Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire.

Chapter 285 Headless Lion

Light shone through the window frame, shining onto James' palm.

The golden hollow carvings also feature a lion's head with a bloody mouth and fangs showing off its might.

I'm afraid they will all have to be chiseled off and replaced. James looked at the palm of his hand, his mind filled with these irrelevant thoughts.

Just now he wanted to tell William that the wine bottles of Red Castle all had a smoky smell, and he didn't know when the flowers and trees next to his residence had been replaced with a new batch by the nosy people of the River Bay.

He wants the morning glory of the West, not the golden rose of the river bend.

He held a petal of morning glory in his hand. Jaime still remembered that the first one was picked for him by his mother from the cliffs of Casterly Rock.

Mother He just remembered that what he dreamed about recently was not Cersei, but his mother.

The face that smiled the guilt-inducing smile was her mother's sad smile, not Cersei's.

If she were still here, maybe the ending would be different.

"Sir, everything is sorted."

Jaime was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, turned around and saw the neatly arranged white robes and his unique Kingsguard armor on the table.

The gold trim is the symbol of Lannister, the white armor is the standard of the Kingsguard, and the flawless white robe.
He rolled up his white robe, smoothed the folds with his palm, and nodded.

"Give it to Ser Barristan for me, William." Jaime smiled at William, who also had Lannister blond hair, put down his white robe, put on plain clothes, and walked out of the house.

"I will help you find Lord Tywin's head," William Lannister murmured behind him.

James just smiled and walked out the door.

At least it was a wise choice not to live in the White Sword Tower and not have to face his sworn brothers.

The road from the palace to the dungeon was not long, only a dozen minutes. The maids on the road seemed to have cleared out, and only one gardener was still watering the flowers. When he saw him, he just nodded slightly and did not approach.

There were many small Lannister triangular flags hanging in the corridor, but the air was a bit heavy at the moment, and there was no wind, so the flags could not be seen swaying in unison.

Walking through the corridor and passing the bright garden, the blue-robed guards of the valley would occasionally glance at him through their visors, but no one really wanted to draw their swords to subdue him.

For the first time in history, Jaime laughed to himself, people were so tolerant and indifferent to a kinslayer.

Is this Cersei's problem or his? Jaime couldn't help but wonder.

He lowered his head and walked into the dungeon.

There were not many jailers, but there were many craftsmen and plasterers. Almost every wall had a craftsman tapping with a fine hammer, followed by a plasterer applying mud.

Cautiously enough, James walked down and found that the original entrance to the tunnel had been sealed, and several men in blue robes were chatting there.

The jailer walked up to him, nodded slightly, and led him to a prison with an open door. As soon as he turned around, the smell of foie gras mixed with juice rushed up from inside and swirled around his nose.

A table, two wine glasses, a wine bottle, and a whole chicken on a plate.

Tyrion was pulling chicken legs and mixing the sauce, savoring the aroma and wine.

Jaime was not surprised. He walked slowly into the prison. The jailer closed the door but did not lock it. After getting Tyrion's nod, he turned and left.

"Prime Minister, aren't you worried about my escape?"

Tyrion chewed the meat and mumbled, "This delicious chicken is in front of you. Eat a few pieces."

Jaime looked at his younger brother. The clothes he was wearing were low-key but definitely luxurious. The material of the crimson coat must have been very expensive. The golden lion of Lannister was embroidered on the lower right side of the front of the coat, which was exquisite and gorgeous.

"It's been good with Artis Arryn."

Tyrion nodded without hesitation. "Most people in the Vale are very proud, but they all respect God. Most people who respect God are not bad people."

James came over, sat at the table, tore off a piece of leg and stuffed it into his mouth.

Tyrion slowed down his chewing and looked at Jaime's face, the scar was still hideous.

"You can actually ask the maid to help you put on some makeup to cover up the scar."

"No need," Jaime shook his head, "A man who kills his king and his family does not need any cover-up. The Seven Gods will not give him the opportunity to be honored."

Tyrion sighed slightly, his heart trembled, and a trace of fear crept onto his face. He was not sure about Jaime's feelings before, but now Tyrion seemed to be able to feel that Jaime was consistent in his words and the calmness in his tone was also the calmness in his heart.

This... is not like Jaime. Tyrion swallowed the chicken nuggets dipped in sauce and was silent for a long time.

The silence was broken until James spoke.

"I heard he executed many people."

Tyrion knew he was referring to Attis. He coughed twice, trying to evade the question, "He who deserves it."

"When is my turn?" James asked after taking a sip of wine.

"Jaime." Tyrion's eyes widened, and he looked at his brother. "I think you can...can give an explanation." Tyrion couldn't sit still anymore, and leaned forward. "Cersei must want to do something. Is she in control of the wildfire? I said, she..."

"She's crazy," James interrupted.

Tyrion swallowed his words, clenched his hands into fists, and sat back down.

"Some small things," Tyrion held his forehead. "I have sent people to Flea Bottom to look for father. Ahem, father's head, it would be best if it could be brought back before the funeral." He took a deep breath, "and father's funeral will be held tomorrow, do you want to?"

Jaime and Tyrion looked at each other, and the latter closed his mouth again and stood up.

"I see," said Tyrion. "The Wall is a good place. White clothes are good enough to be replaced by black. We need men there."

As he reached out to push open the prison door, James' voice sounded again behind him.

"When will you return to Casterly Rock?"

Tyrion's hands froze in place, and he didn't turn his head. "Probably, when everything is settled."

He opened the door and walked out of the cell.

James stared at the plate of chicken in front of him. As he chewed, the taste in his mouth disappeared, as if a candle had broken into pieces under his teeth.

A tear slid down from the corner of her eye and fell into the wine glass, causing brief ripples.

James raised his glass and drank it all.

The monks paced around the seven-pointed star main hall of the temple. The silent sisters who served the Stranger gathered around the two corpses, with their heads lowered, and their faces could not be seen clearly under their cloaks.

The low hymns echoed in the huge main hall, and the voices were solemn and dignified.

"Prince, Lord Tywin's head has been found," Ange said to him, holding a black cloth in his hand.

Sister Jingmo walked forward, took the black cloth and spread it out in front of the coffin.

Bald and thin, these were the only features that Attis could recognize.

His eyeballs had disappeared and his face was covered in blood, making it impossible to tell whether it was Tywin.

There are two jokes in the two generations of Lannister, Artis thought to himself, the laughing lion and the headless lion.

Tyrion walked over slowly, crouched close to the head, frowned, and carefully identified it.

He forced a smile, stood up, and nodded to the Silent Sisters.

The latter walked up to Tywin's body without saying a word, removed the wooden head that had been used as a replacement, replaced it with the real head, took out needle and thread and scissors, and started mending the body.

"Will James come?"

Tyrion shook his head. "He won't come." He was silent for a moment before saying, "At least I went to see him, and I didn't feel like committing suicide."

"So," Tyrion raised his head and looked at Attis beside him, "I advised him to put on black clothes on his own initiative."

"A wise choice, he's a brave man."

"brave?"

"It is the bravest thing to choose to live at this moment." There was no emotion in Attis' words, but Tyrion heard comfort in them, comfort for himself.

He nodded and sighed, "Poor Lannister."

"The Great Wall needs more brave people like this." Attis said suddenly.

The two said nothing more, but just watched the silent sisters' sewing work.

(End of this chapter)