Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Maegor's House in the Red Keep.

Cersei Lannister calls a council.

It stands to reason that Cersei, as the queen mother, has been deprived of the regent power, so she is not qualified to hold the imperial meeting.

But she moved King Tommen over, and the cabinet ministers pinched their noses and ignored such a presumption.

In fact, there are only two cabinet ministers left——

Head of Intelligence Varys and Grand Maester Gormon.

Lord Tywin, the Hand of the King, is still on the front line, Kevan Lannister, the appointed acting Prime Minister, has just gone to Highgarden, and Tyrion Lannister, the Chancellor of the Treasurer, has also gone to Sunspear.

That's why there are no tigers and monkeys in the mountains to call themselves kings.

Cersei seems to regard herself as the master of King's Landing.

"It's so ugly that the imperial meeting is so cold!" Cersei commented.

"Octospider" Varys showed a flattering smile:

"It's also because all the adults have important things to do and are not in King's Landing City, but fortunately, your Majesty the Queen Mother is in charge of the overall situation."

Cersei was very satisfied with Varys' attitude, and that fat round face suddenly looked cute. She coughed lightly and said:

"It's also because there are still many vacancies in the imperial council. This is not possible. As the hand of the king, my father has been commanding the army outside and has no time to make arrangements. However, the position of the cabinet is very important, so we can't keep it like this. So today we Let’s discuss the candidates for these vacancies.”

Grand Maester Ge Meng glanced at Varys, but saw that the other party still had that sweet and greasy smile on his face, and he didn't care about the queen mother's self-assertion.

"Let's wait for the King's Hand to come back to discuss this matter." Ge Meng had no choice but to bite the bullet and objected.

"Can national affairs continue to wait like this?" Cersei gave Gormon a stern look, then looked at Varys, "Lord Varys, what do you think?"

"The King's Hand is not here, so you can ask His Majesty the King's opinion." Varys laughed.

Ge Meng cursed inwardly, the king was only seven years old, he had a fart opinion, and he didn't listen to his mother's advice.

"Your Majesty is underage and should not express opinions on state affairs."

"After all, the Lord Regent is not in King's Landing." Varys retorted Gormon with a smile, "Then it doesn't hurt to let His Majesty make up his mind."

Cersei was very satisfied with Varys' attitude, so she pretended to look at her bored son sitting on the chair: "Tomen, what do you think?"

"What do you think?" Tommen stared blankly.

Apparently he wasn't listening at all just now.

"The vacancy in the imperial meeting should be filled."

"Oh, oh, yes." Tommen nodded repeatedly.

Cersei glanced at Ge Meng proudly, and said:

"Very well, then let's take a look at what job vacancies are available."

Varys said: "Ser Barristan Selmy resigned from the position of Captain of the Kingsguard, so this is a vacancy. In addition, the former Sea Lord Stannis Baratheon treason, this position has become A vacancy."

Cersei nodded and added:

"Isn't there another Minister of Justice?"

Hearing this, Ge Meng immediately said:

"Your Majesty, Lord Tywin has promised to hand over the post of Minister of Justice to Duke Mace Tyrell."

Knew you would say that. Cersei snorted softly.

She knew that this Grand Maester of Gormon was actually from the Tyrell family. Although they would give up their secular surnames after becoming a bachelor, whoever really believed that these bachelors had completely cut off their ties with their family would be the biggest fool in the world.

The grand maester is appointed and dismissed by the Cardinal of Xuecheng, and others have no right to intervene, otherwise Cersei will definitely let Tommen dismiss this annoying guy.

"Father did make such a promise to High Court, but the condition was that the Tyrell family would send Caesar's head to King's Landing. Obviously they failed to do so, so the Minister of Justice still needs to choose another wise man."

Cersei looked at the speechless Ge Meng, secretly proud of herself.

She would not let the roses grow wild in King's Landing.

"Your Majesty, who do you think is the right Minister of Justice?" Varys asked with a smirk.

"Ser Kevan Lannister." Cersei hesitated, but still gave the job to her uncle.

After all, his father regarded him as his right-hand man, and Cersei felt that he still couldn't do too much.

Ge Meng frowned immediately, because he realized that, in this way, there would be three Lannisters in the imperial meeting?

"I agree with Ser Kevan too." Varys had already nodded in agreement.

"Very well, that's him." Cersei happily made a decision, and then said, "As for the captain of the Kingsguard, I propose Jaime Lannister."

"Ser James has become a night watchman," Gormon reminded.

"Hmph. That's just under Caesar's coercion. It doesn't count at all. Father will bring James back. It is reasonable for him to succeed the captain of the Kingsguard."

Ge Meng couldn't bear it any longer, and taunted: "The imperial meeting is almost turning into a Lannister family banquet, the last sea minister, are you going to appoint another lion?"

Cersei cursed to herself, but restrained herself a little:

"Minister of the Sea, I think Sir Aurene Weirwater would be a better fit."

"The bastard brother of Mountford Valerian, Earl of Tidehead?"

"Yes." Cersei said, "he served in the Royal Fleet and was an excellent naval commander."

Cersei's heart surged at the thought of Auryn Weir's long silver-blond hair.

The appearance of the illegitimate child of Tidehead Island reminded Cersei of her former dream lover—Prince Rhaegar Targaryen.

She couldn't help but think that if the Mad King had agreed to her marriage with Prince Rhaegar, then Prince Rhaegar would never have looked at that northern wolf girl, and the War of the Predators would not have broken out.

It's a pity that the gods are always so cruel, so that Robert, who was like a fat pig, killed Prince Rhaegar, who was like a god.

It also made her fate so rough.

"Auryn Weishui served for the traitor Stannis, right?" Gormon couldn't understand Cersei's thoughts.

"So what? After the Battle of Blackwater, he surrendered and served King Tommen. We should set him up as an example, and let our enemies know that the Lannisters can forgive their sins if they will change their ways." .”

Ge Meng looked at Varys beside him, and saw the dead eunuch nodding with a smile:

"Her Majesty is so right! I agree with this appointment."

Flatterer! Ge Meng cursed secretly.

"Okay, then Orion Weirwater." Cersei made another decision.

Crazy, all crazy. Ge Meng suddenly felt that no matter how wise and powerful Duke Tywin was, the Lannister family would be destroyed by this mad woman sooner or later.

So, he simply closed his mouth.

Cersei has already drawn up three appointment letters, which she will submit to the king for signature.

After doing all this, she happily announced the end of the imperial meeting.

He was about to go back to take a hot bath, but was stopped by the chief of the Red Castle.

"An emissary from the Iron Bank?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, do you want to see him?"

"Okay, take him to the throne room." Cersei had to suspend the hot bath plan.

Running a country is hard work. No wonder, she thought gloomily, that Robert didn't care about anything.

But I can't. Cersei told herself, I want to prove my worth to my father, so as to avoid the fate of being sent to marry as a mare.

The Iron Bank is the largest bank in Braavos across the Narrow Sea, and the richest and most powerful bank in the Free Cities.

During the reign of Robert Baratheon, the Iron Throne borrowed a huge loan of one million golden dragons from the Iron Bank.

And now, the loan is almost due.

"Honorable Your Majesty Cersei, I am Naho Demetis, the messenger of the Iron Bank, please allow me to extend my most sincere greetings to you, the great King Tommen."

Cersei stood in front of the Iron Throne and asked impatiently:

"Your Excellency Naho, what do you want?"

"The debt owed by the Iron Throne is almost due, so I want to know how you plan to repay the loan of the million golden dragons."

"A million golden dragons?" Cersei frowned.

"Yes, one million golden dragons."

Of course she knew that the national treasury was already empty, so where would the Golden Dragon come to pay back the money?

Unless the Lannister family is willing to use their own money to pay off the debts of the Iron Throne.

This is not acceptable.

Cersei immediately dismisses the idea.

Father would not agree, and now the Lannister family is not financially well-off due to years of wars, and it is even more impossible to spend such a large sum of money to pay off the debts of the Iron Throne.

"Now the Iron Throne is still at war, and when the war is over, the money will naturally be paid back." Cersei said.

"Wait until the war is over?" Nahor shook his head resolutely, "I'm afraid the repayment deadline will be exceeded."

"Then you just wait a few more days." Cersei said lightly.

"You're kidding, right?"

"Do you think I'm joking?"

Nahor's tone turned cold: "Your Majesty Cersei, you should have heard this sentence - 'The Iron Bank cannot be in arrears'."

"Then you should have heard this sentence - Lannister, you must pay your debts." Cersei had had enough of this arrogant messenger, "will see the end."

Nahuo snorted softly: "You pay the price for this, just like countless kings who defaulted on the iron treasury."

Cersei said disdainfully: "I know your methods. Once the king doesn't pay back the money, you will turn to support the opponents. Well, go support the opponents of the Iron Throne. I can guarantee that you will not only not get it back The original arrears, but will lose more money."

"Of course our iron bank knows what to do, I just hope you don't regret it." Nahuo said coldly, and then left angrily.

I can finally go back to the bath. Cersei thought happily.

As for the Iron Bank turning to support the rebels, Cersei didn't think there was anything to worry about.

The wolf in the north can't last long. As for the Caesar in the south, although it is a bit troublesome, there is only one stormy land after all.

This time Uncle and Tyrion went to win over the River Bend and Dorne, what storms he can set off with a single storm.

More importantly, Cersei really didn't want to see the arrogant face of the Iron Bank messenger again.

It's bath time.