The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Red Keep, Maester's Tower.

With a smile on his face, Maester Pycelle said respectfully: "Lord Green, the old maester is at your disposal."

Green smiled and said, "Grand Maester Pycelle, you must have been very busy these days."

After listening to Green's words, Pycelle looked worried: "There are many seriously injured people, so I can only do my best... Oh, Gods bless you."

Green raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you mean there is still a possibility of the deceased?"

Pycelle sighed and said: "The main reason is that the injuries are too serious. No one can guarantee that they will all wake up... It's okay if they can wake up... If they can't wake up... they may never wake up. We can only pray to the gods for mercy."

After finishing speaking, Pycelle shook his head regretfully.

Green's brown eyes moved, staring at Pycelle for a while, and then said: "Grand Maester is merciful, it seems that the injured who will never wake up include Tyrion Lannister."

After Green's words fell, Pycelle's body couldn't help but stiffen.

There was a hesitant look on Pycelle's face, and he tentatively said: "Lord Green, what do you mean..."

What an old fox... Green took a few steps, got closer to Pycelle, and reached out to grab his shoulder.

After Pycelle staggered a few steps, Green pushed him down into a chair.

"Maester Pycelle, you are not candid enough."

With that said, Green pointed to the quill and parchment, and continued: "It's only been a few days, why did you do bad things again? Come on..."

Green picked up a blank piece of parchment and placed it in front of Pycelle, saying, "Write everything down. If there is any concealment or dishonesty... you know the consequences, Grand Maester Pycelle."

"Master Green, I..."

Pycelle glanced at Green who was looking down at him and couldn't speak any more. The hand covered with age spots tremblingly picked up the quill.

After writing a few lines, Pycelle suddenly burst into tears and cried: "Lord Green, I can't betray Queen Cersei!"

Green pulled out the dagger that Pycelle was familiar with, and he immediately became quiet.

"Maester Pycelle, do you want to blame Queen Cersei?"

Pycelle explained in panic: "But, I am telling the truth! In order for the little devil's injury to get better as soon as possible, let him sleep more, preferably all the time. This is what she hinted to me, really! "

Green pulled a chair across from the table and sat down.

"Maester Pycelle, a hint is not a direct order. There must be no stain on the noble Queen Cersei."

Pycelle looked like an ordinary old man who was panicking, but in his heart... wasn't Earl Green a member of Duke Stark? !

Pycelle was very confused. In fact, Lord Greene had always been Queen Cersei's man? Or hedging your bets?

Or is there another big shot hiding behind him?

Who is that? Could it be a Targaryen?

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Pycelle said carefully: "Then how should I write?"

"Just write the facts. Don't you want to secretly kill Tyrion Lannister?"

"I suffered..., I am a doctor, if I am not forced by others, I have no reason to do harmful things...ah..."

A cold light flashed by, and half of the white beard that reached Maester Pycelle's chest was cut off by Green's dagger.

"Don't test my patience..."

As he spoke, Green frowned. He smelled the smell of urine.

"Maester Pycelle, do you know how to write now?"

Maester Pycelle felt desperate. He could feel that the young man in front of him had murderous intentions towards him.

I am the Lord Chancellor, isn't this young Earl worried... He thought of the evidence he was forced to unload that night, and Prime Minister Stark... Pycelle found in despair that he was really not afraid of killing him.

As long as I can live, one day... Pycelle choked up and said: "Lord Green, I will be your loyal servant from now on. Please forgive my ignorance, I will write it now!"

Pycelle wiped his tears from time to time as he wrote, looking very pitiful.

Green touched the handle of the sword. Maester Pycelle shook his body, and his pitiful posture disappeared immediately.

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"Lord Green, I have written it."

"Rewrite, don't forget that you and Tyrion have no grudges."

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"Lord Green, I have written it."

"Rewrite, how dare you slander Sir James?"

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"..., rewrite."

"..., rewrite."

"..., rewrite."

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"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Master Green, please give some guidance to this poor servant."

Green tapped the table with his slender fingers and said, "Maester Pycelle, you should know very well that Duke Tywin does not like his dwarf second son, right?"

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Green finally showed a look of satisfaction, and Maester Pycelle finally exhaled. He felt that if he couldn't write well this time, he would have to explain it here. Fortunately, he finally saved his life.

Green collected the parchment written by Pycelle and said: "Pycelle, you are tired. This is good. You have one more path."

Pycelle tried his best to smile and expressed his gratitude respectfully.

Green shook the rolled parchment in his hand and said, "Don't worry, this is a secret between the two of us. The Prime Minister is not interested in this kind of thing."

Pycelle was stunned. He hurriedly stood up and knelt in front of Green, crying: "Lord Green, I don't want to put on black clothes. I don't want to go to the Great Wall. Please help me!"

Lord Green did not dislike the strong smell of urine on Pycelle. He stood up and helped Pycelle up personally.

"After all, you still have to remain loyal to the Lannister. It will be difficult for you to go against Queen Cersei's wishes."

After a pause, Green added: "We are our own people. I will not send you to the bitterly cold Great Wall. You can just sit at the Imperial Council seat with peace of mind."

A bright light flashed through Pycelle's cloudy eyes, and he burst into tears: "Thank you, Lord Green, Pycelle will always be at your disposal."

Green nodded his chin slightly and said, "There is one more thing."

Pycelle, who had his face downcast, moved his eyes and said respectfully: "Please give me your orders."

The corners of Green's mouth curved slightly.

He put his hand on Pycelle's shoulder and said: "Maester Pycelle, I thought we were already our own people, but your previous performance disappointed me."

Green noticed that Pycelle's body stiffened for a moment.

"It seems that you also realized that it was a mistake not to be honest with me, and you actually made a mistake..."

Pycelle's eyes were full of fear, and he hurriedly said: "Lord Green, I... I... under your guidance... I will never dare to do this again next time. I promise, I swear to the gods."

Green patted Pycelle with his hand: "Very good, I believe you once."

Before Pysil could breathe a sigh of relief, he continued: "This time, you can choose for yourself."

Pycelle's heart skipped a beat, and he said tremblingly: "Sir...sir, what...choose?"

Green looked out the window, paused, looked away, and said, "Before sunrise tomorrow."

Green looked at the old Pycelle and said, "Whether it's a finger or an ear, you can choose a body part and send it to me before sunrise tomorrow."

Pycelle said in horror: "Lord Green, I have..."

Green interrupted: "I can also help you choose."

Pycelle slumped on the stone slab on the ground like soft clay.

Green looked down at the gloomy Pycelle and said coldly: "The prerequisite for being a good person is to be honest. Otherwise, how can we trust each other? If there is no trust, how can we let you continue to sit in the Royal Council with peace of mind."

Pycelle suddenly raised his head, gritted his teeth and said, "I was originally the royal minister!"

Green didn't mind Pycelle's rebuttal, he just looked at Pycelle quietly.

Pycelle quickly realized what he had just done, and he expressed heart-wrenching regret and begging.

Green watched Pycelle's penetrating performance patiently. He waited until Pycelle could no longer shed tears and then said, "Maester Pycelle, I will respect your choice."

Pycelle said reluctantly: "Lord Green, I know many secrets, and I can tell you them all, as long as you forgive me this time..."

With a bang, Green pulled out the long sword from his waist, and the cold light on the sword made Pycelle scream.

"I'll help you choose, I choose..."

Green's eyes moved to Pycelle's neck: "Sit tight and don't move. You'll be fine soon."

Pycelle peed again.

"My lord, my lord, I made a mistake and must accept punishment. I will... no, I will... now..."

Pycelle stretched out a finger with a painful expression and begged: "I will cut off a finger now, and I will never dare to do it again next time. Please spare my life!"

After a moment of silence, Green said with some disappointment: "Next time, you won't have the right to choose."

Pycelle seemed to be crying with joy: "There will never be a next time, I swear to the gods!"

Green patted Pycelle, who was still frightened: "Because there are too many injured, and you even hurt yourself in order to treat them... Maester Pycelle, you have really worked hard."

"Do not disappoint me."

Green sheathed his sword, ignored Pycelle, and walked away.

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Tyrion suddenly realized that he had no mouth, and the flat skin covered his teeth without any gaps. He was terrified, how could he live without a mouth? So he started running towards the city not far away.

He was frightened. Am I dead? No, I am not dead. Although my mouth disappears, I am still alive... No, no, I am a lion, a lion!

When Tyrion woke up, it was dark, his eyes were confused, and the outlines around him were blurry. Tyrion felt dizzy that he was running a fever and was very exhausted. Even the movement of raising his hands caused pain all over his body. He did not dare to move.

There is a soft feather bed beneath me, a goose feather pillow behind my head, and a velvet canopy above my head... Where am I? Why here? Tyrion tried to remember.

Sword, I was struck by the sword, my face...Tyrion was unconscious.

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Tyrion arrives at a wonderful place, a cozy cabin on the shores of the setting sun. The walls were a little crooked and full of cracks, and the floor was compacted earth, but warm.

Tyrion didn't know why he was always smiling, and he always forgot to add wood to the fireplace to let the fire go out.

Every time the fire in the fireplace went out, the blurry-faced girl teased him about it.

Her voice was clear: "My Tyrion, I thought you were omnipotent."

He defended awkwardly: "That's the servant's job."

The girl chuckled: "We have no servants."

He grinned: "You have me, I am your servant."

The girl snorted: "You are a lazy servant! How do you deal with lazy servants in Casterly Rock, Lord Tyrion?"

He chuckled: "Kiss whoever is lazy."

The girl was amused and giggled: "No way! They will get beaten, I bet!"

He moved closer to the girl: "No, let's kiss him, like this."

As he spoke, he demonstrated: "First kiss the fingers, one by one, then kiss the wrist, yes, and then to the inside of the elbow, and then kiss their funny ears. Our servants all have funny ears."

He was so happy that he deliberately kept a straight face: "Don't laugh! Then, we kiss their faces, kiss their noses, there is a small mole on it, here... um... like this, and then kiss their cute foreheads , hair, lips, their...um, um...mouth...um..."

Time flies here so fast. He and the girl are lazily leaning on the bed, the sun shines on her hair, and she sings to him. He falls in love with a girl as beautiful as summer.

Before falling asleep at night, the girl whispered in his ear: "I love you, Tyrion. I love your lips, I love your voice, I love the words you say to me, I love the tenderness you give me, I love your face."

He's a dwarf: "My face?"

The girl smiled like a flower: "Yes, yes. I still love your hand and its warmth."

His love goes deeper: "It loves you too, my lady."

Girl Wandering: "I love saying your name, Tyrion Lannister. It suits me so well, and I don't mean Lannister, but the other half, Tyrion and Tessa. Tessa and Tyrion Leon, Tyrion...my Lord Tyrion..."

Tyrion saw clearly that the girl he fell in love with was Tessa!

Tyrion was furious, he was roaring! Lies, all false, all for money, she is a daughter-in-law, a daughter-in-law found by James, a gift from James, my wife of lies!

Tessa's face gradually faded away, melting into tears... Even so, Tyrion could still hear her distant and weak voice calling his name.

The dream is broken.

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"Maester Pycelle, these tears... why is he crying so sadly?"

Tyrion's eyes moved slightly, and he vaguely heard a familiar voice.

"Earl Green, I think he may be dreaming."

Green? The other one is...

"Tyrion, why are you crying? Your hands...are you worried that you will become Varys's companion?"

Sure enough, it was Green. He was very familiar with that tone of gloating!

By the way, where's Tessa? Where did she go? Why did she dare to show up!

Tyrion shook his mouth with difficulty: Tessa, Tessa, Tessa...

Green listened for a while, his eyes trembling slightly.

He turned his head and said, "Maester Pycelle, Tyrion keeps repeating the name Tessa, who is she?"

Tyrion: Yes, it's Tysa. Help me catch her before she escapes.

Maester Pycelle observed Tyrion, who had gauze wrapped around his entire head, and said, "Earl Green, he may be waking up soon. Tessa...I wonder if it's a girl he's in love with." female."

Tyrion: No, she's my wife! Yes, she is actually a female branch daughter! She was a gift from her brother to make him laugh!

Tyrion's eyes shot open.

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a week later.

Tyrion, who was leaning on the bedside, threw the mirror aside and said, "Beautiful!"

He brought the wine glass in his other hand to his mouth, took a sip, and said, "This is the real little Lannister devil. My father will definitely love me to death."

Green, who was sitting next to the bed, looked up and smiled.

"That would be a pleasant surprise. You can expect a kiss from Lord Tywin. Ser Jaime will be mad with jealousy."

Tyrion tried to laugh, but ended up tugging at his wounds, which was both painful and joyful.

When he stopped moving, Green picked up the flagon and poured wine for Tyrion.

"Hiss, the dream is so wonderful."

As he spoke, he took a sip of wine and continued: "I dreamed that blue monsters all over the mountains and plains surrounded Casterly Rock City and were in danger. There were red corpses everywhere, and the fearless little devil walked through there alone, alone!"

Tyrion took another sip of wine and said: "The blue monsters shivered in front of the little devil, and they all gave way to a road with no end in sight. I walked through it with my head held high... Then, I saved Casterly Rock!”

Green smiled and joked: "It seems that the monsters all over the mountains and plains were swallowed up by the little devil."

"Haha...hiss...the process is not important. What is important is that I saved the Lannister's ancestral castle alone. Hey, don't interrupt me, it will be more exciting later!"

Green shrugged.

"A grand celebration banquet was held for me in the hall of Casterly Rock. I sat on a high platform, and everyone raised their glasses to salute and cheer for the heroes who saved Casterly Rock. The bards sang about the heroic deeds of the little devil.

After the song was sung, Jaime left his seat and asked me to kneel down. Then he touched my shoulders lightly with his golden sword. When I stood up, the little Lannister demon became a knight.

My father also smiled approvingly, so I won’t mention this. His smile was so loving that it almost scared me awake. Beauties are waiting to embrace me, they call me the Lannister Giant..."

As he said that, Tyrion's expression changed.

Although Tyrion's face was covered with many bandages, Green could still see the lewd look on his face.

Tyrion lowered his voice: "My old sister actually tried to seduce me. She tried her best, but the little devil was indifferent... Even though it was just a dream, I still feel comfortable when I think of her trying to please me, hehe! "

A smile appeared on Green's face and he said: "Tyrion, it is indeed a wonderful dream, very wonderful. I wish your dream will come true."