Tyrion chuckled, "Ha, brother, you're wishing for nothing! How can a Lannister even dream of such ridiculous happiness? All we seek in life is unlimited power."
Tyrion said as his tone changed, filled with sarcasm.
James shrugged bitterly.
The two Lannister brothers were distracted and stopped talking.
After a long while, Queen Cersei's maid came over and bowed, "Ser Jaime, Her Majesty invites you in."
Tyrion interrupted, "Didn't my now-weak sister invite me, her favorite brother? Hmm... your expression tells me I wasn't invited!"
Tyrion jumped down from the guardrail, straightened his clothes, and walked away. "Sister, seeing me at this time will only make you feel worse. I'm leaving. I hope you can be happy, brother!"
After saying this, Tyrion turned his back to Jaime, raised his right hand and shook it backwards, and walked away without stopping.
Jaime stared at the small figure, felt Tyrion's loneliness, and opened his mouth.
Jaime knew that Tyrion had a kind heart, and Cersei never hid her dislike for Tyrion, but Tyrion never really hated Cersei because of this. On the contrary, Tyrion always longed for family affection.
Every time Cersei was in trouble, Tyrion's little figure would always appear nearby where Cersei couldn't see him, but he never came close.
Jaime loves his younger brother very much, but his beloved Cersei has hated Tyrion since they were young.
Jaime once tried but failed. Now Jaime only hopes that the relationship between Cersei and Tyrion will not get worse in the future for his sake.
Red Keep, Queen's chambers.
Cersei, sitting in front of the dressing table, didn't seem to care at all about the scars on her face being seen by others. She raised her chin slightly, curled her lips into a smile, but her tone was cold: "Jaime, I want you to kill Robert."
Jaime was startled and put his hands on Cersei's weak shoulders: "Cersei, I understand your anger, but we can't be impulsive. Robert is the king, I am the king's Kingsguard, and..."
Cersei angrily pushed Jaime away, as if she had heard something particularly ridiculous: "Jaime the Kingslayer, are you telling me about the duties of the Kingsguard?"
When James heard the word "Kingslayer", his palms clenched slightly and a flash of anger crossed his face.
Jaime suppressed his anger and whispered, "Cersei, you can't be impulsive. Robert is not that easy to kill. If you are not careful, it will bring disaster to the Lannisters. Father will not let us go."
Jaime's mention of Lannister calmed Cersei down for a moment.
A look from the old lion Tywin Lannister brought back memories that made her dare not even breathe. She thought they had disappeared since she became queen, but now she found that the memory was still so vivid and clear, terrifyingly so.
Jaime walked behind Cersei and gently hugged her.
Cersei, who was still angry, didn't want Jaime to touch her. She tried a few times, but when she couldn't break free, she let Jaime hold her.
Jaime felt Cersei's warmth and was willing to tolerate everything about her.
Cersei's beautiful eyes trembled slightly, but what came to her mind was Baron Greencrab who was far away on the Crab Claw Peninsula.
She felt it was time to wield a sword of her own, one that was not beholden to Lannister or anyone else, a sword that truly belonged to her.
According to the information provided by Maester Pycelle, the young baron was a skilled warrior, defeating 20,000 men with only 1,000 men.
A sword that is sharp enough.
......
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Whispering City, Lord's study.
Green took a big sip of the sour red wine and actually felt a little nostalgic. Green frowned, it still didn't taste good!
Back in Whispering City, Green seemed to be in a very good mood. "So, Maester Al, are you going to tell Maester City that we defeated 20,000 men with only 1,000?"
Maester Al grinned, revealing his few remaining teeth. "I originally wanted to write 30,000 men were defeated, but I was worried it would scare the old guys out of their minds, so I changed the number down a bit. Huhuhuhu."
Green smiled and said, "Dear Master Al, I sincerely thank you for your continued support."
Maester Al rose tremblingly and bowed to Green. "My Lord Baron, you are right. Demonstrating one's strength is also an important part of political strategy. Entering the Red Keep is like entering the Game of Thrones. Anonymity brings not only contempt, but also silent death. I simply want to use Maester City to warn the important figures in advance that Lord Randyll Tarly is not the only one who will fight."
"Your kindness is due to your concern that the Bachelor City might hold me accountable in the future and affect my reputation. However, I am already very old. I only want to do my best for you while I can still move. You and the Bachelor City, my loyalty will always be to you."
Maester Al blinked. "You have shown yourself to be a formidable military talent, so I need not worry. You might have to climb into the beds of noble ladies for the sake of our territory."
Green smiled up.
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Whispering City, Blacksmith Workshop.
Monton stretched out his arms, sticking out his big belly, and let the craftsmen measure his size.
After taking the measurements, the blacksmith said respectfully, "Lord Monton is very strong. He will need about two and a half plates of armor."
Herschel: "How long does it take to make a full set of plate armor?"
"Master General, if we have enough manpower, it can be completed in two months."
Butler Herschel pondered for a moment, then supported his belly, which was much smaller than Monton's. "Lord Green will be leaving in a week at the latest, and Monton must accompany him. Plate armor... Let's make a breastplate for Monton first. At the same time, we can arrange for someone to dismantle the existing chain mail and remake it into a suit for Monton..."
"I'll give you five days."