Traveling through Game of Thrones with the LOL system

The wedding between King's Landing and Highgarden was held lively in the hall of the Red Keep. At Tywin's invitation, most of the distinguished nobles from the west were present, and there were also many nobles from the River Bend who accompanied the Tyrell family.

The Swanns of the Stormlands, the Fords of Nightsong (Sir Philip Ford was named the new Earl of Nightsong after killing Bryce Cullen one-on-one at the Battle of the Blackwater.) Half of the stormland families were present, some of them were loyal to Joffrey, and some of them were for the war pension that Tywin said.

In the hall, Garland walked slowly with his elder brother Vilas, and when he reached the front of Cersei on the high platform, Garland gave Vilas the cane and then withdrew.

Vilas stood tremblingly in front of Cersei with a stiff face. The bustling crowd in the hall held their breath. Seeing that the timing was just right, the bishop who witnessed the marriage cast his eyes on the two.

Vilas leaned on crutches and turned to face the bishop. Cersei's face was full of reluctance, but she turned around under the pressure of her father's gaze.

"Under the witness of the Seven Gods." Said the bishop began to wrap the hands of Vilas and Cersei with white cloth strips.

"Two souls become one and we will be married forever. Please look at each other and recite the oath." The bishop announced.

Vilas was about to turn around again, but Cersei didn't cooperate, making his lame legs more clumsy. Vilas turned his head to look at Cersei's face, with golden curly hair, green eyes, and a woman in her 30s. The face still maintains good elasticity, except for some fine stretch marks at the corners of the eyes, and the stiff corners of the mouth, she is a beauty.

Although the empress dowager in front of him was four or five years older than him, Vilas was gradually fascinated by it under close scrutiny.

"Father, Blacksmith, Warrior, Virgin, Maiden, Crone, Stranger." Vilas said slowly.

"I belong to her."

But Vilas couldn't wait for Cersei's approval.

After waiting a few seconds, Cersei squeezed the words "I belong to him" from her back molars.

"She belongs to me."

"He belongs to me." Cersei looked at the bearded man in front of her, and because of her lameness, the shoulders on both sides were not parallel, half collapsed.

His eyes showed disgust and disgust nakedly.

"From today onwards, until death!" Vilas didn't care about the meaning in Cersei's eyes. Before he came, he just wanted to finish this political show early, but now seeing Cersei's angry expression, Vilas felt pitiful. There is a little more possessiveness, as if it is a good choice to have a result with Cersei.

"Please put on a cloak for the bride, a symbol of eternal protection." The bishop on the stage shouted loudly.

With one hand tied and the other on crutches, Vilas could only look at Cersei for help.

Cersei didn't want to call the crippled man with a cheeky face.

Vilas could only look at the bishop in embarrassment.

The bishop understood and wanted to end such an embarrassing wedding earlier. He untied the white cloth strips, took the wedding cloak from Vilas's back and handed it to Vilas' untied hand, and then supported Vilas on crutches. hands.

Cersei turned stiffly, as if Vilas's limp had infected her as well.

With the bishop's support, Vilas took a step forward, and then put the cloak on Cersei.

Tywin in the audience was the first to burst into applause, and various nobles also silently echoed the applause. Vilas turned around proudly and scanned the nobles in the audience. Bite the scalp and turn around, and reluctantly gave the guest a fake smile that couldn't be held back.

After the applause stopped for a while.

"Your Majesty the King, Your Excellency the Prime Minister, Lords and Ladies, under the eyes of the gods and the world, we witness that these two people are married, and the body, soul and soul are united forever." The bishop made the final statement for the wedding. .

Joffrey poked the tablecloth with the knife and fork in his hand, and after the applause erupted in the hall, under the cover of the applause, he chopped up the meat on the table angrily, expressing his dissatisfaction to Tywin.

Seeing this, the nobles at the table moved away, except for a few of Tywin's dog-legged knights behind Joffrey.

After Tyrion waited for the applause to die down, he deliberately continued to "crack" for a few seconds. Seeing Joffrey's angry eyes, Tyrion stopped applauding, filled his wine glass and raised it to signal to Joffrey. Free, and gulp it down.

In Joffrey's ear, Tyrion's voice kept thinking, "Look, uncle found you a good stepfather!"

Angrily, Joffrey glanced at Tyrion, who was chatting with each other to toast with a smile on his face. He couldn't bear it any longer. He picked up the decanter on the table and threw it towards Tyrion. I don't know if it was because the decanter was full of wine or because of Joffrey's arm strength. Not enough, it didn't hit Tyrion.

"Bang!" A glass mixed with noble wine smashed on Tyrion's table, and the nobles stopped eating and drinking, and all looked over.

"The king drank too much, help the king go down to rest." Tai Wen said with a relief. (Tywin knew that Joffrey would definitely have a seizure, and he made Joffrey come to the wedding as a show for the nobles of Stormland and Highgarden. The Iron Throne is still Baratheon, not controlled by the Lion family.)

The knights around heard Tywin's order and stepped forward one after another. Joffrey picked up the pig's head on the table, and smashed the leg of lamb on it. The white armor of several guards was instantly covered with oil stains and meaty smell.

Tywin cast his eyes on Cersei, and Cersei could only walk over and pull Joffrey's shoulders when she saw this, wanting to take her son away from this shameful place.

Joffrey stared at Tyrion, and was slowly pulled away by Cersei until he walked from the aisle to a side room in the Red Keep.

"Let me kill that half-man, I hate that face, and his voice disgusts me!" Joffrey yelled at Cersei.

Cersei didn't pay attention to it for the first time, and took off the cloak behind her and threw it into the fireplace, watching the burning flames in the fireplace.

For the first time, Cersei felt the feeling of involuntary life. She enjoyed the shade of the Lannister family, but she had to pay more for the Lannister family. She wanted to cultivate her own strength. The master of the Iron Throne shouldn't be so passive.

Joffrey behind him was still yelling and cursing impassionedly.

Cersei looked at Joffrey who was gesticulating left and right, and was upset, "Enough, cursing can't make your enemy lose a drop of blood." Joffrey stopped moving after hearing the sound.

"You need to be polite to your stepfather. If you don't want to be oppressed by your grandfather and ridiculed by your dwarf uncle, Highgarden can bring soldiers and food. You need to control them as a king, otherwise these things will either go to the Dragonstone, or it will be cannibalized by your grandfather."

"Every time they become stronger, they will use more energy to trample on the dignity of the king in the future."