like a tsunami, and she herself was vulnerable and helpless like a boat in the waves.

She instinctively wanted to seek help from the Lannister family's Dinghaishenzhen, but suddenly realized that her father was dead.

The sky of the Lannister family has fallen.

"Lord Roose is still decisive." Varys sighed, "Now you have no gift for Caesar. Instead, Roose Bolton gave King's Landing as a gift."

Tyrion smiled and didn't seem to care about it:

"Roose Bolton is indeed decisive, but Caesar is not a three-year-old child. This gift may not bring him the return he wants."

After speaking, Tyrion strode through the chaotic crowd, came to King Tommen, and said loudly:

"Your Majesty, this war should also end. What do you think?"

"I..." Tommen shrank his neck and said, "I don't want to fight either."

"Okay then, let's go outside the city to meet the Storm King."

"You must not take my child!" Cersei suddenly took Tommen's hand.

"He is not only your child, but also the Seven Kingdoms." Tyrion looked at his sister with warning eyes, "Of course, as the Queen Mother, you can also go out of the city with us to welcome him."

You are a traitor too! Cersei cursed inwardly. But under Tyrion's gaze, she didn't dare to resist at all.

"Okay." Cersei succumbed on the surface, but kept this hatred firmly in her heart.

Tyrion smiled with satisfaction, took his nephew's little hand, and walked out.

The nobles stepped out of the way.

When he reached the entrance of the main hall, Tyrion suddenly turned his head and said:

"Who wants to meet the Storm King together?"

After a brief silence, the nobles responded one after another:

"I'll go with you!"

"I am also willing to follow in His Majesty's footsteps."

"Hahaha, I have admired the Storm King for a long time, of course I have to meet him."

At this moment, everyone understood that Caesar's rule in King's Landing was already an unstoppable trend.

They don't even have the right to bargain.

It would be too stupid to continue struggling.

No matter how reluctant some people are, they can only leave the Baelor Cathedral with the large army and head west.

...

In the camp outside the city, Samwell was having lunch with Lord Randyll Tarly when he heard the news of Roose Bolton's surrender.

"I didn't expect Roose Bolton to be one step faster than Tyrion Lannister."

"Roose Bolton is very dangerous." Earl Randall commented.

Samwell nodded silently.

Of course he knew the danger of Roose Bolton.

"However, now that he has surrendered on his own initiative, we don't want to touch him." Earl Randall put down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth, got up and said, "I'm going to rectify the army and prevent the other side from cheating."

Samwell felt that the opponents had reached this point, and they should not be able to play any tricks, but he did not stop his father, after all, it was always right to be cautious.

"Okay." He nodded to his father, and then said to the messenger, "If Roose Bolton really surrenders sincerely, let him come to see me in person."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Not long after the envoy left, Samwell hadn't finished his lunch when he saw a middle-aged man entering the camp under the escort of his guards.

The man wore a simple gray goose down coat with the flayer's coat of arms in pink across the chest. His eyes were pale, almost pure white, like milk.

"It's an honor to meet you, Your Majesty Caesar. I am the Duke of Dreadfort, Guardian of the North, Roose Bolton." Duke Roose's voice was soft and soft.

This was the first time Samwell had seen the lord of the Dreadfort, although in his heart, he had already "known him for a long time".

It has to be said that if he hadn't known the true face of this person, Samwell might still have thought that Roose Bolton was a gentle old-fashioned gentleman.

"Sit down, Lord Luce." Samwell smiled and pointed to the square table, "Have you had lunch yet?"

"not yet."

"Then let's go together."

"It's an honor." Roose Bolton sat down at the table.

The servant brought him a freshly roasted mutton chop and poured him a glass of brandy.

Samwell asked while cutting the lamb chops on his dinner plate:

"Tell me, Lord Luce, why did you surrender to me?"

Duke Luce put a lamb chop into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it, and then said unhurriedly:

"Your Majesty, although I am dull, I can also see that the Lannister family is over. We have already lost this war, and I never want to fight a war that is doomed to failure."