Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

  Chapter 456 Preemptive

  The choir finished singing, and all the nobles in the church stood up one after another.

   Tyrion Lannister looked for Roose Bolton again, but was surrounded by a group of mourners.

   Lady Anya Waywood kissed him on the cheek, the fat eldest son of the Earl of White Harbor gave him a fishy hug, a certain Frey was sycophanting Lannister, and Pyromancer Harlem assured him that when the remains of Lord Tywin returned from the city, brilliant fireworks would bloom over King's Landing—

   Tyrion was very suspicious of this. After all, King's Landing had been surrounded by Caesar's army, and it was not easy for the remains of Duke Tywin to return to Casterly Rock.

   But none of that matters now.

  Tyrion tried his best to get rid of this group of guys buzzing like flies, but he still couldn't find Roose Bolton.

  The Duke of the Dreadfort didn't come to the Hand of the King's memorial service.

   Did he realize something? Tyrion was a little taken aback by the man's alertness.

  At this moment Varys came over and whispered:

   "I have found Sister Stark, just waiting for your arrangement."

  Tyrion rolled his eyes:

   "Don't bother, Roose Bolton never came."

   "Didn't come?" Varys froze for a moment, then glanced around the crowd, only to find that the lord of the Dreadfort had indeed not come, "Did the news leak out? It's impossible..."

  Tyrion thought thoughtfully:

   "Perhaps Roose Bolton's toughness is all pretended, and he is probably the first to recognize the situation."

  Varys blinked, seeming to understand something.

   At this moment, a knight strode into the sanctuary, came to King Tommen, and reported:

   "Your Majesty, Lord Roose Bolton opened the west gate and led his army to surrender to Caesar."

  As soon as this remark came out, there was an uproar in the church.

  Various voices of discussion came and went.

  Facing the news like a thunderbolt from the blue, the little king seemed more bewildered than terrified.

  He subconsciously looked at his mother beside him, only to see that Cersei's face was extremely pale at this time, her body was trembling, and she could hardly stand still.

"Mother…"

   "Traitor!" Cersei finally squeezed out two words between her teeth, but she didn't know what to do next.

  The noises in her ears came like a tsunami, and she herself was fragile and helpless like a boat in the waves.

  Instinctively, she wanted to seek help from the Lannister family's Dinghaishenzhen, but suddenly realized that her father was dead.

  The sky of the Lannister family has fallen.

   "Lord Roose is still decisive." Varys sighed, "Now you have no gift for Caesar. Instead, Roose Bolton gave King's Landing as a gift."

  Tyrion smiled and didn't seem to care about it:

  "Roose Bolton is indeed decisive, but Caesar is not a three-year-old child. This gift may not bring him the return he wants."

   After speaking, Tyrion strode through the chaotic crowd, came to King Tommen, and said loudly:

   "Your Majesty, this war should also end. What do you think?"

   "I..." Tommen shrank his neck and said, "I don't want to fight either."

   "Okay, let's go outside the city to meet the Storm King."

   "You must not take my child!" Cersei suddenly took Tommen's hand.

   "He is not only your child, but also the Seven Kingdoms." Tyrion looked at his sister with warning eyes, "Of course, as the Queen Mother, you can also go out of the city with us to welcome him."

  You are a traitor too! Cersei cursed inwardly. But under Tyrion's gaze, she didn't dare to resist at all.

   "Okay." Cersei succumbed on the surface, but kept this hatred firmly in her heart.

   Tyrion smiled with satisfaction, took his nephew's little hand, and walked out.

  The nobles gave way one after another.

  When he reached the entrance of the main hall, Tyrion suddenly turned his head and said:

   "Who wants to meet the Storm King together?"

  After a brief silence, the nobles responded one after another:

   "I'll go with you!"

   "I am also willing to follow in His Majesty's footsteps."

   "Hahaha, I have admired the Storm King for a long time, of course I have to meet him."

  At this moment, everyone understands that Caesar's rule in King's Landing is an unstoppable trend.

   They don't even have the right to bargain.

   It would be too stupid to continue struggling.

   No matter how reluctant some people are, they can only leave the Cathedral of Baylor with the large army and head west.

  …

  In the camp outside the city, Samwell was having lunch with Earl Randyll Tarly when he heard the news that Roose Bolton had surrendered.

   "I didn't expect Roose Bolton to be one step faster than Tyrion Lannister."

   "Roose Bolton is very dangerous." Earl Randall commented.

  Samwell nodded silently.

  Of course he knew the danger of Roose Bolton.

   "However, now that he voluntarily surrenders, we don't want to touch him." Earl Randall put down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth, got up and said, "I'm going to rectify the army to prevent the opponent from cheating."

  Samwell felt that the opponents had reached this point, and they should not be able to play any tricks, but he did not stop his father. After all, it is always right to be cautious.

   "Okay." He nodded to his father, and then said to the messenger, "If Roose Bolton really surrenders sincerely, let him come to see me in person."

   "Yes, Your Majesty."

   Not long after the envoy left, and before Samwell had finished his lunch, he saw a middle-aged man entering the camp under the **** of his guards.

  This person wears a simple gray goose down coat with the flayer's coat of arms in pink printed on the chest. His eyes were pale, almost pure white, like milk.

   "It's an honor to meet you, Your Majesty Caesar. I am the Duke of Dreadfort, Guardian of the North, Roose Bolton." Duke Roose's voice was soft and soft.

   This was the first time that Samwell saw the lord of the Dreadfort, although in his heart, he had already "known him for a long time".

   I have to say that if Samwell hadn't known the true face of this person, Samwell might have thought that Roose Bolton was a gentle, old-fashioned gentleman.

   "Sit down, Lord Luce." Samwell smiled and pointed to the square table, "Have you had lunch yet?"

"not yet."

   "Then let's go together."

   "It's an honor." Roose Bolton sat down at the table.

  The servant brought a freshly roasted lamb chop and poured him a glass of brandy.

  Samwell asked while cutting the lamb chops on his dinner plate:

   "Tell me, Lord Luce, why did you surrender to me?"

  Duke Luce put a lamb chop into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it, and then said unhurriedly:

   "Your Majesty, although I am dull, I can also see that the Lannister family is over. We have already lost this war, and I never want to fight a war that is doomed to failure."