GOT: My Secret Lover is sansa-Chapter 130 Kingslanding Fall

The Captain turned to walk down the stone stairs into the gatehouse. As he reached the bottom, a man stepped out of the shadows.

The Captain jumped, his hand dropping to his sword.

"Who are you??"

The man wore a plain tunic, but his eyes were entirely calm. He was one of Alaric’s Blood Scouts, who had been hiding in the city ever since the hand’s tourney.

"I bring a message from Alaric Thorne," the Scout said. His voice was steady and perfectly clear.

The Captain froze. He looked around to see if his guards were watching, but they were alone in the stairwell. "How did you get in here?"

"That doesn’t matter," the Scout replied flatly. "What matters is the army outside your walls. You have a few thousand City Watchmen. Alaric Thorne commands a hundred thousand swords from the Reach and twenty thousand Northmen who will join soon. You have absolutely no chance."

The Captain swallowed hard. He knew it was true.

The Scout took a step closer. "Here are his terms. If you keep those gates closed, you will starve. All supply lines are cut. If you fight, the walls will eventually fall, and every Gold Cloak holding a spear will die. But if you open the gates peacefully right now, no one will be touched. Your men get to go home to their families."

The Captain looked back up the stairs, then at the strange, calm man in front of him. He thought about Queen Cersei, sitting safe in the Red Keep while his men died on the walls.

"The Queen will have my head," the Captain whispered.

"There will be no queen to have your head..." the Scout said simply. "Open the gates. Save your men."

The Scout stepped backward, melting back into the shadows and disappearing completely.

Outside the walls, Alaric felt the mental ping from his Scout. The message was delivered.

Alaric raised a hand. Behind him, the massive seven-foot Blood Knights stood ready, silent and terrifying.

"Give them a minute," Alaric said to the Tyrell captains waiting for his command.

A heavy silence hung over the battlefield. The wind blew dry dirt across the road. Then, a loud, grinding noise echoed across the field.

The massive iron portcullis of the main gate slowly began to rise. The heavy wooden doors pushed open, revealing the streets of King’s Landing. A single Gold Cloak walked out, holding his spear sideways above his head in clear surrender.

Alaric lowered his hand. He glanced at Margaery, a small smirk forming on his face.

Cersei Lannister stood by the thick glass window of Maegor’s Holdfast.

she watched the Gold Cloaks on the outer walls throw down their spears. The massive iron gates of the city were wide open.

Betrayal.

Cersei spun away from the window, her hands shaking with a mix of fury and pure panic. The warning bells weren’t even ringing. The cowards had just handed King’s Landing to the Northern ward without a single drop of blood spilled.

"Ser Meryn!" she barked, her voice cracking.

Ser Meryn Trant stepped into the room. His white Kingsguard armor clanked loudly in the quiet chamber. "Your Grace. The City Watch has—"

"I have eyes, Ser Meryn. I know what they did," Cersei snapped. She walked quickly to a heavy wooden bookshelf in the corner of the room. She reached behind a row of thick leather books and pulled hard on a hidden iron ring. With a loud scrape, a section of the stone wall shifted backward, revealing a dark, narrow tunnel.

The heavy oak doors of her chamber pushed open. A maid rushed in, pulling Tommen by the hand. Myrcella followed right behind them. Both children looked terrified. Tommen was crying softly, clutching the fabric of his sister’s dress.

"Mother, what is happening?" Myrcella asked. Her voice shook, but she stood tall.

Cersei dropped to her knees in front of them. She grabbed their shoulders, her grip tight enough to hurt. "You are leaving. Right now."

"Without you?" Tommen asked, tears spilling down his round cheeks.

"I have to stay with your brother. He is the King," Cersei said. She didn’t let her voice soften. She looked up at the Kingsguard. "You will take them down this passage. It leads out to the cliffs above Blackwater Bay. There is a small skiff waiting in the cove. You will row up the coast, find a horse, and ride hard for the Westerlands. Take them straight to my father at Casterly Rock."

Ser Meryn nodded slowly, looking nervously at the dark hole in the wall. "And if we are stopped, Your Grace?"

"You are a Kingsguard. Cut down anyone who stands in your way," she said coldly.

She stood up and pushed the children toward the tunnel. Tommen dragged his feet, but Myrcella took his hand and pulled him forward into the dark.

"Go," Cersei ordered. "Do not look back. Do not stop until you see the Rock."

Ser Meryn grabbed a lit torch from a wall bracket and followed the children inside. Cersei pushed the heavy stone block back into place. The loud scrape of rock echoed in the empty room, sealing them away.

She stood completely alone. The silence in the Red Keep was sudden and heavy.

Cersei walked over to her long oak table. It was empty. She slammed her hands down on the polished wood.

"Cowards," she hissed through her teeth.

Lord Baelish had vanished three days ago. Littlefinger had packed his gold and slipped out of the city the exact moment word reached them of Tywin’s retreat. And Varys... the Spider was simply gone. His quarters were completely empty. No note, no whispers, no warnings. The rats had fled the sinking ship before the water even touched the deck.

Cersei stood up straight and smoothed the front of her red silk dress. She lifted her chin, staring at the heavy oak doors of her chamber.

... 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Joffrey’s boots hit the stone floor. Step, step, step. He paced in front of the Iron Throne. His gold crown sat crooked on his blonde hair. He chewed his lower lip until a drop of blood ran down his chin.

"Where are they?" he yelled. He kicked a silver goblet. It hit a pillar with a sharp clang. "Where is my grandfather? I am the King!"

Ser Boros Blount stood still in his white armor. He stared at his own boots. "Your Grace, no ravens have come from Casterly Rock. The fleet is—"

The heavy wooden doors banged open. A Lannister guard tripped into the hall. He fell to his knees, gasping. Sweat dripped from his nose.

"Your Grace," the guard panted. "The gates are open."

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