Lynn looked at the lioness, cornered and revealing her last claws with the most frantic posture.
Dare to threaten him?
It seemed his 'training' wasn't successful enough.
Lynn chuckled softly, then picked up the wine glass on the table, gently swirling the amber liquid within.
He was angrier than anyone right now!
But he couldn't show it.
This indifferent posture would enrage Cersei more than any rebuttal.
Indeed.
Upon seeing Lynn's nonchalant attitude, Cersei completely lost her composure.
"Do you really think I can't do it?"
Cersei's voice rose, tinged with a hint of hysteria.
"Do you think the Lannister's fury is just an empty roar?"
"No, of course I believe you can do it."
Lynn finally spoke.
He put down the wine glass, his gaze falling on Cersei's beautiful face, contorted with rage.
"Because your trump card won't just burn me alone."
Cersei's breathing hitched.
"Those 'little gifts' left by Mad King Aerys, are indeed a nice surprise."
The smile on Lynn's lips sent a chilling sensation through Cersei.
"Those small green ceramic pots hidden beneath the Great Sept of Baelor, hidden in the ruins of the Dragonpit, hidden in the dirty cellars of Flea Bottom..."
With each word Lynn spoke, Cersei's face grew paler.
How did he know?!
This was her biggest secret!
It was her ultimate trump card, which allowed her to challenge everyone, and even dare to oppose all of Westeros after Robert's death!
This was her unique, insane plan!
Wildfire!
A green, viscous liquid magical incendiary.
It ignites on contact with fire, cannot be extinguished by water, and can even burn on water.
It has strong adhesion, capable of penetrating clothing, wood, leather, and even steel!
It was secretly produced by the Alchemists' Guild using magical processes.
It was usually stored in rough ceramic pots, kept in waterlogged or sand-filled stone cellars to ensure safety.
Even vibrations or exposure to sunlight could cause the wildfire to spontaneously combust and explode!
Mad King Aerys Targaryen II, during the impending fall of King's Landing, planned to use wildfire buried throughout the city to reduce the entire city to ashes.
He declared that Robert Baratheon would be a king of ashes.
It was this mad act that prompted Jaime Lannister of the Kingsguard to kill him from behind, earning him the infamous title of "kingslayer."
Lynn thought of Cersei Lannister, who was later driven to desperation by the High Sparrow's faith.
Cersei ultimately used the wildfire buried beneath the Great Sept of Baelor.
The explosion destroyed the Sept and powerful political enemies within, such as the High Sparrow and Margaery Tyrell.
It also indirectly led to the suicide of her son, King Tommen Baratheon, allowing Cersei to ascend to the iron throne.
Cersei's trump card was indeed powerful, and it did pose a threat to Lynn.
However, it was still somewhat lacking.
Lynn possessed Greensight; if he truly allowed Cersei to take him down with her, he would become a complete joke.
"Igniting them would indeed turn King's Landing into a sea of fire."
Lynn stood up, walking towards Cersei step by step.
The oppressive aura emanating from him forced Cersei to involuntarily take a step back.
"But, my dear Queen, have you ever considered?"
"Wildfire has no eyes."
"It will burn down the The Red Keep, burn down your iron throne, burn down your beautiful silk gown."
"It will also burn your precious sleeping son, Tommen."
Lynn pinched Cersei's chin, his voice very low.
Like the whisper of a devil, every word precisely pierced Cersei's softest spot.
"By then, you will become the greatest woman in the history of the Seven Kingdoms."
"A queen ruling over half a million charred corpses and a ruin."
"Of course, that's assuming you yourself aren't burned by the green flames until not even a speck of bone remains."
"You..."
Cersei's mouth hung open, her eyes avoiding Lynn's direct gaze, somewhat evasive.
Her proudest trump card was effortlessly dismantled before Lynn.
Her weapon, capable of destroying everything, had instead become a noose around her own neck.
Lynn held her lifeline firmly in his grasp.
"So, stop threatening me in this ridiculous way, Cersei."
"You can control that wildfire, and I also have many people under me in King's Landing; I can also control those little toys."
"Then we'll see who blows whom up first."
Lynn's tone finally carried a hint of impatience.
This farce should end.
"You are not qualified to negotiate with me."
"Now, all you can do is pray."
"Pray that I will treat Myrcella well, pray that I will allow your little Tommen and Joffrey to live peacefully."
The words used to threaten Lynn were returned to her, unchanged.
Cersei's mind went blank.
All her pride, all her madness, all her calculations, were utterly shattered at this moment.
Her spirit collapsed with a crash.
In those green eyes, always so haughty, an emotion she was most unwilling to admit surfaced.
Fear.
She was afraid.
And she had lost.
She was once again completely controlled.
She looked at Lynn before her.
This young man from the North, whom she had initially not even considered important.
He was like the most cunning hunter, silently setting a trap.
Then... patiently waiting for her, this self-important lioness, to step into the trap, one step at a time.
Until she was completely trapped, with no room left to struggle... However, in this extreme fear and despair... a strange thought arose in her heart.
Robert's conquest was brutal, Jaime's conquest was tender.
But they had never, like this man before her, dared to trample her soul and dignity underfoot.
Yes.
When she learned of Lynn's return, she knew she couldn't threaten him.
But she foolishly presented herself and tried to deliberately provoke Lynn.
What was this if not masochism?
Was she intentionally trying to be violently humiliated by Lynn on the table?
Cersei shook her head, trying to banish this thought she was unwilling to admit.
No, it was all for Myrcella!
But none of that mattered anymore.
Now, in a moment of impulsiveness, she had come to attack Lynn, leading to this point.
What should she do now?
Beg for mercy?
No!
She was Cersei Lannister, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms!
She would never beg!
But... Myrcella... Tommen... Joffrey... She didn't want them to suffer because of her recklessness.
The problem still needed to be solved.
There was no way she could curse Lynn to his face and then expect him to forgive her.
Lynn wasn't a fool, and she knew Lynn never tolerated being taken advantage of.
In this suffocating silence, Cersei slowly bent her noble knees.
Yes.
She resigned herself to fate.
Since she couldn't resist, then... she would obediently admit her mistake... The long black silk skirt, like withered rose petals, spread out on the cold, hard stone floor.
Cersei knelt before Lynn once again.
The last time she knelt, it seemed to have drained all her strength and dignity.
This time, however, she felt it was no big deal.
She was merely enduring humiliation for the sake of survival.
This thought made her feel a little better.
Cersei took a deep breath, her head bowed low.
Her golden hair cascaded down like a waterfall, covering her now bloodless face.
Lynn said nothing, just watched quietly.
He watched the proudest woman in Westeros kneel at his feet like a devout worshipper.
Cersei looked up.
She could precisely catch the flicker of anger in Lynn's eyes.
Those green eyes, once filled with pride and disdain, now held only humiliated submission.
It was false to say Lynn wasn't angry.
Being sought out by this madwoman in the middle of the night and threatened to his face.
Anyone would be in a bad mood.
Lynn wasn't made of mud; everyone has a bit of a temper, right?
"My dear Queen."
Lynn looked down at Cersei before him.
"Do you think kneeling will appease my anger?"
"I am not Joffrey, to be dismissed with a few words."
"Right now... I am truly very angry!"
Cersei looked at Lynn, her lips moving.
"Then tell me what to do."
Lynn chuckled softly, pinching Cersei's chin.
"Very simple, something the Queen should find easy to do."
"Then, my most respected Queen, please..."
"Appease my anger with your own mouth."
Finally, under Lynn's indifferent gaze.
Cersei extended her well-maintained, slender hands, which had once only held golden goblets and signed orders.
The crisp sound of metal buckles was particularly jarring in the dead silent room.
It also completely shattered her last shred of dignity.
Her golden hair, like the most beautiful silk.
In the room, there was no sound at all.
Lynn could smell the expensive rose balm from Cersei's hair.
He could also see her ears, flushed red with humiliation.
Conquering a woman's body is far less interesting than conquering her soul.
Especially when that soul belongs to the proud Cersei Lannister.
Every time Lynn saw Cersei's arrogant, condescending bitchy demeanor, an inexplicable urge to utterly destroy her arose in his heart.
Thinking of this, Lynn roughly grabbed Cersei's golden hair... In the adjacent room.
Myrcella lay on the soft bed, unable to sleep for a long time.
She felt she had experienced more in these few short months than in the past dozen years combined.
She was a little tired, yet she felt an unprecedented clarity.
As she tossed and turned.
A strange sound.
It faintly drifted from next door.
That is, from Lynn's room.
The sound was very soft, very muffled.
It was like something rhythmically tapping the floor.
Thump... thump... thump... Or like someone suppressing their throat, emitting a painful whimper.
Myrcella frowned.
Hmm?
Was Lynn feeling unwell?
She strained her ears, but the sound disappeared again.
Myrcella's heart involuntarily tightened.
She recalled the terrifying legends she had heard about the The Red Keep in Winterfell.
They said the ghost of the Mad King roamed there, and wronged maidens cried.
Myrcella instinctively pulled the covers tighter around her, trying to block out the sounds.
But the sound, as if by magic, stubbornly drilled into her ears.
The sound wasn't terrifying.
It sounded like someone had vomited.
Myrcella's curiosity eventually overcame her fear.
She quietly pulled back the covers, her bare feet touching the cold floor.
Like a kitten, she crept silently, step by step, to the hidden door connecting the two rooms.
She gently pressed her ear against the cold door panel.
This time, she heard it more clearly.
It wasn't the crying of a ghost.
It was... Cersei's voice?
The voice was filled with... humiliation and pleading... she had never heard before?
Myrcella's body froze.
She instinctively peered through an already forgotten keyhole on the door, looking inside.
The visibility inside was very dim.
But Myrcella saw a vaguely familiar figure kneeling on the ground.
She had a waterfall of golden hair?
It was strikingly conspicuous even in the dimness!
She would never mistake it!
This was definitely the noble and beautiful Queen Cersei.
And in front of her stood a tall man.
Myrcella couldn't see his face.
Immediately after, she witnessed a scene that would haunt her forever.
Ah?
Myrcella's mind instantly went blank.
She abruptly clapped her hand over her mouth, preventing a gasp from escaping.
She was ice cold, as if plunged into an ice cellar.
What was she doing?
And who was that man?
Why was he in Lord Lynn's room?
What exactly were they doing?
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