Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

The food in front of him was already cold, but Loras Tyrell still didn't have any appetite.

He stared at the candlelight on the table with dull and empty eyes, as if there was something mysterious and mysterious in it, which made him deeply immersed in it, unable to extricate himself.

until the door was opened.

At last Loras looked away from the candlelight, but his vision was blurred from staring at it for so long.

It took a while to see who was coming.

"Caesar..." Loras whispered, his voice seemed to come from another world.

"I have some news for you." Samwell said, "Mrs. Olenna has committed suicide by taking poison."

Loras originally thought that he would yell, become angry and mad, and even rush to the man in front of him recklessly, but in fact, at this moment, he fell into a state of bewilderment.

A feeling that even he couldn't explain well came to his heart like a tide, making him unable to breathe, think, or act.

Perhaps because he had expected this result, Loras didn't even feel much sadness.

Samwell waited for a long time, but did not see any response from the other party, so he spoke again:

"I have an agreement with Garth Tyrell. As long as Lady Olenna commits suicide and High Court surrenders, I will spare your life. However, you must go to the Great Wall and become the Night's Watchman. You will never be knighted or married , and bear no children."

After waiting for a while, Loras asked in an erratic tone:

"What if I don't want to be the Night's Watch?"

Samwell's face suddenly darkened, and his tone became as hard as iron:

"Then I'm sorry, I will arrange for you to die with dignity."

Loras smiled bitterly and said:

"Actually, it's not that I don't want to go to the Great Wall. It's just... Before I go, can I fulfill a wish first. I promise, this will also be beneficial to you."

"What wish?" Samwell asked patiently.

"Revenge for Lord Renly." Loras paused every word, finally showing some expression on his face, and the flames of hatred danced in his eyes.

Samwell raised his brows: "It was Prince Doran who killed Renly Baratheon, and this person is near the end of his life, so this revenge has been avenged, you'd better go and defend the Great Wall obediently."

"Caesar, why did you lie to me?" Loras shook his head and said, "It was Tywin Lannister who killed Lord Renly, and Prince Doran was just a scapegoat."

"So you want revenge on Tywin?"

"Yes." Loras said, "As long as I escape to King's Landing, the Lannister family will never suspect my hatred for you, and I can also find opportunities to get close to Tywin and avenge Lord Renly!

Killing Tywin is good for you too, isn't it? And as soon as Tywin dies, I will immediately put on a black robe and go to the Great Wall, and never interfere with the succession of Highgarden. "

Samwell sneered:

"You think I'll trust you?"

"I can swear under the gaze of the Seven Gods."

"I don't believe in the oath of a betrayer."

Loras was silent for a moment, and finally spoke again:

"I know that you arranged for me to go to the Great Wall because you didn't want the blood of Tyrell's direct line to continue through me, but I'll tell you the truth, I like men, and I can't marry women... let alone have children .”

Samwell still shook his head:

"But as long as you have a second child, others can find you a wife and have a child—whether the child is yours or not, but in name, he is the heir to Highgarden."

"Then I'll cut it off!" Loras gritted his teeth.

"What did you say?" Samwell froze for a moment.

"I said, if I emasculate myself, will you let me go for revenge?"

After a pause, Samwell said:

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Sure."

"Tywin is not such a fool. Maybe you won't be trusted at all, and you won't even have the chance to assassinate." Samwell said, "And even if you can succeed in the assassination, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to be in Lanzhou. Surviving the revenge of the Nestor family. Compared with this, it is a wiser choice to go to the Great Wall."

"But that's not the choice I want." Loras said firmly, "Even if I fail, I still have to try, otherwise, I will live in regret for the rest of my life."

Samwell stared blankly at Loras for a while, and finally realized that the other party had indeed made up his mind.

"With an attendant like you, Renly should die in peace." Samwell said quietly, then turned and left.

Not long after, he returned with Bachelor Coburn.

"Sir Loras, I heard you need some help?" Bachelor Qyburn said with a smile, his eyes playful.

"Yes." Loras looked at the dagger in the opponent's hand, flinched for a moment, but quickly became firm again.

He came to the bed and lay down on his back, and said, "Excuse me."

Seeing Qyburn handing over a cup, Loras sniffed it and knew that it contained poppy milk.

After drinking it in one gulp, Loras lay down again.

Samwell also stayed in the house, apparently to witness the castration of Loras.

Maester Qyburn put the dagger on the candle and burned it slowly.

Loras felt the effect of the medicine, and everything in his vision began to double, his hands and feet gradually became numb, and his head became heavier and heavier.

In a daze, Loras seemed to see Renly again, that handsome and extraordinary Duke of Storm's End.

He once firmly believed that this person would become the most wise and wise king of the Seven Kingdoms, but who knows, the gods let such a nearly perfect person die in Sunspear City.

So, after returning from Sunspear, he has always supported Caesar because he was an enemy of the Lannisters.

Until Grandma's order...

Loras could not disobey her grandmother's orders, but now her grandmother was dead too.

He was finally able to live according to his own wishes.

Loras saw Maester Qyburn coming over and took off his pants, and then a searing pain came from his lower body.

Perhaps because of the poppy milk, the pain was lighter than expected.

Far less painful than the pain he felt seeing Renly die in his arms.

"Sleep with peace of mind." The voice of Bachelor Coburn came from next to his ear.

Then came Samwell's voice again:

"After the army sets out, the guards in the fruit wine hall will relax, and someone will come to take you out of the city tomorrow night."

"Okay." Loras replied, and then heard the sound of the door closing.

The darkness flooded in like a tide, swallowing his consciousness.

After leaving the door, Bachelor Coburn whispered:

"Your Majesty, Loras may be lying. Maybe he doesn't want to avenge Renly, but Lady Olenna and the Tyrell family. The target of revenge is not Duke Tywin, but you." .”

"That's right." Samwell's expression didn't change when he heard the words, "but I don't have this enemy. Anyway, after he was castrated, he can no longer pass on the blood for the Tyrell family. For me, I have lost the most It doesn't matter whether you kill or not.

On the contrary, I really want to know if this person's feelings for Renly are so sincere. In this dreadful age, there are few such things left. "

"That's true." Bachelor Qyburn also felt a little emotional, "Oaths, loyalty, honor, chivalry... are almost becoming things in legends, rarer than dragons."

"The dragon has returned, and there will be more in the future." Samwell said, "As for chivalry, let's wait and see."

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On the south bank of the Mande River, a mighty army is slowly heading west.

Three castles black were printed on the banner with orange background - the coat of arms of House Peake.

Earl Titus Peake looked at the sun and said to the herald:

"Stop moving forward, start a fire and cook on the spot. Set off in an hour."

"Yes, my lord."

As the order was passed on, the army of the Peak family stopped by the river.

Earl Peake sat by the bonfire, took the oatmeal porridge cooked by his attendants, and was about to eat when he suddenly heard the sound of horseshoes approaching from behind.

Not long after, I saw Caesar's attendant Noah Rowan striding forward, saying:

"Master Peake, there is a riot in High Court, His Majesty Caesar orders you to rush to stabilize the situation immediately!"

Hearing this, Earl Peake immediately jumped up from the ground, and he didn't care if the oatmeal in his hand was spilled.

"Quick! Quick! Mount! Go to Highgarden!" cried Earl Peake.

The herald was a little dazed: "My lord, the soldiers have just sat down and haven't had time to eat..."

"Fuck!" Earl Peake waved his whip viciously, "If you let the inflatable fish escape, I'll take your skin off!"

The herald hurriedly replied: "Yes, my lord!"

Earl Peake got on his horse and moved forward without looking back, yelling:

"Rush, rush, rush! Target Gaoting! Gaoting!"

The army on the banks of the Mander River immediately boiled, and in a blink of an eye it turned into a black torrent rolling towards Highgarden.