The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Tyrion laughed and said: "Haha, brother, you have such extravagant hopes! How can Lannister hope for ridiculous happiness? What we want in life is unlimited power."

Tyrion's tone changed as he spoke, full of sarcasm.

James shrugged bitterly.

The two Lannister brothers were distracted and said nothing.

After a while, Queen Cersei's maid walked over, bowed and saluted: "Sir Jaime, Her Royal Highness the Queen, please come over."

Tyrion interjected: "Didn't my sister, who is weak at the moment, call my favorite brother by the way? Well... your expression tells me that I did not receive the invitation!"

Tyrion jumped down from the guardrail, straightened his clothes, and took a step forward: "When my sister sees me now, her mood will only get worse. Let's go. I hope my sister can be happy!"

After saying that, Tyrion turned his back to James, raised his right hand and shook it back, and kept walking away.

James stared at the little back, feeling Tyrion's loneliness, and opened his mouth.

James knew in his heart that Tyrion had a kind heart, and Cersei had never hidden her dislike for Tyrion, but Tyrion never really hated Cersei because of this. On the contrary, Tyrion had always longed for family affection.

Every time Cersei is in trouble, Tyrion's little figure will always appear nearby where Cersei can't see it, but never close.

Jaime likes his younger brother very much, but his favorite Cersei has hated Tyrion since she was a child.

Jaime has tried hard, but failed. Now Jaime only hopes that the relationship between Cersei and Tyrion will not be worse for his own sake.

Red Castle, Queen's Bedroom.

Cersei, who was sitting in front of the dressing table, seemed not to care at all about the scars on her face being seen by others. She raised her chin slightly and smiled, but her tone was cold: "Jaime, I want you to kill Robert."

James was startled, and pressed Cersei's weak shoulders with both hands: "Cersei, I understand your anger, but we can't be impulsive. Robert is the king, and I am the king's Kingsguard, and..."

Cersei pushed Jaime away angrily, as if she heard something particularly ridiculous: "Jaime the Kingslayer, are you telling me about the duties of the Kingsguard?"

When James heard the words "Kingslayer", his palms clenched slightly, and an angry look flashed across his face.

James suppressed his anger and persuaded in a low voice: "Cersei, you can't be impulsive. Robert is not that easy to kill. If you are not careful, it will bring disaster to Lannister. Father will not let us go."

Jaime mentioned Lannister, which actually calmed Cersei down for a moment.

A look from the old lion Tywin Lannister made the memory of him not even daring to breathe resurface in his mind. Ever since he became the queen, he thought it had dissipated, but now he discovered that the memory was still so profound and terrifyingly clear.

Jaime walked behind Cersei and hugged her gently.

Cersei, who was still angry, didn't want Jaime touching her. She tried a few times, but when she couldn't break free, she let Jaime hold her.

James felt Cersei's warmth, and he was willing to tolerate everything about her.

Cersei's beautiful eyes trembled slightly, but what came to her mind was Baron Greenkleb in the Crab Claw Peninsula.

She felt it was time to master a sword of her own, a sword that was truly her own, not subject to Lannister or anyone else.

According to the information provided by Maester Pycelle, this young baron is very good at fighting and defeated 20,000 people with only 1,000 people.

A sword sharp enough.

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Whispering City, Lord's Study Room.

Green took a sip of the sour red wine that he missed a bit. Green frowned, it still didn't taste good!

Back in Whispering City, Green seemed to be in a good mood: "So, Bachelor Al, did you tell Bachelor City that we defeated 20,000 people in one battle with a thousand men?"

Bachelor Al grinned, revealing the few remaining teeth: "I originally wanted to write about defeating 30,000 people, but I was worried about scaring the old guys out of their minds, so I changed the number to a smaller number, huh huh."

Green showed a smile: "Dear Bachelor Al, I sincerely thank you for your continued support."

Bachelor Al stood up tremblingly and nodded to Green: "Lord Baron, you are right. Learning to show one's strength is also one of the important strategies. Since you want to enter the Red Keep, you are joining the game of power. Silently Being nameless not only brings contempt, but also silent death. I just want to tell the big shots in advance through the Maester City that Lord Randyll Tarly is not the only one who can fight."

"Your kind heart is worried that Bachelor City may hold me accountable in the future and affect my reputation. But I am already very old. I just want to do my part for you while I can still move. You and Bachelor City, my loyalty will always be to you.”

Bachelor Al blinked: "You have shown strong military capabilities, and I don't have to worry. You may have to climb into the bed of ladies for the sake of our territory."

Green smiled up at him.

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Whispering City, Blacksmith Workshop.

Menton stretched out his arms and stretched out his belly, letting the craftsmen measure the size.

After taking the measurements, the blacksmith said respectfully: "Mr. Menton has a very strong physique. He needs about two and a half plate armors."

Herschel: "How long does it take to make a full suit of plate armor?"

"Master Manager, if we have enough manpower, it can be completed in two months."

Butler Herschel pondered for a while, then put his hands on his belly, which was much smaller than Menton: "Master Green will set off in a week at the latest, and Menton will accompany him. The plate armor... build a suit for Menton first. A pair of breastplates, and at the same time arrange for someone to dismantle the ready-made chainmail armor and transform it into a size suitable for Monton..."

"I'll give you five days."