Chapter 347

JAMIE LANNISTER POV

"T… t… you… your grace" Pycelle said, looking every bit as old as his age and giving the feeling that he would drop dead just about any moment now "N… news from the G… h… Golden tooth."

"Go on then." King Joffrey said, looking bored by the whole court "Read it. And be quick about it. I want to hear what new victories Ser Devan and my grandfather brought us after defeating the Riverland armies."

Pycelle looked back at the letter and squinted. As if he had not already read the letter ten times over and memorized every detail in it. "The… the… Bolton army… attacked the army around Riverrun."

His blood boiled at the mention of the Bolton and he remembered the boy who had humiliated him in Winterfell all those months ago and had taken the Valyrian sword of his family.

In hindsight, he should not have underestimated the boy. Neither should he have used the Valyrian sword as a bet. But now it was too late for regrets.

"The Bolton army took… took the Lannisters by surprise." Pycelle said "And… and… used Direwolves, wargs, giants and great flying beasts to… to defeat them."

He frowned.

He had heard about the Direwolves, wargs and giants. Tyrion had… he had been so excited to go Dreadfort and see all those mythical creatures that are only said to exist beyond the Wall. But he had no idea what these flying beasts were supposed to be.

The thought of Tyrion brought another pang of pain in his heart. The fact that Tyrion had left them, left 'him' hurt. The fact that Tyrion then went and joined the Bolton boy hurt even more.

Then Pycelle continued. Reading about how the Boltons used wildfire to burn the Lannister men.

That news surprised him. Did the Alchemists sold their wildfire to the Bolton boy. Come to think of it, he had not seen those bloody Pyromencers in a long time.

He had been surprised when they didn't come to Joffrey or his sister to ask for some more funds. But if they had gone with the Bolton, then that would make sense.

Still, how the hell did the Bolton cross the Green Fork without the Freys knowing about it. And how the hell were they able to surprise the Lannister army.

How many men did the Bolton even have?

Pycelle went on for a few more minutes and by the time he finished, the King, his son had gone in one of his moods.

"Bring Sansa Stark here." Joffrey shouted "Let's see how she'll answer for the crimes committed by these Northern savages."

What Joffrey didn't say in front of the court was that despite being his betrothed, Sansa still loved the Bolton boy. Which was also the reason why she suffered so much under Joffrey's hands.

Sansa entered the Great Hall a few minutes later, wearing a long Northern dress and looking prim and proper. He knew for a fact that she was trying to hide the limp that she received when Meryn Trant hit her too hard on the leg yesterday.

The next few minutes were hard for him to watch.

The humiliation and beating that the girl received. It all reminded him of the time that he served under King Aerys. The time when he used to burn innocent people for his amusement.

He wondered… if the Pyromencers had come to Joffrey then would he start burning people as well.

The worse thing was that he would not be surprised if Joffrey did such a thing.

It made him wondered if the thing they said about the Targaryens and incest was true. And if his son was just as mad as the mad king.

By the time the knights of the Kingsguard were done with Sansa, half of clothes had been torn and she had more than a few bruises on her body.

He looked at his sister and saw an amused smile on her face.

He felt numb too it all and wondered if Tyrion had done the right thing when he had left the Lannister army.

His father orders his men to kill babies. His sister takes amusement in the pain of others and his son was a as mad as the mad king.

Cersei had not allowed him in her bed ever since he suffered that defeat and lost that sword. And he was sure that she was sleeping with someone else now.

He wondered if he should just leave this all behind and go somewhere else.

Working as a sellsword won't earn him much gold but he was too tired of all this shit.

At the end of the day, he knew that he would not leave Kings landing because Myrcella and Tommen were good kids. And he wanted to protect them from Joffrey because he knew that Cersei won't.

Still, dreaming about a day when he would be free from all this was better than nothing.

For now, this was just another day in Kings Landing.