Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Loras Tyrell stood on the promenade of the Chancellor Tower, his long brown hair disheveled by the cold wind.

But now his heartbeat was even more chaotic.

The head of the Red Castle next to him knocked on the door again:

"Lord Tywin, I have brought you Ser Loras Tyrell."

Loras took a deep breath, calmed his heartbeat, and thought about the reason why Duke Tywin summoned him suddenly.

At the beginning, Caesar gave him two choices. Between going to the Great Wall as a night watchman and avenging Duke Renly Baratheon, he chose the latter.

Even if you paid a cruel price for it.

But as long as he could kill Tywin Lannister, Loras would never complain.

But things didn't go smoothly. Although Duke Tywin accepted his allegiance, he was obviously guarding against Loras, and he couldn't find a chance for revenge.

And now, the opportunity finally came!

A few days ago, when Varys found him, Loras was still full of doubts, even though the other party showed Caesar's personal letter.

And Loras didn't think Varys could arrange for him to meet Duke Tywin alone.

Unexpectedly, this spider really did it.

I don't know what reason Varys used to persuade Duke Tywin.

It probably has something to do with the current situation. After all, anyone can see now that the Lannister family is already at an absolute disadvantage. No matter how powerful Duke Tywin is, he may have to consider retreating.

[There is a crossbow on the wall. After killing people, the escape route is hidden in the fireplace. 】

Loras recalled Varys' exhortation, but his heart was still flickering with uneasiness.

It's not that he doesn't dare to kill people, but that he has a natural dislike and distrust towards Varys, the notorious intelligence chief.

The knock on the door sounded again, pulling back the wandering Loras.

Although the chief of the Red Castle shouted again, there was still no response from the door.

"Is Lord Tywin asleep?" Loras asked.

"Lord Tywin never went to bed so early," said the steward.

After hesitating for a while, he pushed open the door and walked in.

Loras followed suit.

There was no one in the room, a dozen candles were lit on the candlestick on the desk, and the pale yellow light flickered gently.

Loras' eyes wandered to the wall, but he didn't see the crossbow Varys had mentioned.

The damn spider is really unbelievable!

"Lord Tywin?" The steward called out again, "Are you asleep?"

Seeing the steward walking towards the bedroom, Loras was about to raise his heels when he suddenly smelled a faint smell of blood.

He was startled suddenly, but his face remained calm.

Seeing the manager push away the bedrooms and walk in, Loras went to the other side in the direction of the bloody smell.

When he pushed open the iron-paneled wooden door and saw the picture in the toilet, Loras couldn't help being stunned.

The majestic Hand of the King, the Guardian of the West, the Duke of Casterly Rock, Tywin Lannister, slumped on the toilet with disheveled clothes, a sharp arrow stuck in his lower abdomen, reaching his feathers, and the dark red blood flowed down the arrow handle Flowing down to bare thighs...

Loras' thoughts froze for a second before he saw the crossbow thrown at his feet.

The spider didn't lie.

Someone just got there first.

But who exactly?

Loras picked up the crossbow subconsciously, and when he turned his head, he saw the Red Castle chief standing behind him, looking at him with extremely terrified eyes:

"You, you actually killed Lord Tywin!"

Loras made no excuses.

Under such circumstances, any explanation is futile.

Seeing that the steward turned around and was about to run out, Loras quickly drew the bowstring and shot an arrow.

"Come here! Come——" The arrow hit the back of the manager's heart, interrupting his cry for help.

But Loras knew that this place must not stay long.

[...the escape route is hidden in the fireplace...]

He remembered Varys' instructions again, and without hesitation this time, Loras immediately rushed towards the fireplace.

Stepping over the still burning fire, Loras groped in the dark fireplace for a while, and he really opened a stone door.

Hearing the shouts of the guards outside, Loras immediately got into the stone door.

It was pitch black behind the door, and the narrow corridor made him crawl forward with difficulty.

However, Loras had an uncontrollable smile on his face.

...

Tyrion Lannister crawled back to the underground room from the patio and found that Varys was no longer there.

He didn't know how to go without the spider to guide him.

That's not entirely true, because he knew the way back to the dungeon.

But how could Tyrion be willing to go back again.

Looking at the five doors in front of him, Tyrion chose one at random and walked in.

See where the gods want to lead me. He thought to himself. It must be hell.

Cursed is the kinslayer.

And he had just killed his own father.

Walking in the dark and damp tunnel, the scene of Duke Tywin before his death kept appearing in front of Tyrion.

I don't know how long I walked, and I don't know how many turns I made, when finally some light appeared in front of my eyes.

Tyrion pushed hard against the stone slab above his head and got out.

The white full moon hangs high in the sky, and the howling wind blows the branches, casting jagged shadows on the ground. In the red castle, countless gold-cloaked guards holding torches are rushing around with nervous expressions.

I actually returned to the Red Keep. Tyrion shook his head with a wry smile. The gods really want me to die.

"Who is there!"

Tyrion saw a group of guards approaching him with torches, but he didn't feel a trace of panic in his heart, as if he had accepted his fate.

"It's me, Tyrion Lannister."

"Lord Tyrion?" The guards recognized him, and just about to salute, they suddenly realized——

Isn't this dwarf locked in a dark prison?

How did you escape?

"Okay, I won't make things difficult for you." Tyrion seemed very reasonable, "Take me to the king. My crimes deserve the trial and punishment I deserve."

"Okay, please come with us."

Escorted by the guards, Tyrion came to the king's bedroom in Maegor's Tower.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Queen Cersei smashing a flower pot.

And King Tommen sat on the bed and wept.

"Your Majesty, we met Lord Tyrion in the castle..."

Hearing the guard's words, Cersei suddenly turned her head, revealing a pale and helpless face in front of everyone.

"Tyrion? Aren't you locked in a dungeon? What are you doing here?"

"Didn't I miss you dear sister?" Tyrion subconsciously said in a teasing tone, "I am so happy to see you are still so graceful and luxurious, and you are the mother of the world."

"Happy fart!" Cersei stepped forward and slapped her younger brother, "Do you know that father is dead!"

Tyrion was slapped by the slap and turned half a circle on the spot, his head was a little dazed:

"Of course I know, it's me..."

"You know what!" Cersei slapped her again, "Father's dead! We're done! Who's going to stop those northern nobles? Who's going to deal with Caesar? Damn Caesar! He actually sent an assassin! That Loras I already knew that he had good intentions, so I should have persuaded my father to kill him in the first place!"

"Assassin? Loras?" Tyrion was a little confused about the situation.

"Yes, Loras Tyrion killed his father! You idiot!" Cersei scolded, and at the same time wanted to hit her brother again, as if to vent her anger and fear.

Unexpectedly, this time Tyrion shouted loudly:

"stop!"

Cersei's slap stopped in mid-air, but the next moment, she was even angrier, as if she felt shameful to be frightened by a dwarf.

"Damn dwarf! What right do you have to order me!"

But just as she was about to continue shaking her hands, Tyrion said loudly again:

"Just because I am the number one heir to Casterly Rock City! My father is dead, so I should inherit everything from him!"

"Nonsense! James is..."

"Jaime went to the Great Wall." Tyrion said, "Don't you know that the Night Watchman must give up his title and territory? According to the law, I am now the Duke of Casterly Rock, Guardian of the West!"

Cersei's face turned red and white, and she looked at her brother who suddenly burst out.

This dwarf brother who was despised, loathed, and even hated by her since childhood, unexpectedly looked extraordinarily tall at this moment.

In a trance, there was a bit of father Tywin's shadow.

Her palm stopped in mid-air, trembling and shaking, but after all, she didn't dare to slap it down.