As the furious Ser Jaime approached, Green turned around, first made a gesture of wiping sweat, then proactively greeted him: "Ser Jaime, where have you been?"
Ser Jaime narrowed his eyes, his gaze dangerously scrutinizing Green, and gritted his teeth, "Lord Greene, do you need me to see you out?"
Green directly ignored the voice of the person in front of him. He tidied his clothes again, then reached out and patted Ser Jaime's arm, saying, "Please remain vigilant, Kingsguard."
Before Ser Jaime could respond, he added, "I'm going back to rest."
With that, Green walked away, and he even tapped his waist in Ser Jaime's almost murderous gaze.
"So tired..." Green's voice drifted from afar.
Ser Jaime's chest heaved violently. Osney, standing nearby, was also very angry. He had seen everything... he knew perfectly well that Count Green was putting on a "strange" act with Ser Jaime. Why was he angry? He was furious that he was standing right there, yet he was being treated as a mere decoration, as if he didn't exist.
Just then, Ser Jaime's cold voice rang out: "Stand guard here. Don't let anyone disturb us."
Without waiting for a response, Ser Jaime pushed open the door and entered the room. Ser Osney's face flushed even more.
Bang, the door closed.
Ser Jaime's sharp gaze swept across the room. He suppressed the raging anger in his heart; as a knight, he would first verify.
His gaze finally settled on the oak chair where Cersei had been sitting before he left.
After a moment's pause, Ser Jaime took a deep breath. He walked forward as if facing a final judgment.
He thought as he walked, if Green's behavior hadn't been so unusually out of character, he would have drawn his sword directly.
If it was true... what should he do... would Cersei, due to drunkenness... mistake someone else for... would Green have initiated it... what if none of that was true... how would he face it... he would lose... Within that short distance, Ser Jaime's thoughts were unusually "active"; he even considered taking the black cloak... to escape his place of pain forever.
Then, there was no scene Ser Jaime had imagined. He only saw Cersei quietly leaning against the chair, asleep. Her cheeks were flushed, and she still clutched an empty wine glass in her hand.
Ser Jaime scrutinized her from head to toe. Her hair... her dress... all were normal, with no signs of lovers' revelry.
It was like a heavy, rainy day suddenly clearing up. Ser Jaime felt the whole world had become incredibly bright.
A grinding male voice echoed in the room: "Gre...en..."
... The next day, early morning.
Tyrion Lannister woke up from bed, vaguely feeling Shae's warmth and tenderness.
Shae's eyes were closed, her voice husky from just waking up: "Lord Tyrion, you asked me to wake you early."
Tyrion gradually sobered up: "Hiss, you truly are a clever girl, absolutely wonderful... your skills!"
The sky was overcast, as if a heavy rain was coming, but it didn't affect Tyrion's good mood in the slightest. He left Bronn and his squire waiting outside, and with his hands behind his back, humming a tune, he entered the main gate of the Prime Ministers Tower. The Red Cloaks wearing lion helmets merely glanced at Tyrion; no one stopped him, and no one greeted him.
Tyrion changed to another tune and continued humming, limping across the hall, where he met Ser Adam Marbrand coming from the opposite direction near the spiral staircase.
Tyrion stopped, grinning, "Ser Adam, good morning."
Ser Adam placed a hand on his chest, "Good day, Lord Tyrion."
He looked Tyrion over, then added, "Are you here to see Duke Tywin?"
Tyrion said suspiciously, "Does it... look obvious?"
Ser Adam stepped aside, saying, "Ser Kevan had given instructions..."
He pointed towards the main door: "Tell them that Tyrion Lannister will be visiting his father."
Tyrion grinned: "Praise my good uncle! I thought it was the Lion's majesty that kept the Red Cloaks from asking my purpose."
Ser Adam frowned and said, "They would not offend Lord Lannister."
Ser Adam was too serious. Tyrion waved his hand in boredom, saying, "Where is Hand of the King Tywin?"
"You can see him in Prime Ministers study."
After a pause, he added, "Duke Tywin has been dealing with state affairs all night."
Tyrion reached out and patted Ser Adam's... thigh.
"Thank you for your kindness, Ser."
Hearing the response, the Red Cloaks guarding the door of Prime Ministers study opened it for Tyrion.
Duke Tywin sat beneath the round window, candlelight flickering. He was writing letters and only looked up when he heard the movement.
"Tyrion." Duke Tywin's voice was calm. He put down the quill in his hand.
Tyrion grinned, saying, "It's truly an honor that you still recognize me, Duke."
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