Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

  Chapter 244 Malicious

  The noon sun is like a hot fireball, shining on the charred shipwreck on the Blackwater River.

  Whispers of black smoke and white smoky ash rising from the pyre filled the air, mixing into a choking smell.

   Kevan Lannister, exhausted, rode into King's Landing City, which had just experienced a **** catastrophe.

  The city is also filled with the breath of death.

  Sisters of Silence stripped off the clothes of the deceased, dragged the hands and feet of the naked body and threw them into the funeral pyre, and threw the weapons and armor into a tall carriage.

   "Stannis has taken the city?" Ser Kevan asked his son beside him.

   Lancel Lannister shook his head: "No."

   "Why are there so many dead people in the city?"

"It's a civilian riot. A riot of tens of thousands of people, we used almost all the power of the capital defense army to suppress them. Fortunately, Tyrion planned to burn Stannis's ship, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous." Even if you don't like yourself Lancel also had to admit that it was his cousin who saved him and King's Landing.

   "Tell me the details of this battle."

"good."

  By the time Lancel finished speaking, the father and son had already entered the Red Keep.

   "Father, His Majesty is hosting a banquet in the Throne Hall to celebrate this great victory, are you going to attend?"

  Kevon actually didn’t want to go to any celebratory banquet at all. After all, he just returned from a disastrous defeat in the Stormlands, so he didn’t have the heart to celebrate.

   What's more, the situation of the Lannister family has only slightly improved now. Although Stannis has been defeated, the threat from the three northern borders is still there, and Caesar in the south is still growing stronger. It is too early to celebrate.

  But after thinking for a while, he still said, "I'll change my clothes and go."

  When Sir Kevan changed into decent clothes and came to the throne room, he saw that there was already a sea of ​​laughter and music.

  Lords and ladies dressed in gorgeous dresses, dancing in pairs in the hall.

  King Tommen sat in front of the Iron Throne, wearing a heavy golden crown, and was stuffing a roasted chicken leg into his mouth with his plump hands.

  Queen Cersei was wearing a wine-red velvet dress with gold stripes, and was talking and laughing with the archbishop beside her while holding a glass of red wine.

   Seeing Kevan walk into the throne room, Cersei's mouth turned up slightly, and said:

   "Uncle, I heard that you returned home in a disastrous defeat in the Stormlands. But it doesn't matter, we won a big victory under the leadership of His Majesty Tommen!"

  Toman's mouth was full, and he still held up the drumstick and shouted: "Big tree!"

   "Congratulations, Your Majesty." Kevan bowed slightly to salute the king, searching the crowd but failed to find the target, "Where's Tyrion?"

   "He—" Cersei tried not to laugh, "he's dying."

  Kevon's heart tightened: "What do you mean? He was injured?"

   "Yes, the injury is serious." Cersei took a sip from her wine glass, savoring the sweet taste, "The Grand Maester said he won't live long."

   "Where is he? Take me there!" Kefeng said coldly.

   "Lord Kevan, I'll take you there." Bronn suddenly got up and said.

  Kevon nodded to him, turned around and left.

   Bronn quickly followed after seeing this.

  Out the door, he carefully whispered in Kefeng's ear:

   "The queen mother didn't ask the Grand Maester to treat Lord Tyrion's wounds at all. She just wanted to watch him die."

  Kevon narrowed his eyes, looking up and down at the man beside him:

   "I remember you are Tyrion's mercenary?"

   "Now I'm a knight." Bronn straightened his chest unconsciously.

   "Congratulations." Kaifeng replied lightly, and then fell silent.

  The two left Maegor's Mansion and came to a remote house on the edge of the Red Keep.

   Pushing open the door, hot air mixed with blood and stench came blowing in.

Kevan saw his nephew on a simple bed. He was covered with a blood-stained sheet. There was a hideous wound on his face, and almost his entire nose was cut off, making the already ugly dwarf even more hideous. .

   Fortunately, Tyrion is still breathing.

   "They left my nephew here to die!" Kefeng said angrily.

   Bronn shrugged, indicating that this is not obvious.

   "I beg you to save Lord Tyrion." There was also a half-grown boy in the room, and Kevan remembered that he was Tyrion's attendant.

   "Go and find the grand maester!" Kevan ordered.

   "I've looked for it, but he refuses..." the boy said aggrievedly.

   "Just say it's my order!" Kefeng said with a firm attitude, "If he dares to refuse, I will let the soldiers carry him over!"

  The boy ran out the door.

  …

  Tyrion woke up from the darkness, with the smell of blood, feces and burnt flesh in his nose.

  Countless people are fighting, screaming, dying... He is also one of them.

  He struggled to escape, but there was nowhere to escape. In the darkness, the figure of the Stranger enveloped everything and surrounded him.

No!

   I don't want to die!

help me!

  Tyrion saw his sister Cersei sitting high on the Iron Throne, smiling smugly at himself.

  He reached out for help, but she turned a blind eye, watching him engulfed in darkness.

help me!

  Finally, a pair of gentle hands pulled him up.

  The darkness receded, and he came to a sunny field.

   "Tessa?" Tyrion choked up, looking at the woman in front of him in disbelief.

   That was his wife, the person he once loved the most.

  She showed a sweet smile and sang for him with a melodious voice, as if it could heal all pain and sorrow.

   "Fake!" Tyrion suddenly roared angrily, "It's all fake! You are a skill girl my brother found! You are a gift from my brother! You are my Lady Lie!"

  Tessa is still singing, but her voice is getting weaker and farther away.

   "No! Don't go!" Tyrion suddenly panicked.

  He suddenly opened his eyes, and what appeared in front of him was an empty and cold room.

   Strange room.

   "Where am I?" Tyrion found his voice extremely hoarse.

  Hearing the movement, the door opened, and the servant Pod ran in:

   "My lord, you are finally awake!"

   "Why am I here? Is the battle won?"

   "We have won, my lord! But you are injured."

  Tyrion breathed a sigh of relief, but then became confused again:

   "Why am I lying here when I'm hurt?"

  Pod suddenly hesitated.

  But under Tyrion's questioning, the attendant still told what happened.

   "Cersei...she wants me to die so much..." Tyrion only felt bitter.

  He knew that his sister hated him, but he never thought that she would really kill him.

Why?

   Just because he sent her daughter to Dorne?

   "Go and tell Uncle Kevan, I'm awake."

"good."

  The attendants ran out, and after a while, they saw Kevan Lannister walking in.

   "How do you feel?" Kefeng was relieved when he saw his nephew woke up.

   "It's very bad." Tyrion said, "The person I tried to protect with my life expects me to die..."

  Kevon secretly sighed, not knowing how to defend his niece, so he could only keep silent.

   After a pause, he turned to say:

   "You have contributed the most to the Battle of Blackwater Bay. People will regard you as the hero who saved the city."

  Tyrion smiled bitterly: "Don't tease me, uncle. People will only say that this is the king's victory, and no one will cheer for a dwarf."

   "Someone will understand what you have done. Me, and your father are very aware of this."

  Tyrion didn't want to dwell on this topic: "By the way, uncle, why did you come back so soon?"

  Kevon coughed lightly, a little embarrassed: "I was attacked by the river bay cavalry on the way, and I returned in a disastrous defeat. Alas, I am afraid that the storm will not be able to survive."

   "It's okay, Storm's End is not so easy to conquer, it can help us hold back the army of the Reach." Tyrion comforted.

  Kevon's eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't say anything.

  Tyrion asked again: "Where is the father? He is still confronting the northerners at Harrenhal?"

"right."

   "I always feel that my father is waiting for something. Uncle, do you know what father's plan is?"

   "Yes. He is indeed waiting." Kevan said, "When a lion is hunting, it needs the wind to hide its scent and avoid disturbing the prey. Your father is waiting for the wind to blow."

  Tyrion pondered what his uncle said, and said:

   "He should have arrangements in the three northern territories?"

   "Not only in the north, but also in the south." Kaifeng didn't seem to want to reveal too much, "Don't think too much about it, heal your injuries first."

"good."

  Kevon kissed his nephew's gauze-wrapped face, then turned and left.

  When he walked to the door, he suddenly heard Tyrion's voice behind him:

   "Uncle, has Myrcella successfully arrived in Dorne?"

   "Here we are." Kevan turned around and said, "She was warmly received by the Martell family in Sunspear City. She also became very good friends with Princess Arianne."

   "That's good." Tyrion smiled, and finally closed his eyes.