ebookpocket.com #356 - Chapter 90: Each has his own plan
#356 - Chapter 90: Each has his own plan
At this moment, Kevan, who was standing to the side, looked as if dark clouds were gathering on his face. Ever since Tywin's death, the position of Lord of Casterly Rock had remained vacant. His two sons, Jaime, had joined the Kingsguard, meaning he could not marry or have children, thus giving up the family inheritance. Tyrion had been exiled, far from the center of power.
Originally, Kevan's line had a chance to inherit Casterly Rock. However, Lancel's sudden burst of fervor led him to join the church, which complicated matters. If not for this unexpected event, Kevan would probably have already begun plotting to seize power, which also explains why he was constantly at odds with Cersei.
However, now Kevan's two younger brothers, Tygett and Gerion, were very dissatisfied with his inaction regarding Cersei. They firmly believed that only Jaime was qualified to inherit the title, and therefore stood firmly on Jaime's side. This internal conflict made Kevan feel very棘手.
At the gates of the Red Keep, Cersei was bidding farewell to Jaime. Jaime said worriedly, "You are about to face trial, and I am really worried about leaving you alone in this treacherous situation."
Cersei gently stroked Jaime's face and replied tenderly, "My dear, the Westerlands are where you should be. They need you to lead, and I will face everything bravely. Go and command our army, let them clearly understand who they should truly be loyal to! This is also what Father has always expected of you! As for the trial in a few days, don't worry, I have the Mountain! No one is his match in the arena, except for that monster, Qyburn." Her eyes revealed an unparalleled determination and resolution.
After saying these words, she hugged Jaime tightly and whispered in his ear, "Go! Go and do what you should do. When you return to King's Landing next time, it will be our time for revenge. I will definitely make everyone deeply aware that the Lannister family always pays its debts!"
Jaime immediately mounted his horse and, surrounded by many knights, slowly left the Red Keep. He rode further and further away until his figure completely disappeared. Cersei stood there, quietly gazing at the direction Jaime had left, her eyes fixed for a long time. When she finally turned around, she happened to see the Mountain standing by her side and noticed the spots of blood still dripping from the Mountain's arm armor.
Cersei's lips curled into a slight smile, and she asked with a hint of amusement, "Out hunting again today? How was the harvest?"
The Mountain slowly raised his hand and held up eight thick fingers. Seeing this, Cersei nodded with satisfaction and said, "Very good. In that case, you don't have to go out anymore. From now on, you will stay by my side."
The Mountain nodded silently, standing beside Cersei like a rock, motionless. His tall and mighty body exuded a suffocating aura, like an insurmountable mountain. Cersei turned and slowly walked into the castle, each step so firm and powerful. Her eyes sparkled with determination, as if she was looking forward to the upcoming trial. She knew that this would be a crucial contest that would determine her fate and future.
At the same time, Jaime was leading his cavalry towards Casterly Rock. Along the way, he kept thinking about how to effectively integrate the forces and control the entire army of the Westerlands. He knew that in the face of the upcoming challenges, only by uniting and working together could they defeat the enemy. At this moment, in King's Landing, various forces were also competing secretly. On the surface, it seemed calm, but in reality, undercurrents were surging, and a thrilling power struggle was brewing.
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In the distant North, in the Black Castle, Stannis's army finally settled down. Although the harsh cold here had caused them great suffering, they were not intimidated by the difficulties and gradually adapted to this harsh environment. However, due to the lack of sufficient winter clothing, they were still unable to take the next step and launch more in-depth military operations.
Fortunately, the second batch of aid from Braavos arrived in time. This batch of supplies mainly included a large amount of food and urgently needed winter clothing, which greatly helped Stannis's army.
At the same time, the Iron Bank also sent Tycho Nestoris as an envoy to Eastwatch-by-the-Sea. The Iron Bank was in great trouble. They were not optimistic about the regime in King's Landing and were unwilling to continue investing more funds in this bottomless pit. They planned to support Stannis in seizing the Iron Throne through financial aid and demanded that Stannis recognize and promise to repay all debts owed by the Iron Throne.
When Tycho arrived at the Black Castle, Stannis was still being held in the dungeon. He had negotiated with Mance Rayder many times, but the King-Beyond-the-Wall had always refused to surrender and was unwilling to lead the wildlings to serve Stannis.
Taking this opportunity, Jon warmly received the Iron Bank's delegation. While waiting, he reached an agreement with Tycho to borrow money from the Iron Bank. This money would be used to purchase food and supplies to help the Night's Watch survive the winter. As for repayment? Winter is coming, and no one can be sure if they will live to see that day.
Just as they were talking, Stannis walked in with a livid face, indicating that his persuasion had failed again. Jon slowly stood up, his face solemn, and said, "Since Your Majesty is here, then you can continue to discuss. I will take my leave first!" With that, he turned and walked towards the door.
Just as he was about to cross the threshold, Stannis's deep voice came from behind, "Commander Jon Snow, please wait!" Jon stopped, turned around, and met Stannis's gaze.
Stannis stared at Jon, his eyes flashing with determination, and said in a deep voice, "I heard that you have some friendship with Mance Rayder. Here, I hope you can persuade him to surrender to me. I have given him enough time, but if he is still stubborn and refuses to be loyal to me, then I have no choice but to execute him."
Jon shrugged helplessly. He had long understood the stubbornness of the wildlings. He replied calmly, "Okay, Your Majesty, I will talk to him. However, please don't have high expectations for the result." After speaking, he turned and left, stepping out of the room.
After walking a few steps, a bright red figure appeared not far ahead, it was the red priestess Melisandre. Jon nodded slightly to show his polite greeting.
However, Melisandre did not make way. She blocked Jon's path, staring at him sharply, and said softly, "Lord Jon, I have noticed some different aura on you. You seem to have a resistance to me. May I have a private conversation with you?" Her voice revealed an unquestionable majesty.
Jon: "I'm sorry, I have my beliefs. I think you should go talk to His Majesty!" Watching Melisandre approach step by step, he retreated step by step.