The King's living room, located in the Red Keep's Megar Building, was richly decorated and brightly decorated, and at this moment, King Joffrey, with his brilliant blond hair, was smiling at the floor-to-ceiling mirror presented by a certain Ritch, while two maids were busy beside him, combing His Majesty's cumbersome costume.

His Majesty the Young King, dressed in a sparkling crown of golden antlers, matched his blonde hair, and wore a knee-length scarlet robe with silver, which perfectly showed off his "slender" figure.

Dressed in neat black trousers and gold-striped boots. After the whole was dressed, he wore a black-edged flaming red silk coat that was not so much solemn as it was cool, embroidered with a leaping stag and a roaring lion, the overall color was gorgeous, and his handsome appearance was particularly conspicuous.

The young King was so pleased with the outfit that he couldn't wait to show it in front of everyone in King's Landing.

It's just that when he came downstairs in this dress, all he got was a frown.

"The king is both dignified and majestic, but look at what you are dressed now?" A beautiful woman with curly hair and blue eyes said with a disgruntled eyebrow.

"What? Isn't this outfit bad? I think it's a good fit. King Joffrey brushed his clothes and grinned in response to his mother.

"If I were you, I'd replace it while there's still a little time." The woman said.

This seemed to displease the young king, and he said, "You are not me, I am the king, and I will wear whatever I like." ”

"I'm your mother."

"The King's Mother?"

The atmosphere was a little frozen, and in this bright hall, the mother and son looked at each other and were speechless for a while.

Staring, Joffrey finally shifted his gaze a little unnaturally, looked at a tall knight who was quietly coming to his side, and said with a grin: "Good dog, my clothes are very suitable, don't you say?" ”

"You are the king." The knight in the dog-headed helmet replied briefly. Joffrey glanced triumphantly at his mother.

Seeing this, she sighed, she didn't want to get too stiff with her son, so she said helplessly: "Okay, the king should have a certain amount of freedom, maybe I shouldn't care about you, it doesn't matter." ”

As she spoke, she added: "But today's trial must not go wrong, after Stark confesses, you will pronounce a sentence to deprive him of all rights and status, let him join the Black Robe Army, and never participate in the internal affairs of the Seven Kingdoms." ”

"Do you remember all the lines?"

"Of course, Maester Paisher said it was his best work, but I don't think it's good, maybe I should cut it short."

The two walked as they spoke, followed by a group of knights in plate armor who were firmly protected, and finally they got into a carriage.

The carriage left the Maigar Tower, departed from the main entrance of the Red Keep, and headed for the Visennian Hills of King's Landing, where the trial was about to take place at St. Baylor's Cathedral.

The other carriage had been waiting at the door for a long time, and inside the prisoner's carriage, Ed, who had a shaved head. Stark was leaning his head down against the wooden railing of the cart, not knowing what to think about it.

"He's like a clown." When he saw the man from the window, the young king said with disdain, "A lame man is trying to escape from King's Landing? What a ridiculous show. ”

"The Joker is ridiculous, but we should pay attention to how he escaped," Cersei said as if she had thought of something, her face a little unnatural.

"Sir Marlin has examined all the dead bodies, but has not found the young man you have ever seen, and perhaps we should hire a clever painter to paint him and make him wanted in the city."

"And that diary, even if it doesn't contain dark witchcraft, it's amazing just by looking at the material, it's a unique kind of paper, thin and soft, completely different from parchment."

Hearing her mention the diary, King Joffrey, who was already absent-minded, couldn't help but feel refreshed, and he asked with great interest, "How is the bachelor's research?" ”

"We don't have a clue, it's not any kind of writing we know." Queen Cersei replied.

"What's the use of having a bachelor if we all know?" When Joffrey heard this, his face was slightly impatient and said, "I said that he is old enough, once I went to attend the imperial meeting, he actually asked me to wait!" Want a king and wait!? Who does he think he is? ”

"We should consider a different one."

"It's not a smart move for you to just remove Barristan and then another scholar."

"I'm the king, and I'm in charge."

"The king should be humble enough to accept advice." Cersei said earnestly.

"You also have to have your own opinions." Joffrey said, "When my father was still around, he never listened to you. ”

"So he's dead."

"It was just a mistake"

"One mistake is fatal, and I tried to persuade him at the time, and you saw it."

"I said, it was just a mistake!"

The young king's words of implicit anger were very loud, and the voice could be heard clearly through the carriage, and the guards outside the carriage all looked strange, but they all pretended not to hear.

Inside the carriage, the relaxed atmosphere became very solemn again, and for a while, Joffrey averted his mother's gaze: "I don't like to drink." ”

"You'd better be like this, except when you win over the lords of various places, you can't drink as much as possible," seeing that he relented, Cersei showed a satisfied smile: "Also, you can't beat your fiancée, this is something that even the gods despise." ”

"Of course, I never hit Sansa."

In response, he remained silent for the rest of the day, and Cersei repeated all sorts of things, leaving the young king impatient.

His good mood seemed to disappear unconsciously.

However, when he got out of the carriage and came to the high platform in front of the church of St. Belle, the countless voices of the crowd shouting for the king made him gradually excited, and he walked on the stairs leading to the high platform with the exquisite long sword at his waist, and a feeling of being above ten thousand people arose.

"Look, I'm the king!"

Standing in the middle of the platform and waving downward, he turned his head to glance at his mother, only to find that she had already whispered something to a long-haired red girl, and had not paid any attention to it, much to Joffrey's inexplicable displeasure.

"That slut!"

He cursed, his right elbow still aching.

……

The crowded square was black, and countless noisy discussions continued, like a swarm of flies buzzing and shouting.

There was talk of what the church bell was calling the people for, and some of the well-informed began to spread the word among the crowd, while more kept looking at the high platform ahead of them at the head of the noble kingdom.

In this case, the taciturn Ed. Stark was shoved up, and the knight in front of him cleared the way, escorting him to the high platform through the side stairs, where he was subjected to numerous abuses and hostilities along the way.

He had shaved his hair and hung up his beard after escaping, so he would be largely unrecognizable, but after a moment of silence on the high platform, he made his identity clear as soon as he spoke.

"I'm Ed. Stark, Duke of Winterfell, and former Prime Minister. ”

Listening to his words, the crowd gradually quieted down, and the eyes of many nobles on the high platform also converged on his face. Disdain, helplessness, overlook, joy, malice......

Ed, on the other hand, seemed to have made up his mind, and after the first sentence came out, the louder he spoke, the louder he became: "Today, I am here to confess my treason in front of the gods of heaven and mortals on earth. ”

The square fell silent, and tens of thousands of eyes were fixed on the only person who spoke on the high platform, and no one made a noise at this time, so that the words of the big bald head were basically heard by everyone.

"I have betrayed my king, my dear friend, Robert. I betrayed his trust and trust,"

The voice that should have been calm seemed to tremble at this time: "I swore to protect his child, but when his bones were still cold, I plotted to depose and kill his son and establish myself as king." ”

If you are closer, it is not difficult to see that there is a flash of pain in his expression, but his words do not stop, but become more and more urgent under the gaze of countless eyes: "Now, please the archbishop, the 'beloved of God' Baylor, and the Most High Seven Gods bear witness to the truth of what I have said: Joffrey. Baratheon is the sole rightful heir to the Iron Throne, and in the name of the Seven Heavenly Gods, he is the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and the guardian of all realms. ”

As the voice fell, he bowed his head, and after a moment of silence in the crowd, he burst into angry shouts.

"Traitor, damn it!"

"How can you commit such a shameless act!"

"Kill him, kill him, kill him!"

The crowd roared in indignation, and someone even threw a stone out of the crowd and slammed it into Stark's bald head.

Seeing this, the guards hurried to stop them, but this inevitably affected them, and countless stones smashed their helmets to the ground, and the plate armor on their bodies made a continuous sound like raindrops.

Seeing this, the archbishop of the church, at the signal of the Queen Mother Cersei, hurriedly began the next process of the trial.

He knelt before the young king and his mother, and chanted in a deep, deep voice: "Because we sin, we suffer,"

The archbishop's voice was not too conspicuous in the midst of his anger, but because of his high position and his behavior at this time, the crowd in the square gradually subsided.

"This man confessed his sins in this holy place in the presence of the gods of heaven and mortals on earth." As he spoke, he raised his hands and shouted: "The gods of heaven are just, but the 'blessed of God' Baylor has taught us that they are also merciful. Your Majesty the King,"

As he spoke, the fat bishop looked up at the young king with dazzling blond hair and gorgeous clothes: "Excuse me, what should we do with this traitor?" ”

The voice fell, and the crowd erupted into countless sharp shouts:

"Kill him, kill him, kill him!"

"Cut off his head!"

"Traitors are unforgivable, traitors deserve to die!"

……

The shouts of the crowd made the young King Joffrey's face redden, and his hand holding the hilt of his sword couldn't help but open and close, and he stood in front of tens of thousands of people, and a sense of control of the world arose.

He is about to make his first important decision in his reign, to adjudicate a rebellious lord in front of all his people!

Thinking of my mother's annoying advice before I came, and then looking at the countless angry people below.

Thinking back to the cheers of the people when he first appeared, and thinking about the time when he was a prince, his bitch daughter let the dog bite him and embarrassed him, and the later verdict when Ed. Stark's cold and dismissive tone, and his recent attempt to overturn his own shocking crimes......

King Joffrey understood what he had to do.

"I am the king, and the king is responsible for his people."

He said this to himself, resolutely forgetting his mother's advice, raised his hand to signal silence below, and then shouted: "My mother urged me to make Duke Ed wear black, and Miss Sansa has interceded for her father many times. ”

After speaking, he turned his head to look at the girl with long red hair, and showed a malicious smile: "That's their weak women's hearts. As long as I am king one day, treason will be punished severely! ”

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at an old knight not far away, and decisively ordered, "Sir Ealing, cut off his head for me!" ”

The king's decision caused many people in the square to cheer, and under the gaze of everyone, the armored knight named Ilyin put on a black hood to represent the executioner, and then walked silently to Eddard, who had been pressed to the ground by the soldiers. Stark.

An attendant stood at his side, and the knight stepped up to him, drew a broad sword from the scabbard held by the attendant, and began to wipe it.

Under the louder cheers of the people, under the excited and even distorted expression of King Joffrey, and under the anxious but helpless salvation of many sane people on the high platform, the situation was about to unfold to the craziest situation.

"Stop!" Faintly, a shout appeared, but it was drowned in the noisy environment of the crowd, and the splashes fell silent.

After wiping slightly, the knight held the sword in both hands, took a deep breath, and began the final preparations.

"Stop, or I'll kill the Queen Mother!" A louder shout appeared, and a young figure climbed onto the stone statue of St. Belle in the center of the square, roaring, and raising a ridiculous humanoid puppet in his hand.

This time his voice was not masked.

In the chaos, with Cersei covering her face and screaming in pain on the stage, the executioner who raised the long sword couldn't help but stop.