Chapter 282 Entering the City

At dusk, the evening bells rang.

All things rested from work, and the common people closed their stalls and shops and prepared to go home.

The servants of the Red Keep were busy. At this time, they would usually prepare to serve the royal family in bathing and changing clothes, tidying up the rooms and waiting for them to go to bed. But at this time, their work might be even busier, because the bells of the Cathedral and the Red Keep were not just for telling time.

The bells continued to ring, and they rang several times in a row.

The Cathedral also echoed the sound, ringing the huge bell in front of the statue of Baelor I.

Barristan stood there, his long sword against the bricks of the Red Keep, and the servants hurried past him, glancing at him from time to time.

But they were not secretly looking at Barristan, the legendary knight, but Jaime Lannister, who knelt in front of him and silently sought judgment.

The name of "King Slayer" passed through the minds of others, but it was just as hurried as walking.

"King Slayer".

This is louder.

No one dared to look at them for long, but just cursed or prayed in their hearts, and left without looking back.

"I" Barristan felt like the poison of a strangler was forced into his mouth, he had nothing to say, he had no words to say.

"Mad King" Aerys, King Robert, Prince Tommen, Queen Mother Cersei.

During his long tenure as Kingsguard, the royal family was killed one after another.

"Seven Gods," Barristan had no choice but to pray, he looked down at Jaime, the latter's expression did not seem to have the guilt he imagined, but more calm and relaxed.

"I have no right to judge you, except to spit and..." Barristan didn't say anything after all. He didn't hear Jaime's self-defense, he only knew that he did these things. A few days ago, he persuaded himself to take off the white robe of Sir Osmund Oakheart because he violated the Kingsguard oath, but now he killed the queen mother with his own hands, and it was his own sister.

Barristan turned around, his white robe brushed gently in front of Jaime's eyes, "The Hand of the King, Lord Artis Arryn, will arrive here soon. Let him and the king judge you."

"Or."

He turned his head again and looked at Jaime deeply.

Jaime nodded slightly, he knew what Ser Barristan meant.

He hoped he would end it himself.

Just like Barristan looked at him, or Eddard Stark looked at him countless times in the past period of time.

Barristan didn't say it, sighed slightly, didn't look back, and left directly.

Jaime smiled, he put down the golden mask, stood up, and looked out the window.

The dusk was dim, but very warm, grand and warm.

The long scar was covered by the light, and the golden hair was fluttering.

I won't die for the time being, Jaime thought, he thought of Tyrion, thought of Rose, and remembered that there was still the matter of wildfire that had not been resolved.

It's not time yet, Jaime whispered to the sun, talking to the god of death.

The bells stopped ringing, and the falcons hovered over King's Landing, making loud eagle cries, and the loud voices echoed, and they broke into the sunset that enveloped everything alone.

At the same time, outside King's Landing, the golden robes of the Gate of the Gods stared at the long team in the distance, and saw the crescent falcon flag fluttering in the wind, and then stood up and beat the military drums.

"Boom boom boom!"

The city gates were wide open, and the valley cavalry entered in a line, while the infantry quickly cleared the way, occupying both sides of the road along the way, with spears upright, looking directly at the houses on the street.

Anda Royce, who was camped in the king's territory, drew a team of more than a thousand people from the barracks to be responsible for the Duke's entry into the capital, while Attis himself had already been in the carriage, the body of the carriage was shaking, he closed his eyes and said nothing, enduring this city filled with stench.

He still remembered that he said King's Landing was beautiful, but now it seems like a cold joke.

Robert Royce and his guards also arrived at the city gate, and the flag of the Royce family followed the Crescent Falcon and moved forward slowly.

"Duke Artis," Robert shouted beside the carriage, "The king did not respond to your request for an audience."

Artis nodded slightly. The king's abnormality had long been informed to him by the Golden Eagle, which actually made him more eager to enter the Red Castle. He understood the principle of delay.

Robert coughed slightly and handed a note into the carriage.

There was a paragraph of Westeros Common Language written on it, and a golden and unique eagle seal was pressed on the lower right corner of the paper.

It was the style of the Golden Eagle, Artis thought, all actions were full of ritual, even a note had to reflect his style, publicity never lost the fancy.

The note read: "The fire wizard has been controlled, the wildfire has been eliminated; Jaime strangled the queen mother, and the lioness is gone."

Attis sighed softly, his face calm. He lifted the curtain and said to Robert:

"The king's camp can be set off. Tell your brother Anda that the Lannisters have been operating the city gates for too many years and it's time to change them."

Robar said yes softly, turned his horse's head, and ran behind the convoy.

Attis glanced at the street where the army could pass and gradually narrowed. The civilians along the way were packing up their stalls and closing their shops. It was just their curiosity that prompted them to stretch their necks to see what this army was.

To this day, most people in King's Landing still think that Joffrey is the savior of King's Landing and prevented the army of his evil uncle Stannis from occupying King's Landing.

Except for the merchants and mercenaries who are not many in the city, and those who often go out to port, they know that the cavalry raid in the valley was the turning point of the Battle of the Blackwater.

But this does not constitute the main focus of public opinion, after all, the church and the Red Castle have the power to explain.

The journey was smooth, the Red Castle was within reach, and the Lannister golden lion flag still stood side by side with the Baratheon flag.

It's time to change. Atis did not hide his ambition at all.

This should be a fact, a recognized fact, a fact accepted and accustomed to by everyone in the Seven Kingdoms.

The Kingsguard was waiting in front. Queen Margaery stood at the gate of the Red Keep with the rose emblem of the Tyrell family embroidered on her chest.

Ser Barristan Selmy, Ser Mandon Moore from the Vale, and Ser Balon Swann, who had lost to Angay in an archery competition, all stood beside the queen.

Atis got off the carriage, approached Margaery, and nodded slightly.

"Your Majesty, I, Attis Arryn, have come to King's Landing to take up my post, preside over the royal council, and participate in the funeral of Lord Tywin."

Margaery held out her hand, "You have worked hard. Your Majesty and I have been looking forward to your coming to preside over the kingdom."

Attis kissed the queen's hand and glanced behind her, "It seems that the king does not welcome me very much."

"No," Margaery answered calmly without panic in her eyes, "The king is ill and is resting."

Attis nodded, "I hope this will not affect the holding of the state funeral. Besides," he smiled slightly, "There are too many ceremonies to be held in King's Landing, your wedding with the king, and my wedding with Princess Myrcella."

Margaery rubbed her fingers together and clenched her fists lightly , with a smile on his face, "Everything will go as expected. With you as the King's Hand in Westeros, everything will go smoothly."

"I hope so."

Attis stopped the small talk and just bowed his head slightly, "Although the king is ill, I'm afraid I still have important things to do in King's Landing."

"What?" Margaery blurted out. She was actually very nervous at this time. Without her smart brothers by her side and her grandmother, it was too difficult for her to deal with it alone.

"I'm afraid this matter should not alarm the king, and naturally the queen doesn't need to know. Just know that this is a good thing for the country and the people. After all, everything is supported by the Royal Conference." Attis chuckled, said hello to Barristan and other Kingsguards, and walked into the Red Castle.

Just in time, Margaery's smile did not diminish, thinking to herself that the Red Castle still had a lot of difficult matters that needed you to deal with.

The valley soldiers behind her poured in one after another in order, and the crescent falcon flag blocked the sunset, leaving sections of shadows on the ground.

Barristan looked at Margaery, who shook her head slightly and ignored the dispatch of these personnel.