"So, someone has to step up and close the door again." Ser Jaime once again interrupted Lord Tywin's words.
He rose from his chair: "Father, I'm tired of people's gossip, and I don't want to add another worry. Besides, I didn't choose to be the lord commander of the kingsguard myself, but since the task has fallen to me, I have a responsibility…"
"You certainly have a responsibility!" Lord Tywin also stood up.
His eyes were fixed on Jaime: "You are born with responsibility to Lannister. You were once the heir to Casterly Rock, and you should be so in the future!"
After a pause, Lord Tywin suppressed his anger and added, "I have decided to entrust Tommen to your tutelage, to be your squire and foster son. I do not want his mother to spoil him. Once he learns how to be a true Lannister at Casterly Rock, and once he comes of age, I will have him inherit Storm's End."
He extended a hand, grasping Ser Jaime's shoulder, and said, "My son, it is time for you to marry. Your marriage is very important to Lannister, and House Tyrell to us…"
Ser Jaime took a step back, and Lord Tywin's hand in mid-air flexed… and was placed behind his back.
Ser Jaime shook his head: "No, I will not marry, nor do I want your Casterly Rock!"
Lord Tywin suddenly shouted loudly, "You are my son!"
Ser Jaime did not back down. He raised his voice and said, "I am a Kingsguard! I am the lord commander of the kingsguard! This is the meaning of my life!"
The fire in the fireplace shone on Lord Tywin's sturdy golden beard, reflecting golden light and highlighting his angry face.
Ser Jaime's expression was exceptionally firm. A blue vein bulged on Lord Tywin's neck, but he did not speak.
Tension and silence continued.
After an unknown period, Ser Jaime looked at his father, and a sense of apology gradually grew in his heart. He murmured, "Father…"
"You are not my son."
Lord Tywin turned his back to Ser Jaime and said coldly, "You say you are the lord commander of the kingsguard, and that is the meaning of your life. Very well, Ser, I will no longer delay you from fulfilling your duties. Please leave."
…Night fell, and stars twinkled in the sky.
Inside the Queen's Ballroom in Maegors Holdfast, candles filled every corner, their light reflecting on the ornate tapestries on the walls and the exquisite carvings on the ceiling.
The candlelight flickered, making it as bright as day.
On the dining tables, fresh fruits and delicate desserts were arranged on silver platters. Various delicacies and fine wines filled the air with their aroma.
Men and women attending the banquet wore various splendid gowns, scattered in small groups, conversing. Waiters and Attendants moved silently through the crowd.
Soft melodies drifted from the gallery, adding an elegant atmosphere to the banquet.
Amidst the joyful atmosphere, one of Queen Cersei's Attendants was cornered by Lord Greene in a corner of the hall.
Laughter and music intertwined in the air, but here, there were also sounds of crying and pleading.
"Lord Greene, please… I will die…"
The Attendant wore a low-cut Maegors Holdfast Attendant dress. Lord Greene lightly tossed a money bag, which slid perfectly into the Attendant's cleavage (Chapter 142).
"The Red Keep has no secrets, Attendant Mira."
"I really will die… Please, have mercy… My Lord…"
"I must remind you, your behavior can easily attract attention."
Greene leaned against the wall, looking down at the Attendant cowering in the corner, and said, "You don't have much time."
Attendant Mira trembled and said, "Lord Greene, I actually don't know…"
Lord Greene's eyes widened: "You dare to deceive a noble?"
Attendant Mira immediately shivered. She wanted to cry, but dared not. She regretted it now, for not resisting the temptation and accidentally letting slip something in front of Count Green.
"I'll tell… I, I, I'll tell…"
After listening, Greene confirmed again: "On the day the High Septon passed away, you saw the guard named Osney secretly enter the Queen Regent's bedchamber?"
Attendant Mira nodded tremblingly, and then… tears still welled up in her eyes.
Greene asked for details: "How long did he stay… did you notice anything else unusual…"
After the "interrogation" was complete, Greene patted the terrified Attendant Mira with satisfaction: "Very good. I heard your fiancé is in the Gold Cloaks patrol…"
Finally, Lord Greene's generosity made Attendant Mira leave happily, walking with a spring in her step.
Greene naturally came to the table and picked up a silver wine glass. He shifted his body slightly; because it was a banquet, although he was in the Red Keep, he was not wearing his ancestral plate armor, which made him very unaccustomed.
Not long after, someone sang loudly: "Welcome! To Queen Cersei, Queen Regent, Protector of the Realm, of Lannister… honor!"
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