The Throne Room was filled with the pungent smell of blood.
Donner's body had already been dragged away, and the floor had been cleaned.
But dark red bloodstains still seeped from the cracks in the flagstones.
The fanaticism on Robert Baratheon's face gradually faded, replaced by a sullen expression.
He glared at Cersei, who stood not far away.
His nominal wife, however, was now cleared of all charges due to the victory of his most trusted knight.
This was the greatest irony under the heavens.
Although everything had been arranged, he still felt uncomfortable.
"The gods... have rendered their judgment."
Every word Robert spoke seemed to be squeezed through his teeth.
"The Queen, Cersei Lannister, is innocent."
He waved his hand in disgust, as if shooing away flies.
"Get out of here!"
"Everyone, get out!"
The nobles, as if granted a great pardon, hastily retreated.
No one wanted to provoke the King's displeasure at this moment.
Cersei bowed slightly, then turned and straightened her back.
Escorted by two Kingsguard who showed her deference, she left the oppressive hall.
The house arrest was lifted.
She was free... Maegor's Holdfast.
When Cersei re-entered the luxurious cage that had imprisoned her for several days, the Gold Cloaks at the door were gone.
Everything in the room was exactly as she had left it.
But the feeling was completely different.
She walked to the window and pushed it open.
The afternoon sun and wind poured in together, stirring her golden hair.
She looked at her garden below, and at the prosperous King's Landing in the distance, a feeling of being in another world surged in her heart.
But in this now free space, a faint, almost imperceptible shadow lingered.
The shadow of Lynn.
She subconsciously touched her inner thigh.
"Bang—!"
The door was violently pushed open, interrupting her thoughts.
Jaime Lannister rushed in.
His face was filled with the ecstasy of survival and an irrepressible passion.
"Cersei! We won!"
He strode forward, arms open, wanting to embrace her tightly.
However, just as his hand was about to touch Cersei's shoulder, she, like a startled cat, suddenly took a step back, avoiding his embrace.
Jaime's movement froze in mid-air, and the smile on his face also solidified.
"What's wrong?"
"Don't touch me."
Cersei's voice was cold, devoid of any warmth.
In her clear blue eyes was a detachment Jaime had never seen before.
"What?"
Jaime thought he had misheard.
"Cersei, we should celebrate! I..."
He stepped forward again, trying to grasp Cersei's hand.
"Slap!"
A crisp slap.
Cersei used all her strength to slap Jaime hard.
"I said, don't touch me!"
Jaime was completely stunned, covering his burning cheek.
His green eyes, once full of love, now held only shock and confusion.
"Are you crazy?!"
"I'm not crazy."
Cersei looked at him, without a hint of guilt in her eyes.
"I'm just tired and want to be alone."
"Tired?"
Jaime's emotions finally spiraled out of control.
"You almost died! And now you're telling me you're tired?"
He took a step forward, grabbing Cersei's shoulders tightly and shaking her vigorously.
"Tell me, what exactly happened?!"
"It's that Lynn! Did he say something to you?!"
Jaime was not a fool.
Lynn's miraculous dual swordsmanship, the duel that seemed to be fought for Cersei but was secretly full of control, and Cersei's extremely abnormal attitude at this moment... everything was strange!
Cersei's body trembled violently.
Lynn's warning echoed in her ears like a devil's curse.
"Your body belongs only to me."
"Not Jaime, nor your future lovers."
"Don't force me to bring my Gold Cloaks to fetch you."
"Also, the mole on your inner thigh is really sexy."
No, Lynn knows everything!
She didn't want to be manipulated by Lynn again!
"Let go of me!"
Cersei used all her strength to push Jaime away.
"Get out!"
"If it weren't for your injury, would I have let Lynn be my sworn shield!"
Cersei shrieked hysterically.
She grabbed the wine glass and mirror from the bedside, throwing everything she could get her hands on at Jaime.
"I don't want to see you again! Get out!"
Jaime dodged awkwardly.
Looking at the woman in front of him, who seemed to be going mad, his heart was filled with confusion.
Jaime gave her a deep look.
His eyes were full of disappointment and pain.
He said nothing more, just turned and slammed the door shut.
The room finally fell silent.
Cersei's strength seemed to drain away, and she slid weakly down the wall to the floor.
She buried her face in her knees, letting out a suppressed sob... The next day, in the Throne Room.
Lynn bid farewell to Robert.
"Your Majesty, the unrest in King's Landing has subsided, and I should fulfill my promise to cross the Narrow Sea and bring back the heads of the Targaryen remnants for you."
"However, before that, I need to return to Winterfell to attend to some private matters."
Robert Baratheon was irritably drinking his wine in silence.
He glanced at Lynn, then at Ned, who stood beside Lynn with a resolute expression.
The anger in his heart burned even brighter.
These two Northerners now seemed like two great mountains, suffocating him.
"Go, go!"
He waved his hand in annoyance.
"Get out of here quickly! Take your people and go back to your icy North!"
He didn't want to see Lynn for another second.
"Ser Lynn!"
A clear child's voice suddenly came from the doorway of the great hall.
Everyone turned to look.
Princess Myrcella, holding up her pale yellow skirt, ran in quickly.
After spending time together, she no longer feared Lynn; instead, she was filled with curiosity and affection for him.
She looked up with her doll-like face, her emerald eyes holding a hint of plea.
"Are you returning to Winterfell?"
"Yes, Princess."
"Then... then can you take me with you?" Myrcella gathered her courage and said loudly.
"I want to see the Wall in the North, and I want to have a snowball fight in the snow!"
During her days at Lynn's residence, she had experienced unprecedented freedom and joy.
The magical soap, the moving stories told by Sansa, and the "outrageous" games Arya played with her, all were a hundred times more interesting than the boring etiquette lessons in the Red Keep.
She didn't want to return to that luxurious cage.
At these words, Ned Stark frowned.
And Cersei, standing not far away in the crowd, instantly turned pale!
Myrcella... how could she... hadn't she clearly instructed her?
Robert paused, then looked at his daughter with hazy, drunken eyes.
He looked at Myrcella's brilliant Lannister golden hair, and her emerald eyes, identical to Jaime's, and an uncontrollable surge of disgust inexplicably rose in his heart.
"You want to go to the North?"
Robert's lips curled into a strange smile.
"Good! Excellent!"
He slapped his thigh suddenly, as if he had made a brilliant decision.
"Go! Let Lynn teach you well what Northern rules are!"
He pointed at Lynn, then at Myrcella, and burst into laughter.
"So you don't stay in King's Landing every day and learn bad things from your wicked mother!"
"Your Majesty! This is not proper!"
Cersei finally couldn't help but shriek.
Sending a Princess to the North was tantamount to sending a hostage!
"Shut up!"
Robert's laughter abruptly stopped, and he roared at Cersei.
"Do you have a say here?!"
"This is my daughter!"
"Wherever I send her, she must go!"
Cersei's body swayed, and she almost fell to the ground.
She looked to her brother Jaime for help, but found that Jaime merely watched everything coldly, without a ripple in his eyes.
It's over.
Everything is over.
Lynn bowed slightly, his voice calm and unruffled.
"As you command, Your Majesty."
He walked to Myrcella's side and extended his hand to her.
"Princess, please."
Myrcella cheered and unhesitatingly placed her small hand into Lynn's large palm.
Lynn led Myrcella, and under Cersei's gaze of utter despair, they walked out of the Throne Room step by step.
In the long corridor, sunlight streamed through the stained glass, casting dappled light and shadow.
Jaime Lannister emerged from the shadow of a stone pillar.
He watched Lynn and Myrcella's retreating figures, and in his green eyes, a cold and dangerous flame ignited.
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