Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

The sky and the city.

Cersei Lannister knelt before the altar of the Virgin, bowing her head in prayer.

And the coffin of her son Joffrey rests under the altar of the Stranger - the one who guides the dead to the other world.

There is a strong scent of incense in the air, and hundreds of burning candles light up the hall.

"Kingslayer" James Lannister stood behind his sister, but his eyes were out of focus.

His right hand was broken at the elbow, his hair was messy, his clothes were disheveled, and he looked like he hadn't taken care of it for a long time.

"The convoy is ready." James said with a hoarse voice, "Let's take little Joe back to King's Landing for burial."

Cersei got up slowly and came to her son's open coffin.

By custom, the dead king wore gilded armor.

The golden light flickered in front of her eyes, and Cersei couldn't help but think of the prophecy about her fate——

"You will marry the king and have three children, and they will be crowned with gold and shrouded in gold."

No!

This is not true!

Cersei was suddenly overwhelmed by terror.

When she was young, Toad Wu Ji once sucked the blood between her fingers and prophesied her fate.

She refused to believe the prophecies until they came true one by one.

She did marry the king and had three children.

Joffrey had worn the golden crown, and now he was shrouded in golden armor.

Tommen is about to wear the golden crown, and will also be shrouded in golden armor in the future?

And Myrcella...

no, I can not!

"...you will be mothered until another woman arrives. She is younger and more beautiful than you. She will overthrow you and take everything you hold dear..."

No! Will not!

Cersei began to tremble.

However, the eerie and strange voice of Toad Wu Ji still echoed in my ears——

"...one day in the future, when you are drowning in tears, your brother will strangle you by your pale neck and take your life."

"No! Never!" Cersei exclaimed.

"Cersei, what's wrong with you?" James hurried forward to hold her shoulder.

She turned her head suddenly, looked at James with red eyes, and said in a roaring tone:

"James, promise me! Promise me that you will avenge Little Joe if you kill that man!"

James smiled wryly and raised his severed hand, as if to let Cersei see clearly: "How can I kill people like this? And..."

An expression of pain mixed with fear appeared on the kingslayer's face: "And even if my hands are intact, I am no match for that man. You saw it at the time, his sword..."

"Then you let that man run free!" Cersei yelled angrily. "No matter how powerful he is, how can he stand up to an army? Is your brain broken if your hand is broken? Can't command Have you fought yet? Don't forget, Xiao Qiao is also your son!"

I really almost forgot. James thought to himself.

He tried to recall Joffrey's face, but found it blurred.

Yes, that was his child, his blood, but at this moment, he was surprisingly calm.

If the Seven Gods gave him the chance to choose between his son and his right hand, he knew he would choose his right hand without hesitation.

Although Joffrey was his son, he had never been a father.

He didn't hold the baby even once.

When he had made a request at the beginning, Cersei bluntly refused, saying that they were too similar and would arouse suspicion.

After all, all he wanted was Cersei, and as for the three children, they were all incidental gifts, and they were gifts with the surname of Baratheon.

The moment Ed Stark revealed the truth to the public, James didn't panic in his heart, but was relieved.

He actually wants to take Cersei and the children back to live in Casterly Rock City. As for the Iron Throne, whoever wants to sit can sit.

Unfortunately, my father refused to admit defeat, and my sister refused to give up.

"I will avenge Joffrey." James didn't want to see Cersei sad, "I will."

With that, he turned to look at Joffrey's open coffin.

I have to say that Joffrey looks quite handsome when he is quiet, after all, he inherited the appearance of the most outstanding pair of couples in this generation of the Lannister family.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, James couldn't help covering his ears.

"Then you go now!"

Cersei's words stunned James for a moment: "Now? But hasn't father ordered the withdrawal of the troops..."

"No!" Cersei screamed. "I want you to lead an army to Eagle's Mouth, and hang the man who killed my son, our son!"

Cersei's request upset him for a while: "Where did I get the army? The army of the North has already left with Eddard Stark. Although Mace Tyrell has a friendly attitude, he will soon lead the army of the Riverbend." Evacuate, as for the nobles of the kingdom, how could they obey me, a Lannister?"

"Then you follow Mace Tyrell, he has promised to marry his daughter to Tommen, and that Margaery is now taken captive by Samwell, you go with him to the Eagle's Mouth, and find Go back to Margaery, and kill that kingslayer and kidnapper by the way!"

James frowned and said nothing.

Cersei gritted her teeth in anger, but she, who was familiar with the man's temperament, did not get angry again, but stepped forward and reached out to stroke his face:

"James, my heart aches."

Cersei tiptoed to kiss Jaime on the lips.

He trembled suddenly, then hugged the woman tightly into his arms, and responded frantically.

"No, don't." Cersei struggled instead, "Don't be here..."

But James didn't pay any attention, ripping off her clothes roughly, demanding greedily.

Just when the two were about to become one, the door of the room was suddenly opened.

"Damn it! Who let you in!" James cursed as he put on his clothes in a panic.

But when he saw the person coming, he froze on the spot.

"Kingslayer, Cersei." Barristan Selmy, Captain of the Kingsguard, stood at the door, looking coldly at the pair of brothers who were doing their best, "Lord Eddard did not wrong you! "

"Get out! Get out!" Cersei yelled angrily.

"I will go," said Barristan coldly, "and far away."

At this time, James finally put on his pants with his only remaining hand, but he was a little dazed when he heard this: "What do you mean?"

"It means that my duties come to an end." As he spoke, Barristan Selmy reached out and unbuttoned his shoulders, and the snow-white cloak immediately fell down, forming a heap on the ground.

Immediately after a "clang", his helmet fell to the ground.

"I, Barristan Selmy, resign myself today as Captain of the Kingsguard," the old knight announced, unfastening his breastplate.

"No!" James subconsciously retorted, "The duty of the Kingsguard is for life! Barristan, you have sworn that only death can release you from duty!"

"Whose death?" Barristan took off his armor. "The king I served has died four times. I should have taken the initiative to lead them to death when I was on the banks of the Trident River. However, Robert Baratheon's demeanor moved I would serve him willingly, but that Joffrey of yours..."

"Kill him!" Cersei screamed. "Jaime! Kill the old thing!"

James didn't move.

How dare he kill Barristan Selmy.

Don't say you can't beat it.

Even if he could, it was Barristan Selmy, "the Fearless."

The Captain of the Kingsguard, the terminator of the Blackfyre Rebellion, has been a White Knight for forty years, has served four kings successively, and has almost become a symbol of royal power. The bards in Westeros all praise his name In the minds of the people of the Seven Kingdoms, he is a legendary existence on the same level as "Mirror Shield" Savin and "Dragon Knight" Aemon.

Kill him, and the reputation of the Lannister family will be ruined immediately.

Therefore, James didn't dare to move at all.

No matter how my sister roars.

Barristan untied his saber indifferently, threw it on the ground, and said in a sigh:

"What a glorious title the Kingsguard used to be. Of the white knights of the previous generation, which one was not a legend known in the Seven Kingdoms. 'White Bull' Jeno Hightower, 'Dawn Sword' Arthur Dayne, Le Prince Ving Martell, Ser Oswell Hoan...even you, Jaime Lannister—

But not before you stain your sword with the blood of the king you swore to defend, and become a 'Kingslayer'.

But now, what kind of rotten fish and rotten shrimps are there in the Kingsguard!

Shit white knight!

Each one is dirtier than the sewers in King's Landing!

I am ashamed to be with you! "

Barristan Selmy gave them both a contemptuous look, then turned and strode away.

Cersei was still yelling, but Jaime bowed his head in silence.

Yes, what an honorable title the former Kingsguard was.

James had been one of them too.

At that time, the world was so pure and beautiful, and everyone around me was as sharp and bright as a newly cast long sword.

And now, they're all in their graves.

What about me? James thought to himself, when did the once high-spirited boy, the boy who wanted to be the greatest knight in the Seven Kingdoms, enter the grave?

When he slit the throat of "Mad King" Aerys?

The boy who grew up wanting to be Arthur Dayne somehow took a turn in his life and ended up becoming a kingslayer.

Barristan Selmy's footsteps were gone.

All that was left was a white cloak, white armor, and a white long sword... pure white like snow, like clouds, like an unsullied oath.