Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Tyrion dreamed of the tree-lined avenue that was strange yet familiar to him.

Several bandits kidnapped a girl, and looked frightened when they saw Tyrion and his brother Jaime arriving on horseback. Tyrion knew that the robber was not afraid of himself, a dwarf, but was afraid of Jaime, who was armed to the side.

But he still rode forward before Jaime, and took the lead with his best words, "Those dirty things, why don't you put down your weapons and surrender to the Lannister of Casterly Rock!"

The leading bandit licked his lips, "We will not surrender to half-men."

"Oh! Then this brave knight behind me steps up. How should you respond? Bandit!" Tyrion pointed provocatively at James behind him, and James rode forward in cooperation.

The robber wisely rode a horse that looked like a bad breed and ran away, leaving the girl behind. Jaime asked him to take care of the girl while he rode to catch up. The lion's roar of "Long live Casterly Rock!" gradually faded away.

"What's her name?" Tyrion asked carefully. He could tell at just one glance that this girl was a little farm girl. She was dirty and smelled like sheep manure.

The peasant girl looked at the dwarf in front of her in fear, her whole body still trembling as when the bandits kidnapped her.

Tyrion comforted himself that the girl must have been frightened by the robbers.

"Tessa, my lord, my name is Tessa." The girl looked at him with her innocent big eyes. Tyrion trembled slightly in his heart. He saw the girl's no longer trembling body and the gentle smile on her face. Except for James, it had been a long time since I saw someone smile at me without showing ridicule.

The image was like a broken mirror, and in a blink of an eye Tyrion was in the Lannister tent.

The sound of silver coins falling to the ground was like a stream in a river. Tessa lay in a pile of silver coins, and the Lannister soldiers were like wild beasts, venting their anger on Tessa.

"Tessa." Tyrion called weakly.

The dream was like ripples, and the picture was blurry, leaving only the face of his father Tywin.

"A whore wants to marry a Lannister. This is her punishment. Tyrion, it's like taking care of her business."

James' unnatural face also appeared.

"Father asked me to hire her. She is a prostitute, not a farm girl. The purpose is to let you experience the things between men and women, Tyrion."

Tyrion screamed, blood flowed from Tywin's face, and Jaime's face gradually moved away.

He woke up, and Tyrion touched the mattress. He was still in Harrenhal. He gasped loudly and looked at the bright colors outside the window, which seemed to be approaching noon.

"Dong dong!" The door rang, and the attendant's voice rang, "Lord Tyrion, it's time to set off. The king doesn't want to stay here at Harrenhal, and ordered us to leave quickly."

"I don't want to stay either, not even for a second." Tyrion muttered, recalling this extremely painful dream.

He put on his clothes and stuffed the special cotton padding into his trousers to prevent him from being too uncomfortable while riding. Tyrion relaxed and strolled to the toilet to prepare to go downstairs.

Last night, I was so disturbed by the nervousness of Cersei and my brother Jaime that I couldn't sleep well at night. "Is it necessary to be so disturbed by a little eagle?" Tyrion thought to himself as he walked down the tower. The attendants had already prepared horses for him.

The Baratheon stag flag had long gone. Tyrion saw Lady Riverside standing alone on the tower from a distance, looking at the retreating team. Tyrion felt like a lonely ghost, and his whole body trembled slightly. Shivered.

"There are not even a few decent guards for such a big castle." Tyrion complained to Ser Meryn who had always had a straight face.

Obviously, the aloof Sir Marlin didn't want to pay attention to this dwarf.

"The whole castle is like a ghost garrison. My dear King's Executioner, are you afraid of the executioner who is feared in all Westeros? I don't think so. If there really is a ghost, tsk tsk, Sir Marlin, you must be the one who doesn't believe it the most. "Ghostly." Tyrion said without hesitation while riding his tall horse.

Ser Meryn stared at him coldly, saying nothing.

Tyrion prided himself on being boring and sped up, trying to keep up with the Baratheon flag in front of him.

Jaime followed the king's carriage on horseback, with the queen sitting inside, while King Robert rode a tall horse at the front of the team. Next to him was Lord Attis Arryn, who he had never met before. , tsk tsk, just inherited the valley, it is really enviable.

Cersei looked dissatisfied at Robert and Attis, who were chatting happily in front of her, and said with malice: "This fat pig wants to marry my Myrcella to this little vulture."

Jaime frowned and said to Cersei, "Cersei, I think."

Cersei quickly interrupted, "That's enough, Jaime, I wish you were on my side."

Tyrion made a face at Jaime, causing Jaime's helpless expression to improve a little.

"Dr. Attis Arryn holds a high position of power and is a champion of the tourney. There is no way he could be unworthy of Myrcella, my lovely niece." Tyrion said to Cersei.

Cersei frowned. She seemed to be seriously considering what Tyrion said. This made Tyrion very happy. He continued: "I can test Attis Arryn on behalf of my beautiful sister. You know Yes, I’ve always been eloquent.”

Cersei slandered him and said: "All you have is your mouth, which can make people feel relieved."

"Your compliment makes me extremely happy, sister." Tyrion rolled his eyes.

Artis was once again listening to Robert talking about his great achievements. The king's perspective was completely different from his father's. His father's impression of the uprising war was only sadness and the trouble of dealing with the consequences, while Robert's only impression was countless heroic charges, countless solo duels, and the joy of killing Rhaegar with Ruby Stallion's own hands.

The bards and servants around Robert kept praising the king's bravery. Atis was not used to this kind of star-studded praise, and just responded perfunctorily.

While Robert was drinking with the servants beside him, Atis quietly slowed down and got away from the king's crowd.

"King Robert is very talkative, right?"

Atis turned around and saw a dwarf riding a tall horse approaching him, smiling and saying to him.

"Who are you? Tyrion of the Lannister family?" Atis asked.

Tyrion smiled strangely, "Finally, no stranger called me a half-man or a dwarf on the spot."

"Sorry, because it's easy to see." Atis noticed his self-mockery and said to him.

"Wow, it seems that my notoriety is far-reaching in the Seven Kingdoms." Tyrion smiled slightly and made a face again.

Atis smiled. He noticed the humorous character of this Lannister, but Stannis's letter made him unable to relax his vigilance against Lannister.

"In my miserable life as a dwarf, there are not many things that can comfort and look forward to me." Tyrion said to himself. "The women's house is one, the library in Casterly Rock is also one, and maybe my dear brother Jaime should be brought along."

Atis listened quietly without saying a word.

"Fortunately, I am a good worker, plus the beautiful golden dragon, the women of the women's house will not kick me out of bed, hahaha!" Tyrion laughed exaggeratedly.

Atis was amused by him, and his lips were pursed unnaturally.

"I've visited all the women's houses in the Seven Kingdoms, including those in the Westerlands, the Reach, and Dorne. My God! They are so open and wild. I've never visited the women's houses in the Vale and the North. It's a pity." Tyrion blinked his mouth and pretended to be very regretful.

Atis shook his head, "Even the women's houses in the Vale welcome Vale people, except for Gulltown."

Tyrion's ears moved when he heard it, "You've been there? Oh, what am I thinking, the heir of the Vale, oh no, now the Duke of the Vale, there should be countless women who want to climb into your bed, ahem, sorry, please allow me to express my condolences to you, Lord Jon is a good Prime Minister."

"He is also a good father, at least to me." Atis said to Tyrion. "I'm sorry, I haven't been to the women's branch."

Tyrion looked at Atis's plain and sad eyes. This was the feeling that the eagle of the valley gave him from the beginning. He coughed twice and said to Atis: "Life is bad enough, Atis, can I call you that?"

Atis nodded. This Tyrion gave him a different impression from the other two.

"Okay, Atis, the gods gave me a deformed body, so that I can say a few words to you as a dwarf who is ridiculed. Although I am small, I am much older than you." Tyrion's words came out like pearls, but surprisingly, Atis actually liked to communicate with him. He listened carefully.

"No matter how many bad things there are, at least Lord Jon gives you the image of a good father, and gives you beautiful, uh, I mean, beautiful memories. Sorry, if you meet my father, you will know that there are few fathers in the world who are worse than Lord Tywin, especially for me. You have to know that the most terrible thing is that he is still alive." Tyrion muttered in his mouth, speaking sincerely.

Attis finally understood why this Lannister was different from other Lannisters. Attis glanced at Tyrion. The identity of the dwarf. Like sister Mia Stone, the king's illegitimate daughter left in the valley. To Attis, the identities of the two were the same.

"Just live happily. I, a dwarf, smile every day. Why do you, the duke, have to be so arrogant?" Tyrion left a particularly good impression on Attis, making him feel that Tyrion really respected his father and gave him sincere advice.

Tyrion suddenly changed the subject, "Hey!", he almost hit Attis.

"What?" Attis asked.

"You don't have a lover, right?" Tyrion stared at him seriously like a detective investigating a case.

Attis looked at Cersei's carriage behind him. The queen looked at them from a distance and finally realized why Tyrion took the initiative to talk.

Attis smiled: "That's too much, my Lord Tyrion." After saying that, he rode away from Tyrion.

"Damn, I'm getting off topic." Tyrion patted his head in annoyance, watching Artis walk away, and the blue moon falcon flag of the valley fluttering in the distance.

There are also in the evening

I like the character of Tyrion so much, so I focus on describing his mental journey

In fact, I have been trying to add some of the style of the original Ice and Fire, except for POV, which is too difficult to control and too challenging to write. If you want to try POV, there is a book next door called "Ice and Fire Blood Wolf Spring Dawn" that I can recommend. It should be the novel that fits the original best.