Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 280 Ashes Flying in the Sky of King's Landing

As the second largest city in Westeros after Oldtown, King's Landing received great respect from the White Walker siege army.

In order to attack King's Landing, they spent an unprecedented long time building three large catapults outside the city with the help of craftsmen who turned into wights.

Facing a city like King's Landing, which is 80 feet high and has a garrison of more than , the ant-climbing tactic would cause great losses, so the White Walkers once again used the refueling tactic they used when attacking the Great Wall, attacking the walls and gates in batches and waves, consuming the kerosene, wildfire and catapults of the defenders on the wall.

This consumption of troops was very alarming, and the defenders prepared a lot of wildfires. Under the city wall, the entire outer city's nearly 1,000-foot attack point and the snow curtain near the city gate were all dyed into the unnatural green of the wildfire. The kerosene burned fiercely, and even the city wall could feel its terrible temperature, and smell the burning barbecue smell below that made people dare not think deeply.

If wildfire can provide an unlimited supply of wall guards, then there is no doubt that the King's Landing defenders can defend the wall even if a fool is in charge.

Unfortunately, nothing can be supplied in unlimited quantities. The purpose of the refueling tactic is to use the army to consume the materials of the defenders on the city wall.

There are too many White Walker siege troops, and their attack methods are different from those of humans.

They don't have heavy things like battering rams, but they have docile flocks of sheep that people never thought were dangerous.

Unlike Winterfell, King's Landing is a city with a population of 500,000. Its walls are separated by a much larger area than Winterfell.

A strange blizzard accompanied by the White Walker army invaded the city. The wind and snow obscured the visibility of the defenders on the city walls. When the defenders saw the approaching tide of zombies, they were often close to the range of engagement.

So when the refueling tactic was followed by thousands of animal corpses attacking the city gate, coupled with tall wooden ladders and catapults throwing corpse ghost balls, the defenders were caught off guard and were a little confused, which led to the situation where the capital garrison was frightened and the captain abandoned the gate.

But the gates of King's Landing have iron gates, which are taller, thicker and stronger than those of Winterfell. They actually blocked the zombie tide's successful door burning tactics in Winterfell.

However, the White Walker army's respect for King's Landing went beyond that. The army's main attack direction was the three gates in the north of the city, the Gods Gate, the Old City Gate, and the Dragon Gate. The Iron Gate and the Lion Gate in the east and west seemed to have only been harassed.

However, the defenders never expected that the White Walkers would have a secret plan. After attracting the attention of the defenders at Lion's Gate, a group of White Walkers took a dead end road from Lion's Gate Rosby, which the human army would never choose to attack the city. They jumped off a cliff more than ten feet high into Blackwater Bay and entered the cliff under Aegon's High Hill from the dangerous seashore that the human army would never take.

Then they entered the sewers of King's Landing from the world-famous but little-known underground secret passage. The wights have some memories, and the people of King's Landing may never think of it, which makes the wights of the White Walker army know the secret passage information. They are in the Lannister army left behind when they fled to King's Landing from Harrenhal and the Warrior's Sons team that went out of the city to meet them.

Fate is magical. The Lannister army only knows some secret passages to sneak into King's Landing, while the mixed Warrior Sons know some secret passages leading to various streets in King's Landing. Combined, the White Walker army obtained enough information to implement the strategy of internal and external cooperation.

The army of the Undead that poured in from the secret passage lived up to expectations and became the most critical surprise force in the capture of King's Landing. In order to act in secret, they numbered only over 2,000, and they were all short wights. But they bypassed the city wall and entered the city, bypassing the defenders, facing unarmed civilians without armor. No matter how short the wights were, they would be like a tiger among sheep when they entered a crowd of people.

What's more, there are seven real White Walkers mixed in with the zombie tide.

The White Walker army is not in a hurry to capture the city walls, and their purpose is to kill civilians in the city, and then allow the White Walkers mixed in the tide of corpses to quickly transform the corpses into combat power.

This move caused the inside of King's Landing to quickly encounter a phenomenon that often occurs in zombie movies, that is, every dead person would become a member of the zombie tide in a very short time.

This tactic quickly caused an avalanche effect in the civilian gathering area inside King's Landing. Humans became confused under the impact of the zombie tide, and this chaos quickly spread. The harm caused by the irrational crowd was sometimes much greater than the zombie tide. Targaryen's propaganda was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and in desperation they thought of using fire to deal with the zombie tide.
Thus began the prologue to the fire in King's Landing.

The fire started in the chaotic townhouses in Flea Bottom. The large number of illegally expanded buildings and the intricate narrow alleys could not stop the spread of the fire. The mountains of garbage dumps in the center of the flea market became excellent fuel for the fire.

And as if in response to the blazing green flames of the wildfire that pierced the sky and was dozens of feet high in the Tower of the Hand on Aegon's High Hill, as the fire spread rapidly in Flea Street, with the echo of several loud noises, the depression between the Hills of Rhaenys in King's Landing and Aegon's High Hill began to explode, burning with green flames.

The wildfire explosion caused the flames to splash and spread to more places, including Stinky Bay, Pickled Meat Street, and Muddy Road. When the flames spread to the bakeries on Flour Street, this street with many bakeries and flour warehouses vividly demonstrated what a dust explosion is.

The rumbling sound of Bread Street was like thunder, completely waking up the entire King's Landing from the long night.

But it must be said that the explosion on Flour Street was actually a good thing for King's Landing. The explosion caused serious collapse of the houses on Flour Street, and in turn formed an isolation zone in disguise, preventing the fire from spreading further to Steel Street, Eel Lane, and Piglen Lane.

The open space in the church district of Silent Sister Street and the conscious fire prevention measures of the Alchemist Guild also formed a buffer zone. The fire did not spread to the abandoned dragon pit and the Great Sept of Baelor, but because of this, even the corpses of the White Walkers fled frantically in these directions to avoid the flames.

The fire spread uncontrollably across much of the east and south of the city, advancing from Muddy Road and Hook Alley toward the central area of ​​King's Landing.

This area was where the city at the foot of Aegon's High Hill in King's Landing first developed. Adhering to the tradition that King's Landing was originally just a high hill fishing village and lacked planning, the fire spread faster in this area with many tall wooden and stone buildings, whose top floors protruded so much that they could touch each other and block out the sunlight on the streets. It began to spread from the hillside of Aegon's High Hill to the Red Castle on the mountain.

If King Aerys II were here and saw this scene, he would surely clap his hands in excitement.

With things having developed to this point, even the fall of the old city gate under the desperate attack of the White Walker army seems insignificant.

Both Cersei and Jaime have imagined the burning of King's Landing countless times. The difference is that Cersei wants to burn the city and leave a ruin, while Jaime wants to stop it from happening and save the lives in King's Landing. Of course, he also has some selfish motives. During the reign of Aerys, it was Tywin who led his army to falsely open King's Landing and enter the city, which became the last weight that overwhelmed Jaime's inner balance and made him commit regicide.

But now.

James looked at the burning city blankly, feeling dazed for a moment.

But Cersei was laughing: "Burn them, burn everyone! Yes, that's what I want." But as she laughed, Cersei began to panic, "Jaime, hurry up, there is no time, we have to leave King's Landing! There are countless wildfires buried under King's Landing. This fire will soon spread underground, and then all the wildfire cans will be ignited, and the whole city will be blown up to the sky!"

James was confused: "Is this what you want?"

"Those lowly and dirty civilians, those stupid pig-like dignitaries, they betrayed me, betrayed Lannister, and betrayed Tommen long ago. Don't you think I don't know? I remember them all!" Cersei's green eyes looked extremely evil in the green flames. "Qyburn's little bird records the stinking words of those lowly people, and records what those dignitaries said at the banquet. I know every one of them! They all deserve to die, Jaime, including these hens in the Red Castle now. When we leave, I will blow these traitors and idiots to the sky! Haha, this is wonderful, so I don't have to arrange people to set fire to every corner of the city. This is what they deserve!"

As Jaime looked at Cersei's crazy smile, the sense of strangeness in his heart became stronger and stronger.

But Cersei was very happy, as if the long-suppressed mood was finally released: "This fire is just a cover for us, Jaime, no one will know that we can escape from such a fire!" She showed a smile on her face that she had not shown for a long time under the pressure of these days, "Jaime, the Virgin Mary is protecting us!"

As she spoke, Cersei hurried forward and took Jaime's hand.

No.

James shrank back, away from her.

"What are you waiting for? Time is running out, Jaime." Cersei said anxiously, "Let's go and get Tommen and set off to the harbor immediately!"

"No," said James.

"No?" Cersei's eyes widened, unable to comprehend. "You're going to stay and die here with these idiots? Come on, are you crazy, Jaime?"

"Am I crazy? Maybe." Jaime frowned. "You make me feel strange, Cersei. What made you become like this?"

Cersei's face fell. "What? What do you mean by 'like this'? Like what?"

James asked sternly, "Do you believe in anything in your heart? Love? Loyalty? Honor? Family? Or, power?"

"Why are you so stupid? Do you really want Tommen and I to die here? Please, stop being stupid. We have to leave."

"We have gone far enough, Cersei." Jaime called her loudly, "betrayal, regicide, abandonment of honor, and harming the innocent for love."

"what are you saying?"

"I killed Aerys, you killed Robert—"

"Stop!" Cersei called him. "What are you crazy about? Do you think we should die here and perish with King's Landing? For the sake of 'love', Jaime, I ask you one last time, are you going or not?"

"Love?" James laughed bitterly. "Really?"

Cersei was speechless: "What do you want to say?"

"I know everything. What you did in King's Landing. From Lancel."

"Please, you are saying this at this time? Lancel is crazy. He doesn't want the family or the castle. He is a lunatic and a liar!"

"You slept with your cousins ​​so they would help you kill the king?"

"Are you blaming me?" Cersei responded to his question. "How can you blame me? Don't you know how much I hate Robert, that fat pig? Stark has found out! If Robert knows about what happened between you and me, we will both die. But you couldn't help me. Where were you? What did you do? You went to fight Stark, and then ran away! You ran away, but what about me? Why didn't you take me and the child with you? If I were a man, Jaime, I would never watch the woman I love being ridden by another man and walk away when her life was threatened!"

"I"

"You're saying you have your reasons? You're trying to find excuses?" Cersei sneered. "I'm tired of excuses, Jaime. You killed Aerys for yourself and your father. Why couldn't you kill Robert for me?"

"There were thousands of times, I swear, I wanted to kill him."

"But have you ever taken action?"

"Why did I do all this? Wasn't it for the children? Wasn't it for you? Now you blame me? What right do you have to blame me?"

".Then Moonboy. Brother Kettleblack?"

"Seven hells, Jaime! How can you be so unreasonable and entangled like a foolish woman? I said, to protect the child, you have your sword and I have mine."

"I can't argue with you, Cersei. From childhood to adulthood, I've never been able to defeat you in an argument. I'm tired." He was heartbroken. The words Cersei packaged were full of betrayal and excuses.

"What the hell is wrong with you, James?"

"I don't want to go anymore. I'm tired."

Cersei was mad and felt that Jaime was incomprehensible: "Why, tell me!"

They didn't know when a barrier had appeared between them, and this barrier grew thicker over time, making it impossible for both sides to understand each other.

James said nothing, but lowered his head, and as if inadvertently, he flicked away a large piece of ash that fell on his white robe.

Cersei caught this: "Damn it, Jaime, don't tell me it's your honor that's getting in the way! Have you forgotten that you are the Kingslayer! This white robe means nothing to you!"

"Don't!" James said. "Don't say that word. Go away."

"How could you be so heartless as to abandon me and Tommen for your own 'honor'?"

James shook his head: "You have so many guards around you, you don't need me."

"No," Cersei said, looking disappointed. "Don't you understand? They can't be trusted! Jaime, come with me. I need you. We can't reveal our whereabouts. Do you understand?"

It turned out to be the case.

James suddenly realized: "You want me to kill the person who knows about this for you?"

Cersei became excited: "Yes, just like before!"

Just like before.

These words pierced James' heart, ruthlessly peeling off the shell of honor that he had finally rediscovered in his heart, revealing the bloody scars inside.

"No." After a long pause, James gritted his teeth and refused.

"Fine!" Cersei was furious at the refusal. "Fine! Then stay here and wait for death with your honor! I knew that men are unreliable!"

With that, Cersei left with the two clearly inhuman things beside her.

Soon, Cersei rushed to the king's residence and asked to take the king to Maegor's Holdfast for refuge.

The two white robes looked a little uneasy: "Your Majesty, the king has just received a bandage to stop the bleeding, so he should not move too much."

"This is an order!"

No one dared to refuse.

Cersei then had two white robes carry the stretcher and escort the king away.

Boros looked at the direction Cersei was leading and couldn't help asking, "Isn't this heading to Maegor's Holdfast?"

Cersei didn't answer: "Shut up and follow."

The team quickly bypassed the Red Castle Road and came to the cellar, where Coben and two guards had been waiting for a while.

Marin Tran soon saw that this was the Red Castle's storage room. Wildfire pots were piled under a large number of dragon head skeletons. "Your Majesty, what is this?"

Cersei did not answer. She only ordered: "Merlin, Boros, you two stay here, and light the wildfire here after His Majesty and I leave. Then follow us."

The two white robes looked at each other and couldn't help asking, "Your Majesty, what about the Red Castle?"

Cersei stared at her coldly: "Are you going to disobey me?"

Although the two remaining white-robed men in Junlin were not people of honor, they would still be somewhat hesitant about doing such a thing.

But at this moment, Tommen's weak voice came from the stretcher: "Mother, Queen Mother, what are you going to do?"

It turned out that Tommen had woken up.

"Oh, my child, do not be afraid. Mother will protect you."

"Ah?" Tommen was a little confused. "How is the battle in King's Landing going? Shouldn't I be boosting morale on the city wall?"

"Forget the damn wall."

"These, here." Tommen finally confirmed his position with the light of the covered oil lamp. "Mother, what are you going to do?"

"You don't need to know," Cersei looked at Tommen, then ordered Qyburn's creation, "Take my son away."

"No! I won't leave!" Tommen struggled. "I am the King of Baratheon. The king can't..." The child was stubborn. "Iron Guard! Iron Guard!"

Boros: "Your Majesty!"

Ser Meryn made no response.

"Come on, Tommen. You're a good boy, don't waste your precious time at a time like this."

"No, Queen! I am the King of House Baratheon!" Tommen yelled. "Ser Boros, take me back to the Red Keep. I want to the throne room. I want to the tower!"

Boros hesitated: "This"

Tommen demands, "Ser, where is the honor of the Kingsguard?"

Boros' face flushed: "Your Majesty." Cersei's face turned cold: "No! I have the final say here, Ser Meryn, if he dares to take a step forward, kill him!"

Marin hesitated for a moment and drew his sword.

Boros hesitated and did not dare to move forward. As the worst generation of Kingsguard, Boros was not a brave man.

"Your king gave you orders, but you did nothing! I am ashamed of you!" Tommen cursed. "You bring shame to the Iron Guard!"

"The King's Game ends here!"

"I'm not going anywhere! Let me go. Ah!" Tommen struggled and rolled off the stretcher. The wound that had just been bandaged opened and started bleeding.

The smell of blood filled the cellar.

Cersei moved closer uneasily: "No! My child, come, treat the wound!"

But at this moment, a hissing sound suddenly came from the cellar.

From the other end, the cellar door opened with a rumble. Strange blue eyes lit up from the other side of the door.

"Oh, no." The two men in white robes were startled. They raised their swords and took a half step back.

"No! No!" Cersei saw the eyes over there. "Kill them! Kill them!"

Four zombies rushed towards the corpse ghost on the other side of the door.

The two men in white robes were at a loss and did not dare to step forward.

Coben approached in panic: "Queen, this road is blocked, what should we do?"

Cersei was going crazy: "You two fools! Come here to protect the king! It's all your fault! It's all your fault!"

Tommen endured the severe pain from his wound and hissed, "Take me back to the Red Keep!"

At this time, Coben said: "We must stop the bleeding first. If this continues, His Majesty will bleed to death."

Tommen still said the same thing: "Take me back to the Red Keep!"

"Roar!"

The four zombies were quickly overwhelmed by a dozen zombies.

The wights have already rushed towards Cersei and the others.

Cersei was already confused by this.

Ser Meryn stepped forward, sword drawn.

At this moment, Boros suddenly jumped up, picked up Tommen and fled along the road.

Marin Tran had already joined the battle, and seeing this he could only curse: "Shit, coward!"

Cersei had never experienced this before and was at a loss. It was Qyburn who grabbed her and they ran away.

The White Robe Guard Merin Trant was soon also overwhelmed by the tide of zombies.

But the group of ghouls were in no hurry to chase. Instead, they used the corpses to extinguish the torches, and then began to move the wildfire cans stacked underground, allowing the escaping humans to leave the cellar.

King Tommen's blood was shed all the way.

By the time he escaped back to the throne room, the boy king's face was as white as milk.

James is here.

"what happened?"

Boros said in panic, "Ser Jaime, a tide of zombies is coming in from the cellars of the Red Keep."

Jaime shouted, "I'm asking you, Tommen!" He looked at Tommen's face, then looked down at the king, whose gold-embroidered robe was soaked with blood.

"Ser Jaime!" The boy king's voice was already weak. "You are the captain of my Iron Guard. I want to know if you still have the honor of the Iron Guard in you?" The boy had lost too much blood, and his eyes were blurry. He was dying. But he still shouted the command in a hoarse voice, "Come here and help me to the Iron Throne."

James felt mixed emotions for a moment. He stepped forward to help him up, walked up the steps to the throne, and placed him on the throne. He couldn't help but say sadly: "Child."

"Child?" Tears suddenly welled up in the boy's eyes. "Don't call me that, Ser Jaime. I am the King of Baratheon. You should call me 'Your Majesty'."

James' heart suddenly felt like it was pierced by needles, and it hurt so much, but he nodded: "Your Majesty."

The boy's face was filled with unstoppable tears. He took a long breath and asked in a hoarse voice, "King's Landing has been lost, hasn't it?" He murmured, "Did I do something wrong?"

James' throat was dry, and he answered very seriously: "It's not your fault, Your Majesty." His voice became hoarse, and the corners of his eyes were red. "It's not your fault. You have done very well."

The boy's eyes gradually lost focus, and he murmured, "Really?"

James sniffled, trying to stay calm as he replied, "Yes."

The boy paused for a long moment, then said, "Ser Jaime, I. I. am so tired."

After saying this, the boy's body collapsed on the throne, his hands hanging down weakly.

James held the boy's hands tightly, as if trying to save something, but he could only shed tears silently.

"No!!!" Cersei screamed in the throne room, "No, what happened to my child? What did you do to my child!" She screamed loudly, using her hands and feet to run to the ugly iron chair. "No, no, no, no," Cersei screamed, "Father, Mother, save him, save him, he is still a child, he is just a child"

"It's you!" Suddenly, Cersei's vicious green eyes looked at Boros who was at a loss under the throne, "It's you! Kill him! Kill him!"

Seeing that Jaime didn't move, Cersei pushed him towards him and said, "Go kill him! Go kill him!" But Jaime was under emotional repression, and his muscles were tense. After Cersei pushed him, he almost fell to the ground.

Cersei howled in extreme grief and anger: "You are also a murderer! You are all murderers!"

She went crazy, and with shaking hands she pulled out a sharp dagger from her waist. She was panicked, angry, and anxious, and her hands were shaking so badly that she could barely hold the dagger, and rushed towards Boros with a thud.

"Your Majesty." Boros' eyes widened and his hand subconsciously reached for the sword at his waist.

But Cersei showed no fear, tears streaming down her face like poison.

For some unknown reason, Boros, who was afraid of death, did not draw his sword in the end.

Cersei's blade penetrated the Iron Guard's neck. The first strike was poorly executed, but it was followed by a second and a third.

Ser Boros muttered something that no one could hear, and then collapsed.

Cersei was still stabbing the air numbly. The blood gushing from Boros' neck dyed her golden hair, her face, and her green clothes red. The hot blood dripped into her mouth and flowed down her arms and fingers.

"You!" She looked numbly at Cobain who was still calm beside her, "You have a way, right? I know. Save him, save my son."

"Your Majesty, this..."

Cersei screamed, "Save him!"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Upon hearing this, Coben bowed his head respectfully and walked towards the throne.

Jaime stood in front of Tommen: "What are you going to do?"

"Ser Jaime," Qyburn said calmly, "Please let me explain to you. According to the witchcraft records of the Asshai people, people have souls. I can give you the soul of His Majesty Tommen--"

Jaime looked at Qyburn and couldn't help but feel horrified. He knew the madness inside him, and he also knew about Cersei's... Guards: "You can't touch him!"

"Sir Jaime, if you had seen the academic texts that Dr. Marwyn brought back from Asshai, you would know that death is not the end." Qyburn and Marwyn were not close friends, but he was obsessed with the theory of the soul, so he secretly read some taboo knowledge from various channels in the Citadel, and only then did he read Marwyn's theory. The knowledge brought from Asshai fascinated Qyburn, and from then on he only recognized and respected Dr. Marwyn.

But Qyburn is essentially a crazy academic lunatic, with no morals or humanity. Later, he was stripped of his bachelor's necklace and title by the Citadel because he conducted some unethical live experiments and studied necromancy. Later, this academic lunatic joined the Brave Order, and the reason he stayed in the Brave Order was because he was allowed to use ordinary people for live experiments. Later, because he helped Jaime heal his broken limbs, Qyburn followed Jaime to King's Landing and met Cersei. The reason why he was loyal to Cersei was that Cersei spared no effort to provide him with research samples, some of which even included nobles and knights.
Jaime stopped Qyburn, but looked at Cersei: "Are you crazy, Cersei, let him rest in peace!"

"No!" Cersei screamed heartbreakingly, "He's just asleep, leave! Since you have already abandoned us mother and son, it is none of your business what I do now!"

"I will never allow anyone to desecrate this child's body!"

Cersei screamed frantically: "Corpse? No! You're talking nonsense! Qyburn, leave him alone!"

Cobain stepped forward.

James drew his sword. "Take another step closer, wizard, and I will kill you."

At this moment, a loud bang was heard from the Red Castle.

The floor of the throne room shook like the surface of the sea.

"Oh no! Someone lit the wildfire we planted," Cobain exclaimed.

This was not unexpected. With the dead swarming the Red Keep, some smart people would think of the cellars. Unfortunately, while this was happening in the throne room, a group of people entered the cellars with torches and ignited some of the buried wildfires.

Cersei was swaying. She no longer cared about what was happening outside. She just stood in front of Jaime and said, "Get out of the way!"

"Don't push me, Cersei."

Cersei became furious and raised her dagger to stab Jaime's left sword-holding arm.

James didn't hide.

Scarlet blood instantly flowed down his left arm.

Jaime's hand was still tightly grasping the sword, and he looked at Cersei with wide eyes and disbelief.

Cersei yells, "Qyburn!"

The mad wizard stepped forward.

There was a flash of white light.

James still maintained a look of shock, but the sword in his left hand had already pierced Coburn through. He said that if he took another step forward, he would kill Coburn.

Cersei collapsed at that moment: "What have you done!"

The frantic mother kept stabbing the blade into James' left arm.

With a clang, the sharp sword fell to the ground.

James didn't dodge or avoid.

From the wound on his left hand, blood flowed through his wrist, soaked into his long sleeves, and crawled into his arm and fingers like red worms.

His arm ached, but it was his heart that hurt the most.

Cersei suddenly laughed, laughing wildly: "Hahaha, stupid, stupid! Jaime, you, Robert, all of you, are stupid! Why am I like this, why am I a woman, I should be the lion of Lannister, I should be my father's only heir! Don't you think I betrayed our love? Jaime, the love between us has always been that I only love myself, not you.

You should have tits and go crazy for bullshit love, I should be the one with a dick. You know what? Every time I make love with you, I think this way, your body should be mine, it's mine! I am you, you are me. I say this every time, this is what I really mean, fucking you is like masturbating.

"Go to hell, Jaime, you stupid idiot! You should be a woman, you should be in my body, you are as fussy as a woman, you are as desperate for love as a woman, you have no brains! Go to hell with your honor, go to hell with your regicide, go to hell with your love. Who are you showing this to now? How ugly!"

Cersei's face was filled with grief. She stroked Jaime's face, which was shocked by her words, and cried with great care, "Why is this body not mine?" As she spoke, she pushed Jaime to the steps of the throne, began to strip off his clothes, and stretched out her bloody hands to take out his penis. "Let me feel complete! Let my body and soul merge into one! Give my body back to me!"

Jaime began to believe that Cersei had gone completely crazy. He stretched out his hand to block himself and stopped her with the golden arm on his broken right hand: "You are crazy!"

Cersei struggled with him with both hands. "Fuck you, idiot! Give me back my body! Give it back to me!"

James subconsciously stopped her thrashing and put his golden arm against her throat.

Cersei didn't care: "Give it back to me! Give my body back to me!"

Jaime's eyes were filled with hot tears, and his resolute face was covered with tears. "Don't force me, Cersei, don't force me."

Seeing his appearance, Cersei cursed loudly: "You fool, your cowardly soul has tainted my strong body!"

"do not talk!"

Cersei's words pierced through Jaime's heart, causing him to lose his voice due to the pain. He pushed forward with more force. It was hard to tell whether Cersei's words were true or not, but he already had the answer in his heart. Cersei's words were probably true. Her love for Jaime was a distorted self-identification, not the kind of "love" that Jaime thought. Cersei didn't love him at all, she only loved his twin body, because Cersei thought it was another body of hers, and Jaime's body allowed her to feel the completeness of her soul and body.

What about Jaime's crazy love for Cersei over the past few decades?
The person he has been jealous of all this time is actually "Cersei", and he has never received Cersei's love at all?
He tried to find a little love in Cersei's eyes to tell himself that it was a lie, but all he saw was hatred and anger.

"Don't look at me like that. Don't look at me like that. Don't!"

Hatred always grows from love. Jaime didn't want to see Cersei's cruel eyes, and he had an urge to kill Cersei.

The strength of my arm gradually increased, and my other hand was raised unconsciously.

The flames of King's Landing were burning, and the wildfires of the Red Keep were bursting. Outside, there was a rumbling, screaming and chaos.

But the people in the throne room, entangled in love and hate, had no time to think about what was happening outside.

Ashes, floating under the sky of King's Landing.

(End of this chapter)