Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

King's Landing, Old City Gate.

The traces of the wildfire are still there. The charred buildings are piled up in the ruins of the tower. Odd workers and carpenters are cleaning up. Many simple tents have been set up beside the city wall. The golden robes stand listlessly on guard, watching the work of the odd workers in a daze from time to time. .

"There's a situation!" A man in a golden robe on the low city wall pointed forward.

"Stannis?" The golden robe held his helmet in panic.

"Don't spread rumors!" the guard captain knocked his helmet over with one hand and scolded him. He stretched his legs to step on the city wall, frowned and looked into the distance, "They are our reinforcements, a group of ignorant bumpkins."

"who?"

Horse hooves clattered, dust flew, orange flags waved in the wind, and a pile of bronze runes and strange-shaped pebbles attracted everyone's attention.

"People from the valley, the Royce family." The captain of the guard recalled his experience of guarding the city gate in previous martial arts tournaments. The flag of the Royce family was not uncommon.

After hearing this, the golden-robed guards immediately dispersed into a ball, and their previous listless and lazy scene reappeared.

"Hiss!~"

The horses of the valley cavalry raised their hooves, jumped up, and jumped over the low and simple battlements - it is better to call it a pile of stones than a battlement.

The leading knight is the most conspicuous. The jet-red armor wraps his upper body in layers, and the scabbard of the long sword is so red that it oozes blood. The orange cloak that he often wore before to symbolize Royce has been replaced by the uniform one of the Valley Knights. He wore a blue cloak and a rough face, but he was still handsome. His light eyes looked at the gold-robed defenders at the city gate and paused slightly.

Robert Royce looked at the mess at the city gate and remembered the green fire he saw when he led his army. It was like a devil's thorns flying wild among human dwellings, and the hissing sound of burning buildings was like the sound of a stranger. Whisper.

He raised his riding whip, ignored the guard captain who got up and came forward, and rode in.

The captain of the guard watched in silence as the valley cavalry ignored him one by one and entered the city.

The crescent falcon flag held by the last row of cavalry almost slapped the captain in the face, but he just puffed his cheeks and acquiesced to the entry of the cavalry.

"Captain..." The golden robe on the side came to the side of the guard captain, his words revealed doubts.

"Mind your own business, don't talk nonsense." The captain once again reached out and waved down the half-helmet on the head of the golden robe beside him, and strode back to the tent angrily to avoid the nuisance of the scorching sun above his head.

"This damn weather, it rains and dries every now and then!"

…

Duke Attis was riding a horse in a rather funny manner at this time. Ange blinked and observed his actions behind the Duke.

A book he couldn't understand was held in the hands of the Duke. The war horse lowered its head and swayed forward. He didn't look like a knight, but more like an old farmer riding a donkey leisurely walking in the paddy field. similar.

"Master Attis," Ange couldn't help but remind aloud, "We are already far away from Sir Harold's army."

Attis raised his eyes, and the blue-robed bodyguards behind him also moved forward slowly, following closely beside him, while Harold Hatton's cavalry walked far ahead, keeping a certain distance.

"Okay," Attis closed the book, "let's hurry up."

An Gai lowered his head and glanced. The cover of the book was not old. On the contrary, it looked shiny and new.

I don't know the Andals Common Language text above, but the portraits above must be clear to anyone who grew up in Westeros.

Aegon the Conqueror Targaryen and his Black Death Balerion.

Ange raised his eyes and looked at Attis. In his impression, the person closest to the conqueror was the Duke. Ange firmly believed that Attis was capable of conquering the Seven Kingdoms. Maybe the gap between the Duke and Aegon was just a dragon...

"What do you think of a king, Angay."

Attis' question was a bit sudden, and it was only the reminder from someone around him that pulled Angai out of his daze.

"Noble bloodline and life experience, wise leadership..." Attis muttered a few words, "If a person wants to be king, what is the most important thing?"

Ange looked at the face of Duke Attis. In his eyes, there was nothing better than a king.

"I think..." Angei recalled the Duke's past deeds and replied, "He will definitely be able to protect the country and the people, and he is worthy of the title of guardian."

An Gai frowned and thought of several famous kings mentioned by the bards in his hometown, such as the Conqueror, the Young Dragon King, etc. His lips twitched slightly and hesitantly said: "He must be a hero, Duke."

"hero?"

"He must be a hero who is enough to be sung by singers and recognized by people."

Attis turned to look at Angei, a trace of confusion emerging from his heart.

An Gai's face immediately became tense, and he seemed a little at a loss, and the words in his mouth were a little incoherent, "I don't know, I just said it based on the Duke's appearance... I don't know if this is appropriate... In my opinion... ..." He swallowed, "Even if you, Duke, are not sitting on that iron chair, the king in my heart can only be you, you... you are our hero."

The blue-robed bodyguards behind An Gai nodded in agreement, and their eyes fell on their duke through their visors, their eyes full of hot admiration.

"King of Heroes..." Attis held the reins tightly. Before Targaryen relied on blood to become king, he relied on his great achievements in conquering the Seven Kingdoms and his miraculous status as a dragon knight. Not surprisingly, this is a story worthy of special mention. Heroic deeds.

He thought of himself, integrating the valley, fighting in the Blood Gate, and taking over the riverlands...

This is not a hero, at most he is a tyrant who controls a region.

Just relying on this... Attis frowned, he is not worthy of being king.

The whip hit the warhorse hard, a fierce long neigh sounded, and Attis galloped away.

...

The prison door was clanged again by the jailer, Tyrion rubbed his eyes and squinted at the door.

Meryn Trant, it's him again, damn it!

"Why don't you protect the king well, and come to harass me, a dwarf, all day long? What's the matter, you can't buy enough male prostitutes in the brothel, and your taste has become heavier?" Tyrion didn't care about anyone's face, including himself, and he opened his mouth with a series of unpleasant ridicule.

Meryn Trant's face, which was originally gloating, suddenly turned dark. He took a deep breath, "The Prime Minister wants to ask you a question, stand up."

Tyrion jumped up, "I am definitely the first dwarf in history to be escorted by the Kingsguard. I really don't know how the maester will record me in the future..."

He walked out while talking. The sunlight outside the prison came through, making him feel refreshed.

"Such a hell of a day should have ended long ago..." Tyrion stretched lazily, but Meryn Trant's big hand pushed him.

"Hurry up!"

...

Tywin sat on the Iron Throne. Those who were interested could see that the Prime Minister was carefully moving his buttocks and testing the edge of the Iron Throne. He was obviously afraid of being stabbed by the thorns on the throne. He was in a very bad mood and his face was always gloomy.

On the right side below the platform, Cersei sat with her hands folded, and her elegant golden skirt was dragged very long, like a lady.

Jaime wore a golden mask as usual, and few people noticed that his original Kingsguard armor, which was closer to the Lannister style, was gone, replaced by a completely white knight armor.

Sansa's clear blue eyes quietly looked at the people in high positions. She had never been so happy as today. The news of her father's "resurrection" in the North spread throughout the Red Castle. The same news that spread throughout the Red Castle was that the damned Joffrey killed civilians in King's Landing. She heard many maids say that this was the "blonde curse". She wanted to continue to ask them, but later she only heard the news that these maids had their tongues pulled out and thrown into brothels.

She looked at Cersei, who also looked at her with a smile, and she was so scared that she quickly lowered her eyes.

There were naturally a group of important officials sitting beside the Iron Throne. In addition, there was an old man whom Sansa had never seen. But according to the sharp introduction of the Red Castle Steward, she learned that he was Earl Gyles of Rosby City. He had been coughing non-stop since he came in, and the whole Red Castle sounded sick.

Earl Gyles twisted his body hesitantly on the bench, and looked out the door of the Red Castle from time to time.

"Bring the prisoner, Tyrion Lannister!" The Red Castle Steward's shrill voice sounded charming for the first time, at least it covered Earl Gyles' endless coughing.

Tyrion walked into the throne room, whistling in his mouth. Sansa recognized the tune in it, which seemed to be King Robert's favorite bear and beautiful girl.

"Silence." Tywin spoke first, he raised his head slightly and looked at Tyrion indifferently.

Tyrion bowed slightly, "As you command, my dear father."

"On behalf of King Joffrey, as the King's Hand, I am responsible for questioning you about the murder of the King's brother Tommen Baratheon..."

Tywin was suddenly interrupted by Tyrion, "No, I didn't do it."

The whispers immediately filled the Red Castle. Obviously, no one was not surprised by Tyrion's rudeness.

"Silence!" Tywin raised his voice, and Sansa could hear that there was a hint of anger in it.

"We have evidence, Tyrion, you might as well listen to the testimony of Lord Rosby, and your accomplices will come up to confess one after another. Wait until you hear these and then say your own opinion, Tyrion." Tywin stared at Tyrion, his eyes like arrows, almost piercing Tyrion's face.

Cersei's legs swayed slightly, and a smile appeared on her face.

"Lord Rosby." Tywin looked at the old man who kept coughing.

"I'm so sorry, Prime Minister, I..." Gyles Rosby stood up slowly.

Lord Renfrey Ryker, the Chancellor of the Exchequer, whispered behind him, and Sansa could see his mouth shape clearly, "Don't panic, old man."

"After Rosby City... cough! After careful interrogation... finally concluded... concluded cough!"

"Hurry up, Lord Gyles." Queen Mother Cersei was full of impatience. She closed her eyes slightly, and the disgust on her face was very obvious.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I..."

"Don't be sorry, Lord Rosby." Renfrey Ryker urged behind him.

The atmosphere in the Red Castle couldn't help but become dragged out and unbearable. Sansa concluded that this was the result of the sick Lord Rosby.

"I'm waiting, I'm so sorry cough!" Lord Gyles Rosby waved his hand, his eyes still on the door of the throne room.

A commotion appeared at the door of the royal hall, and the sound of heavy armor on the golden robes colliding with each other came in waves, like waves hitting reefs.

"Silence! ~" Tywin was completely angry at this time. He hammered the Iron Throne, and blood appeared on his hands visibly.

The Iron Throne rejected Lannister, Sansa thought, and she stared at Tywin.

"I'm waiting..." Earl Rosby sighed and sat down on the bench dejectedly.

"What are you sitting down for, Gyles?" He asked with his eyes wide open.

Tyrion turned his head and saw Bronn holding a sword, walking to the high platform of the Iron Throne, "Prime Minister, there is..."

At the door of the throne room, the crowd pushed and dispersed, and a group of knights in blue cloaks appeared in front of everyone.

The knight in red armor in the middle was even more conspicuous.

"Lord Tywin, I, Sir Robert of the Royce family of Runestone City, received the order of Duke Artis Arryn to replace the Duke in the Royal Council and serve as the temporary Minister of Justice."

Robar Royce's loud declaration echoed throughout the throne room.

"Huh~" Earl Giles Rosby wiped his sweat and looked at Tywin, "Sorry, Lord Tywin..."

Tywin looked at him with wide eyes, and he hadn't reacted yet.

"What are you apologizing for..." Renfrey Lake was still puzzled.

Until...

"After careful interrogation and investigation, the cause of Prince Tommen Baratheon's murder was completely attributed to the former Minister of Intelligence, Varys, known as the octopus spider!"

Earl Gyles Rosby almost said it in one breath, and then he coughed loudly, waved his hand and collapsed on the bench.

The commotion in the royal hall disappeared immediately, and the unified silence came too timely, so that Sansa could hardly believe that this was not rehearsed in advance.

Lord Tywin's face was even more strange, with a complex expression mixed on his face. I don't know if it was an illusion or something, Sansa always felt that Tywin's face switched back and forth between blue and purple.

"It looks..." Tyrion's voice broke the silence, "I really haven't done it."

The absurd public interrogation ended with Tyrion's whistle. Tywin turned his head and looked at the platform. Tyrion clearly felt that his father's eyes passed him and looked directly at Sir Robert Royce behind him.

A smile bloomed on Tyrion's face, he raised his hands and turned to look at Meryn Trant.

The latter looked at Tywin, at a loss.

"Clang!"

The shackles broke with a sound, but it was not Meryn Trant's sword, but Robar Royce's.