Arrows and slaughter did not drown the courage of the mob. Their roars pressed against the sky. Besides curses, there were also demands for the King. "Deliver justice!", "The Seven Gods above!" "Long live Gendry! Long live King Gendry! Long live the Storm!!" "Long live Stannis!" and even "Long live Renly!"
"traitors! A bunch of traitors! You fools, shoot arrows!" the King cursed furiously. The Crossbowmen reaped lives like wheat in the wind.
The King's face turned red, and he shouted excitedly, "Cut off all their heads! I want to—"
"What's going on here?" The Imp also hurried up to The Red Keep's battlements. Because of the previous riot, he dared not stay in the brothel for now. The Imp looked at the human wall below, a sea of people. Besides The Imp, Cersei also arrived, frantic.
However, the curses from the crowd grew even louder. "whore, The Kingslayer's whore!" "Freak, Half-man!" "The hand of the king who will starve King's Landing!"
The Imp looked at the crowd below, his head aching.
"Who started this rumor?" The Imp's temper flared. Rosby being plundered, that was too malicious.
Stones, feces, and all sorts of filth smashed fiercely against the wall, pebbles, rotten eggs, tattered clothes. "Give us food!" a woman cried. "Bread!" a man behind her yelled. "We want bread, Bastard!" In an instant, a thousand voices shouted together.
"Damn it, what has happened to King's Landing?" The Imp's head hurt.
"Kill, I want to kill them all! Let my Hound mount his horse, cavalry, charge them!" the King chattered angrily.
"Shut up!" The Imp was exhausted. He pulled the King to a place where the hungry couldn't see him, then slapped the King. "Every time you use a crossbow, do you think they'll behave?"
"They are traitors!" the King shrieked. "They insulted me, attacked me!"
"That's because your Hound wants to kill people, and your crossbows are killing people. Don't provoke a group of angry, starving people. Do you think they'll let you kill them one by one?" Tyrion looked at his nephew, truly disappointed. Thousands of arms waved among the hungry below, and perhaps even more people were burning, killing, and looting everywhere.
Ser Mandon Moore quickly looked at the King, then Cersei comforted her son.
"Call the herald, quickly! Then blow the war horn! After the command is announced, and after three blasts of the war horn, anyone in front of The Red Keep who has not returned home will be killed. Go now!" The Imp roared loudly.
"You, you, and you!" The Imp looked at the three idiotic Kingsguard: Boros, Meryn, and The Hound. "If they don't obey our orders, then you will lead the army out and kill them."
There were still some spearmen and Longspear cavalry in The Red Keep, all prepared armed forces, ready to be deployed at any time, though the numbers were somewhat small in comparison.
Ser Boros seemed unwilling to leave the safety of the castle. "Your Grace," he told the Queen Mother, "I fear our White Cloaks will enrage the mob, and there are quite a lot of them."
"Are you a White Cloak?" Tyrion couldn't hold back. What was all this? Only two of the Kingsguards were skilled fighters, and now they were all out of King's Landing. "Coward, ugly brute. A Kingsguard who dares not kill, do you want to take off your clothes?"
"You call me ugly?" Ser Boros was somewhat displeased, then met Bronn's fierce gaze.
"It is our duty to protect the King," Ser Meryn also stammered.
"Listen to my brother's command, quickly!" Cersei quickly supported. "Do you want to commit treason?"
"But our white clothes?"
"What, do you want to suppress the mob naked?" Cersei asked. "So everyone can see if you're a coward."
The mournful sound of the war horn echoed, reverberating over the castle.
"Joffrey I of House Baratheon, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the first men, ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, is your King! I, as hand of the king, command you to retreat, otherwise King's Landing will suffer blood and fire! Believe me, I will do my best to ensure your food supply. I desire to feed King's Landing more than anyone."
"Liar!"
"Bastard!"
"Half-man!" Unfortunately, Tyrion's speech was useless, still met with curses.
"The Crownlands are about to be plundered, and you talk about feeding us?"
"That scoundrel's message." Tyrion gritted his teeth, letting the sound of the war horn echo through the sky again. It seemed he too would have to become King's Landing's butcher.
"Fire is coming, my Lords."
"Someone is setting fires!" The screams from the city wall rang out, making The Imp's head ache even more.
wildfire, King's Landing had wildfire. Gods preserve us, wildfire! If even a tiny spark landed on those... On the other side of The Red Keep, Sansa listened to the clamor and angry shouts. Opportunity, was opportunity at hand?
The entire castle was in chaos. All the White Cloaks followed to protect the King and the Queen Mother. The drawbridge hadn't been raised today either, this was the best chance.
Sansa touched the wound on her hand. As her brother Robb's disruption to the Lannister supplies grew, the beatings she received also became heavier, truly unbearable.
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