The King's living room in the Red Fort Meghath was decorated in gorgeous and bright. At this moment, King Joffrey, with dazzling blonde hair, was smiling proudly at the floor-to-ceiling mirror presented by a Rees, while the two maids were constantly busy beside him, dressing and combing the cumbersome clothes of His Majesty.

His Majesty the young king wore a shiny golden antler crown, which complemented his blonde hair and a crimson-like silver-edged robe that perfectly showed his slender figure.

He was wearing neat black trousers and gold-patterned boots. After the overall dress, he was wearing a cool black-edged red silk dress that was not solemn but rather solemn, with a leaping stag and a roaring lion embroidered on it. The overall color was gorgeous, which made his handsome eyebrows look particularly conspicuous.

The young King was very satisfied with the outfit. His mouth was smiling and could not wait to show it in front of everyone in the king's land.

But when he came downstairs wearing this outfit, all he got was frowning.

"The king must be both solemn and majestic, but look at what you are wearing now?" A beautiful woman with curly hair and blue eyes said dissatisfiedly.

"What? Is this outfit not good? I think it's very suitable." King Joffrey brushed his clothes and responded to his mother with a smile.

"If I were you, I would have replaced it while there was still some time now." The woman said.

These words seemed to make the young king a little unhappy, and he said, "You are not me, I am the king. I will wear whatever I like."

"I am your mother."

"The King's Mother?"

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

Staring at him, Jofry finally changed his gaze a little unnaturally, looked at a tall knight who was quietly rushing toward him, and said with a smile: "Good dog, my clothes are very suitable, don't you?"

"You are the king." The knight wearing a dog-head helmet replied briefly. Joffrey glanced at his mother proudly.

Seeing this, she sighed, not wanting to have a frustration with her son, so she said helplessly: "Okay, the king should have a certain amount of freedom. Maybe I shouldn't care about you, that doesn't matter."

As she said that, she added: "But today's trial must not go wrong. After Stark pleads guilty, you must deprive him of all rights and status, let him join the Black Robe Army, and never participate in the internal affairs of the seven."

"Do you remember the lines?"

"Of course I remember that Bachelor Paich said this was his proud work, but I don't think it's good, maybe I should shorten it."

The two of them walked as they spoke, followed by a team of knights in plate armor who were firmly protected, and eventually they got on a carriage.

The carriage left the Megel Tower, set out from the main entrance of the Red Fort, and rushed towards the Visonia hills in King's Landing - the trial will be held at the St. Belle Cathedral there.

Another carriage was waiting at the door for a long time, and Ed Stark, who had a bald head in the prison car, was leaning down on the wooden railing of the prison car, not knowing what to think about.

"He is like a clown." When he saw this man from the window, the young king said contemptuously: "A cripple still tries to escape from the king's land? What a ridiculous performance."

"The clown is ridiculous, but we should pay attention to how he escaped," Cersei seemed to have thought of something, his face a little unnatural.

"Sir Marin has checked all the dead bodies and has not found the young man you have ever met. Maybe we should hire a skilled painter to draw his appearance and want it all over the city."

"And that diary, even if there is no black witchcraft in it, it is amazing just looking at the material. It is a unique paper, thin and soft, completely different from parchment."

When she mentioned the diary, King Joffrey, who was originally absent-minded, couldn't help but feel energetic. He asked excitedly: "How is the bachelor's research?"

"I don't know yet, that's not any word we know." Queen Mother Cersei replied.

"If we all know, what's the use of having a bachelor's degree?" Joffrey said with a slightly impatient expression when he heard this: "I said he is old enough. Once I went to the imperial meeting, he actually asked me to wait! He wanted a king to wait! Who did he think he was?"

“We should consider changing one.”

"You just removed Balistan from office and then removed another Grand Secretary is not a clever approach."

"I am the king, I have the final say."

"The king should accept advice humbly." Cersei said earnestly.

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

"So he died."

"That was just a mistake"

"A mistake is fatal, and I advised him at that time, but you saw it too."

"I said, that's just a mistake!"

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

In the carriage, the relaxed atmosphere became very solemn again. After a while, Joffrey avoided his mother's gaze in disappointment: "I don't like drinking."

"You'd better do this, except to win over lords from all over the country, try not to drink as much as possible," Cersei smiled satisfied when he gave in. "Also, you can't beat your fiancée, this is something that even the gods don't want to."

"Of course, I never hit Sansa."

In response, he was silent on the road afterwards. Cersei repeatedly reminded him of various matters, and the young king looked impatient.

His good mood seemed to disappear without realizing it.

However, when he got off the carriage and came to the platform in front of St. Belle's church, countless voices shouting at the king in the crowd made him gradually excited. He walked on the stairs leading to the platform with his exquisite sword. He felt a sense of being above thousands of people.

"Look, I'm the king!"

Standing in the center of the platform and waved to the bottom, he turned his head and glanced at his mother, but found that she had pulled a girl with long red hair and whispered something, not paying attention to it at all, which made Joffrey inexplicably unhappy.

"That bitch!"

He cursed lowly, his right elbow still seemed to hurt slightly.

...

The square was filled with people, and countless noisy talks continued, like a large group of flies buzzing and yelling.

People were discussing why the church bells gathered the people. Some well-informed people began to hype in the crowd, while more people kept looking at the high platform ahead, the noble heads of the kingdom.

In this situation, the taciturn Ed Stark was pushed up, and the knight ahead opened the way and rushed to the high platform through the side stairs, receiving countless abuses and hostility along the way.

He shaved his hair and his beard hung after escaping, so basically no one knew him now, but after a moment of silence on the platform, he revealed his identity as soon as he spoke.

"I am Ed Stark, Duke of Winterfell, and former Prime Minister of the Imperial Palace."

Listening to his words, the crowd gradually became quiet, and the eyes of many nobles on the platform also gathered on his face. Contempt, helplessness, looking down, joy, and malice...

Ed seemed to have made up his mind, and after the first sentence was spoken, the louder and louder the more I said: "Today, I came here and admitted my treason in front of the gods in heaven and the mortals on earth."

The square fell silent, and tens of thousands of pairs of eyes were staring at the only person who spoke on the platform. No one made a sound at this time. Therefore, the words of the big bald head were basically heard clearly by everyone.

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

The voice that should have been calm seemed to be trembling at this moment: "I swear to protect his children, but when his bones were not cold, I plotted to depose and kill his son and proclaim himself king."

If it is close, it is not difficult to see pain flashing in his expression, but his words have not stopped. Instead, they are becoming more and more urgent under countless eyes: "Now, please ask the Archbishop, Belle, the 'beared by God's care, and the Supreme Seven Gods to testify to the truth I have said: Joffrey Baratheon is the only legal heir to the Iron Throne, and in the name of the Seven Gods in Heaven, he is the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and the guardian of the whole territory."

When the voice fell, he lowered his head dejectedly, and after a moment of silence, an angry shout suddenly erupted.

"Treason, damn!"

"How could you do such shameless behavior!"

"Kill him, kill him, kill him!"

People were indignantly scolding and roaring, and some even threw a stone from the crowd and smashed Stark's bald head.

Seeing this, the guards hurriedly stopped them, but this was inevitably affected. Countless stones smashed their helmets and made continuous sounds like raindrops on their armor.

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

He knelt before the young king and his mother, and recited in a thick and low voice: "For we are guilty, we suffer,"

The Archbishop's voice was not too conspicuous in his anger, but due to his lofty status and his actions at this time, the crowd in the square gradually subsided.

"This man confessed his sins in this sacred place in front of the gods of heaven and the mortals of earth." He raised his hands and shouted, "The gods of heaven are just, but the 'blessed God' Belle taught us that they are also merciful. His Majesty the King," said Belle.

As he said that, the fat bishop looked up at the dazzling blonde and gorgeously dressed young king: "How should I deal with this traitor?"

As the sound fell, the crowd burst 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 turn red. His hand holding the hilt of the sword couldn't help but open and close. Standing in front of tens of thousands of people, a feeling of controlling the world arose.

He is about to make the first important decision since his rule, and to rule a rebellious lord in front of all his people!

Thinking about my mother's annoying advice before coming, I looked at the countless angry people below.

Recalling the cheers of people when he first appeared, and when he was a prince, his bitch daughter letting him bite him, and the cold and disdainful tone of Ed Stark during the ruling, and his attempt to overthrow himself not long ago...

King Joffrey understood what he should do.

"I am the king, and the king should be responsible to his people."

He said to himself this way, decisively put his mother's advice behind him, raised his hand to signal the quiet below, and then shouted: "My mother urged me to let Duke Ed put on black, and Miss Sansa also pleaded for her father many times."

After saying that, he turned his head and looked at the girl with long hair, showing a malicious smile: "That is the hearts of their weak women. As long as I am king for one day, the crime of treason will be severely punished!"

As he said that, he turned his head to look at an old knight not far away and ordered decisively: "Sir Ilyn, cut off his head for me!"

The king's decision made many people in the square cheer. Under everyone's gaze, the armored knight named Elin put on a black hood representing the executioner, and then walked silently towards Ed Stark, who had been pressed to the ground by the soldiers.

The attendant had been standing on his side, and the knight walked to the front and back, pulled out a wide long sword from the scabbard held by the attendant, and then began to wipe it.

With the increasingly loud cheers of people, King Joffrey's excited and even twisted expressions, and with the anxious but helpless rescue of many rational people on the platform, the situation is about to unfold to the craziest situation.

"Stop!" A vaguely shout appeared, but it was drowned in the noisy environment of the crowd, and waves appeared and then fell silent.

After wiping slightly, the knight held the sword in both hands, took a deep breath, and began to prepare for the final preparation.

"Stop, or I will kill the Queen Mother!" A louder scream appeared, and a young figure climbed onto the stone statue of Saint Belle in the middle of the square, shouted, and raised a ridiculous human-shaped puppet in his hand.

His voice was not covered up this time.
Chapter completed!