Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire.

Chapter 282 Entering the City
At dusk, the evening bell rang.

All things are resting from their work, and civilians are packing up their stalls and closing their shops, preparing to go home.

The servants of the Red Castle were busy. Normally at this time, they would prepare to help the royal family bathe and change clothes, clean the rooms and wait for them to go to bed. But at this time, their work might be even busier, because the ringing of the bells in the cathedral and the Red Castle at this time meant more than just telling time.

The bell sounds continuously, ringing several times in a row.

The cathedral also responded by ringing the huge bell in front of the statue of Baylor I.

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

However, the person they were secretly looking at was not the legendary knight Barristan, but Jaime Lannister, who was kneeling before him, silently seeking judgment.

The name "King Killer" flashed through the minds of others, but it was just as fleeting as walking.

"Parricide".
This is louder.

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

"I" Barristan felt like a strangler's poison was forced into his mouth, he had nothing to say, he was speechless.

Aerys the Mad King, King Robert, Prince Tommen, Queen Mother Cersei.
During his long tenure as Kingsguard, royal family members were murdered one after another.

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

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

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

"or."

He turned his head again and looked at James deeply.

Jaime nodded slightly; he knew what Ser Barristan was referring to.

He wished he had ended his life.

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

Barristan didn't say anything, just sighed lightly, didn't look back, and left.

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

The dusk is dim but warm, grand and cozy.

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

I won't die yet, Jaime thought, and he thought of Tyrion, and Ros, and the wildfire issue.

Before the time came, James whispered to the sunlight, talking to the god of death.

The bells stopped ringing, and a falcon hovered over King's Landing, uttering eagle cries. The loud sound echoed, and it flew alone into the sunset that enveloped everything.

At the same time, outside King's Landing, the golden-robed men of the Gate of the Gods stared blankly at the long team in the distance. When they saw the crescent-moon-falcon flag fluttering in the wind, they stood up and beat the drums.

"Boom boom boom!"

The city gates were wide open, and the valley cavalry filed in, while the infantry quickly cleared a path, occupying both sides of the road, with spears erect and their eyes staring straight at the houses along the street.

Anda Royce, who was camped in the royal territory, pulled out a team of more than a thousand men from the military camp to escort the Duke into the capital, while Attis himself was already in the carriage, the body of the carriage was shaking, he closed his eyes and remained silent, enduring this city filled with stench.

He still remembered that he had said that King's Landing was beautiful, but now it seemed 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 slowly moved forward. "Duke Artis," Robert shouted beside the carriage, "The king did not respond to your request for an audience."

Attis nodded slightly. He had already been informed of the king's abnormal behavior through the message from the Golden Eagle. This actually made him more eager to enter the Red Castle. He understood the principle that delay would lead to changes.

Robert coughed slightly and handed a note into the carriage.

There was a passage in the Common Language of Westeros scrawled on it, and a delicate golden wax seal with an eagle was pressed on the lower right corner of the paper.

This is the style of the Golden Eagle, Artis thought. All his actions are full of ritual. Even a note must reflect his style, which is flamboyant but never flamboyant.

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

Attis sighed softly, his face expressionless. He drew aside the curtain and said to Robert:
"The king's army can set out now. Tell your brother Anda that the city gates have been run by the Lannisters for too many years and it is time to replace them."

Robert whispered yes, turned his horse around and galloped towards the back of the convoy.

Attis glanced around and saw that the street through which the army could pass was gradually narrowing. Civilians along the way were packing up their stalls and closing their shops, but their curiosity prompted them to stretch their necks to see where this army came from.

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

Except for the small number of merchants and mercenaries in the city, as well as those who often traveled abroad, everyone knew that the Valley Cavalry Raid 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 of interpretation.

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

It's time to change, and Attis makes no secret of his ambition.

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

The Kingsguard were waiting in front, and Queen Margaery was standing at the gate of the Red Keep with the rose emblem of House Tyrell embroidered on her chest.

Ser Barristan Selmy stood beside the queen, and Ser Mandon Moore of the Vale, and Ser Balon Swann, who had once lost the archery match to Anggai.

Artis got off the carriage, approached Margaret, and nodded slightly.

"Your Majesty, my servant Artis Arryn has come to King's Landing to take up his duties. He will preside over the small council and attend Lord Tywin's funeral."

Margaery held out her hand. "You have worked hard. Your Majesty and I have been looking forward to having you 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 any panic in her eyes, "The king is ill and is resting."

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

Margaery rubbed her fingers together and gently clenched her fists, a smile on her face, "Everything will go as planned. With you as the Hand of the King, all will go well in Westeros."

"I hope so."

Artis stopped talking and just bowed his head slightly. "Although the king is ill, I am afraid I still have important matters to complete in King's Landing."

"What?" Margaret blurted out. She was actually very nervous at the moment. Without her smart brothers by her side and her grandmother not around, it was too difficult for her to handle it alone.
"I'm afraid this matter should not be reported to the king, and naturally the queen doesn't need to know about it. She just needs to know that this is a good thing that benefits the country and the people. After all, everything is supported by the Royal Conference." Attis chuckled, said hello to Barristan and the other Kingsguards, and walked into the Red Castle.

Just in time, Margaery thought, smiling, there are still a lot of difficult matters in the Red Keep that need your attention.

The valley soldiers behind him poured in one after another in order, and the crescent falcon flag blocked the setting sun, leaving shadows on the ground.

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

(End of this chapter)