Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

 Chapter 459 The Beginning of Chaos

   "Is Caesar going to come in?"

   "But haven't we already surrendered?"

   "Is he still refusing to forgive us?"

  …

  The throne room fell into chaos, and the nobles were frightened out of their wits by the sudden battle horn.

   "Your Majesty Caesar will not break his word." Only Varys was trying to defend himself while appeasing everyone, "Please wait a moment, my lords, I will send someone to investigate the situation."

   "Perhaps someone took advantage of the chaos caused by the storm to kill the Storm King," Cersei said sharply.

   Arya immediately retorted: "No! Caesar has a dragon, no one can kill him!"

   "The Targaryen who used to own the dragon did not know how many people died, and Caesar is not invincible." Cersei sneered.

   "If Caesar dies, you will all be buried with him!" Sansa didn't know where her courage came from, but she still said loudly.

   "Then we'll be buried together. Let King's Landing be a cemetery, and let us all be reduced to corpses." Cersei cried a little frantically, and at the same time she asked her servants to fetch wine: "Whether it's victory or defeat, glory or humiliation that awaits us, it doesn't prevent us from getting drunk first."

  The sound of wind and rain outside the castle kept whistling, mixed with the shouts of soldiers, the neighing of war horses, the clang of steel, and weird and inexplicable clicking sounds, playing a frightening music.

  The storm intensifies the difficulty of information transmission, but allows chaos to spread at a faster speed.

  The nobles in the Throne Hall had no idea what was going on outside, and could only anxiously wait for the judgment of fate.

   The servants quickly brought the drinks, and Cersei was the first to take out a goblet full of brandy, saying:

   "Caesar's greatest contribution to Westeros is the invention of brandy."

   After speaking, he drank it in one gulp.

  The nobles looked at each other in blank dismay, and then took the wine glasses one after another, trying to anesthetize themselves with alcohol, so that this anxious waiting would not be so difficult.

  Sansa hesitated for a moment, but took out a glass of spiced fruit wine from the passing servant, and took a sip.

   Then she turned around, only to find that her sister Arya was gone.

   "Arya? Arya?"

  Sansa searched around the hall, but did not find her sister.

   When she was angry and anxious, she suddenly heard a familiar voice behind her:

   "Don't look for it, your sister just went out with Varys."

  Sansa turned her head suddenly, and saw the Queen Mother standing behind her at some point.

   She looked like she had drunk a lot, her cheeks were flushed, and her green eyes had a bright, wild look.

   "Where did Arya and Lord Varys go?"

   "How do I know." Cersei said, "Maybe they ran away together. What a clever little ghost. And the people we left behind will be insulted by Caesar's soldiers and killed."

   "No." Sansa retorted, "His Majesty Caesar would not do that."

   "Silly girl, you don't understand the army at all. No matter how powerful a commander is, he can't control every soldier under his command in a war. And in a war, soldiers are beasts. Believe me, if the Red Castle falls, we noble and unarmed women can best inspire the **** in soldiers."

   "No, no..." Sansa kept shaking her head, "You're deliberately scaring me!"

   "Does this scare you?" Cersei leaned closer and sprayed Sansa's face with the smell of alcohol, "You little fool, didn't Eddard Stark teach you anything?"

   "Father taught me to be brave!"

   "Brave?" The corners of Cersei's mouth turned up, "Men must be brave, and they can be brave. After all, they have to go out to face the enemy with their swords. James once told me that only on the battlefield and on the bed can he feel his own life."

  The Empress Dowager took another sip of wine, and the blush on her face became more intense:

  "Actually, I would rather face a forest of swords than sit helplessly in the castle hall, waiting for the judgment of fate with you frightened hens.

  When we were kids, James and I looked so much alike that even my father often couldn't tell us apart. Sometimes we would swap clothes and pretend to be each other for a whole day just to play tricks.

   But when Jaime got his first sword, I didn't. We are so similar, but we are treated very differently.

  Jaime learns how to ride a sword and how to kill, but I have to learn to smile, sing and like people. He became a gallant knight, I was sold like a mare to a stranger.

  The new owner can ride if he wants to ride, fight if he wants to fight, if he has a new love, leave me alone..."

   She was really drunk. Sansa thought to herself, but there was not much pity in her heart.

   She stared out at the playful storm outside the window, and couldn't help thinking of the young knight of the Riverbend she had seen many years ago.

  How long has it been? She hasn't fully grown up yet, but he has gone from a little baron to a storm king, and he is even about to rule the Seven Kingdoms.

   Does he remember me?

  …

  Samwell jumped off the back of the dragon, threw Tommen to Tyrion, and asked angrily:

   "Who blew the horn?"

   "It may be some frightened idiot." Tyrion said quickly, "Your Majesty, we absolutely have no intention of betraying, otherwise we would not have come out of the city to meet you."

   "Yes, Your Majesty." Roose Bolton also stepped forward and said, "Please allow us to enter the city to restrain our men and prevent the riot from spreading."

  Samwell glanced at everyone, and ordered in a flat tone:

  "All the lords stay, send their knights into the city, gather the army, appease the soldiers, and tell them that I am not their enemy, and the real enemy should come from the sea."

   "The real enemy?" "Sea?" "Which force are you talking about, Your Majesty?"

  In the face of everyone's inquiries, Samwell didn't say much:

   "The military situation is urgent, I can't explain too much to you, remember that after entering the city, mobilize troops to the east city and south city, that is, the two walls facing the water and the sea. Do you understand?"

  The knights looked at each other in blank dismay, but still nodded in agreement, and then led away.

  Earl Randall Tarly came over at this time and said to Samwell:

   "This storm is weird."

   "I know," Samwell nodded solemnly, "it should be a product of some kind of witchcraft, and I have a hunch that we may have to face some unusual enemies."

   "An unusual enemy?"

   "I don't know now."

   "Let's not talk about the enemies at sea, let's talk about the troubles inside the city." Earl Landau's face was extremely solemn: "The timing of this storm is very bad, and the army in the city is at the most sensitive moment. If it is not handled properly, great disturbances will occur."

   "I understand. So we have to control the pace of entering the city, don't stimulate the army in the city, advance slowly, and control the key positions in the city, as well as the Red Castle, that is the most important thing." Samwell said, "Father, you are in charge of commanding the army to enter the city. I will go to Blackwater Bay to see the situation."

"good."