The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

"Haha...hiss...I really can't bear to wake up. It's rare that our family loves each other..."

As he spoke, Tyrion's tone was sarcastic: "It doesn't have to be in the dream, just exclude me. My father loves my brother, and my brother loves my sister. No wonder my father and sister don't like me. It turns out that my existence hinders the family." of harmony.”

After a pause, he smiled again: "It's such a pity that the Lannister giant didn't die."

Green said angrily: "Mr. Giant, remember to bring a guard with you when you go out in the future."

Tyrion chuckled and said: "When I can get out of bed, I will personally select a few people. I cherish my life and I don't dare to gamble on luck anymore."

Green smiled, picked up the flagon and poured wine for Tyrion.

Tyrion raised his glass and took a sip of wine. He was silent for a while and said solemnly: "Green, thank you. I owe you my life."

Green's eyes trembled slightly, and his delicate face showed some doubts: "I think you should be grateful to the old bachelor."

"My sister is so lucky..."

Tyrion murmured and then said: "Mr. Earl, my brother has a sword, but I have a big head. Damn Maester Pycelle kept feeding me poppy milk until I heard the sound of you, and I couldn't wake up." Come."

Green looked at Tyrion and sighed softly: "Tyrion, I underestimated your wisdom... I'm sorry, sometimes the truth is cruel, and you still need to recover. Now is not a good time to tell you the truth. "

Tyrion grinned: "I thought you would cover for Cersei."

Green shrugged: "If you hide this kind of thing, unprepared people will lose their lives sooner or later. Tyrion, we are friends, and I don't want to see you being taken care of by the Silent Sisters."

"Hiss...haha..."

Tyrion grinned for a while and said, "You can help me keep an eye on it when the time comes. I don't want to... forget it, that's my glory."

After saying that, he showed a lewd look again.

Green: "..."

After chatting for a while, Tyrion suddenly said: "Green, aren't you worried about the lioness's roar? If Cersei knows that someone is hindering her good deeds, she will definitely not let you go easily."

Green spread his hands: "Tyrion, do you think I have any other options? I can also find Sir Jaime, but unfortunately, the Warden of the East was not in King's Landing at the time."

Tyrion smiled as if he was very happy: "What a pity."

After laughing, he said seriously: "What should I do? I think you must have figured out how to deal with it."

Green tapped his chin and said slowly: "It is common for doctors to be injured by unconscious and seriously injured people during treatment. The little devil in the coma is still alert and seems to have noticed something is wrong... He suddenly woke up and struggled violently, causing the old maester to lose a finger. As a result, there was too much movement and he had to stop his action."

"Haha, you are really my good sister."

Tyrion sighed with emotion at first, then moved his eyes slightly and said, "Pycelle lost a finger?"

Green looked at Tyrion: "Gods bless you."

Tyrion grinned: "Then I really have to thank the gods for his old man."

Tyrion lowered his head and thought for a while, then said, "Won't Pycelle tell the truth?"

Green shook his head slightly: "Tyrion, you are a Lannister. Pycelle is more afraid that someone will reveal this matter to the old lion in the West. You should know better than me what debt must be repaid.

Moreover, our Queen has never issued a direct order from beginning to end. It can also be said that Pycelle is smart... Therefore, he will try his best to persuade Queen Cersei. "

Tyrion's eyes trembled, he took a sip of wine and said: "For your own good, his own good, and everyone's good, it seems that I have to forget this matter."

With a sneer, he continued: "The impression is so profound. My head is big, but I still have to be a well-behaved younger brother like before. It's really embarrassing."

Green leaned on the back of his chair and said, "A very smart choice, unless Lord Tywin is on your side."

"My father? I would rather believe that a White Walker kissed me."

Although Tyrion's voice was teasing, Green felt the suppressed anger.

The atmosphere in the room became a little heavy.

After a pause, Green said with a smile: "Tyrion, you are indeed a lion."

Tyrion raised his eyes and looked at Green suspiciously.

Green spread his hands, with a hint of disgust on his face.

"When I came here, you were still in a coma. But not long after, you kept saying the name of a certain beauty. I had to sigh at that time. The injured lion still did not forget his preferences."

Tyrion frowned, he had a vague impression.

"I thought that bringing that beauty here might help you recover. So, I specifically asked Maester Pycelle for his opinion, but he told me...according to your injury, even the beauty can do it right now. Nothing, the lion can only roar."

Tyrion grinned: "Why do I feel that you have no good intentions? Do you really want to see that scene?"

The corners of Green's lips curled up slightly, and he joked: "Tyrion, this is a rare opportunity. I also ordered my men to bring her to encourage you to recover as soon as possible. It's a pity that they have searched all over the country in the past few days. Even in the small women’s branch, we couldn’t find that beauty named Tessa.”

Tyrion's smile froze, and he remembered the dream of seeing Tysa.

Green glanced at Tyrion, who had an uneasy expression on his face, and said: "Tyrion, you are already awake. Don't ask me to run errands for you. Besides, you need to continue to recover from your injuries. Now is not a good time to show off the majesty of a lion." .”

Tessa...that dream was too clear, and memories that he had buried deeply but didn't want to recall emerged one after another. He remembered his first time with Tessa, how she didn't know what to do, was no better than him... The two of them kept bumping noses, and when they finally touched, he remembered her trembling.

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Tyrion's expression was bitter: "Green, there is no need to look for her, and I won't look for her either. That was my former wife."

Green said in surprise: "Wife...are you married?"

Tyrion nodded slightly: "Well, I remember that wedding. The officiant was a drunken monk, and the witnesses were a bunch of pigs. My wife and I used our witnesses to hold the wedding banquet. Tessa fed me bones, I licked the grease from her hands. After eating and drinking, we rolled onto the bed laughing..."

Green frowned slightly and said, "It sounds wonderful, but the expression on your face tells me it's not wonderful."

Tyrion's voice was sarcastic: "It's been a wonderful time... Oh, my wife, Lady Tysa."

Green poured wine into the wine glass in Tyrion's hand: "Did something happen? I never heard you mention her."

Tyrion first drank more than half of the wine in the glass in one gulp, and said in deep thought: "My Lady Tessa comes from the Silverface family. Their family's coat of arms is one hundred and one coins on a blood-stained bed sheet. One hundred silver coins and one gold coin. Our marriage was very short... For a dwarf, this is probably retribution."

Green murmured: "The Silverface family..."

He thought for a moment and then said: "A handful of silver coins? Tyrion, this is a very strange and strange family name."

Tyrion said angrily: "Earl Green, for the first time, I hate a smart person!"

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Red Keep, Throne Room.

The Iron Throne is a chair made of steel and full of ferocious spikes and twisted metal. It is large and ancient.

It is said that Aegon the Conqueror asked Balerion, the Black Death, to use the flames to melt thousands of swords discarded by the enemy when they surrendered. It was just forged into a throne, and it took a total of fifty-nine days to hammer and hammer it. The final product is what it is today. The edge of the seat is as sharp as a razor, and there are barbs and tangled hunchbacked black monsters everywhere.

Lord Eddard is sitting on the high Iron Throne. He is wearing a white linen coat with the direwolf emblem of the Stark family embroidered on the chest. His black wool cloak is fastened with the silver hand emblem symbolizing the position of Hand of the King. At the neck.

The crowd who came to petition gathered at the gate, knights and ladies stood under the tapestry, and commoners were in the corridor. Surrounding the throne room are heavily armed guards, wearing gold or gray cloaks and standing majestically.

The back of the Iron Throne is covered with sharp spikes, making it impossible to lean on. Lord Eddard was thinking that this chair could kill someone...if the legend was true, it actually did.

Lord Eddard thought it was a particularly uncomfortable iron chair, just as Robert had warned.

It is said that when Aegon the Conqueror ordered his blacksmiths to use the abandoned weapons when the enemy surrendered to cast a large chair, he once said... A king cannot sit comfortably.

The longer Duke Eddard sat, the harder his butt became.

Damn that arrogant fellow Aegon!

Robert and his hunting games deserve to die... With Robert away from King's Landing, Lord Eddard had to temporarily sit on the Iron Throne in Robert's place to handle the petitions of his subjects.

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Varys, who was under the throne, whispered: "Are you sure they are not robbers?"

A group of villagers knelt down on one knee. Regardless of men, women, old or young, they were all dressed in tatters, covered in blood, and their faces were full of fear.

The middle-aged knight who brought the villagers in to testify snorted coldly and said contemptuously: "Robbers? Lord Varys, that's right. Of course they are robbers! They are robbers from the Lannister family!"

The atmosphere in the throne room became tense, and everyone present, regardless of their origin, listened with bated breath.

The knights accused and the villagers testified.

It is said that a village on the northwest border of the Reach was burned, killed, and looted, and it was suspected that it was the old tribe of the Magic Mountain.

The middle-aged knight's eyes were filled with sadness. He pointed at the villagers kneeling on the ground and said, "Your Majesty Prime Minister, these are the only people left in the village. All the other villagers are dead."

Duke Edd glanced at the group of people below and ordered: "You all get up."

The running wolves in the north never believed what a person said while kneeling.

Everyone struggled to get up, and one of the old men had to be helped to stand up.

"Sir, those masked men set fire to the house, and they planned to kill me, but they didn't catch me."

"They came from the north in the middle of the night and burned down the fields and houses!"

"Anyone who dares to stop me will die. But sir, they are not robbers, because they are not here to steal anything. After they slaughtered my cow, they left the body there to feed the flies and crows."

"They also trampled my child to death. They laughed while riding on the horse, chased him around, and poked him with guns, thinking it was a game. The child just ran like this, screaming. Stop, and finally fell to the ground and was stabbed to death by the guy."

"Sir, they also killed my mother. Then they... they..."

The middle-aged knight added: "They don't even spare women holding babies in their arms."

Wallis said in shock: "Oh, it's really scary. How could someone be so cruel?"

Lord Eddard leaned forward, his voice filled with anger: "What evidence do you have that they are Lannister men? Do they wear red cloaks or carry lion banners?"

The villagers all shook their heads.

The middle-aged knight calmly replied: "Your Excellency, Prime Minister, they are all riding horses and wearing armor, holding stainless steel spears and swords in their hands, as well as battle axes used to slaughter villagers."

After speaking, he pointed at one of the villagers and said, "You, yes, it's you. It doesn't matter if you say it. Tell the Prime Minister everything you said to me."

The villager lowered his head and said: "Sir, they are all riding war horses. I have worked in a stable for many years and can see the difference. None of the horses they ride are used to plow fields. I dare to say that Swear in the name of God.”

Pycelle, who was under the throne, spoke tremblingly: "Prime Minister Ed, those horses may have been snatched by bandits from somewhere else."

Duke Eddard ignored Pycelle and asked the villagers: "How many people are there in this group of bandits?"

"A lot of people."

"There are fewer people than in the villages and they have a lot of horses."

"About 50 people..."

"Hundreds of people, sir!"

The villagers talked a lot.

The middle-aged knight first waved his hand to signal them to be quiet, and then said: "Your Majesty Prime Minister, there are at least 100 people, and each of them has a horse."

"You said they didn't carry a flag... but what about the armor they wore? Did any of you notice the patterns or decorations on it, or the family crests on the shields and helmets?"

The middle-aged knight shook his head: "Master Prime Minister, as far as I know, the armors they wear are all ordinary. But..."

He glanced at the crowd around him and said loudly: "When those people were burning and killing, I heard them shouting several times... Revenge for the Mountain! Only the old people of the Mountain would call Gregor Clegane the Mountain. grown ups!"

Buzz!

There were whispers under the windows and at the far end of the hall, and uneasy voices came from the corridor outside.

The necklace symbolizing his position on Maester Pycelle couldn't help but collide: "Mr. Knight, others may also know the habit of calling him, because others can also call him this way on purpose."

Wallis also echoed: "Yes, this will make our Prime Minister very embarrassed. You'd better have more direct evidence."

Duke Mace Tyrell, who had been sitting quietly aside, stood up. The golden rose coat of arms on his body shone brightly. Everyone's eyes focused on him, and the hall gradually became quiet.

Duke Mace's face was gloomy, he puffed up his chest, and said coldly: "Pycelle, Varys, your doubts are not important! Duke Stark and Tyrell safeguard the rights of the Reach in the name of the king. Peace, regardless of whether the person who broke the peace is a Lannister or not, in the name of the Duke of Highgarden, I demand blood repayment and seek justice for the people of the Reach."