The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Wallis took a sip of wine and said, "Oh, it's as sweet as summer, and the grapes are singing on the tip of my tongue."

Tyrion Lannister watched Varys perform silently.

Varys suppressed some of the smile on his face and said: "Prime Minister Tyrion, I promise that I have served Prime Minister Arryn and Prime Minister Stark to the best of my ability, but..."

Shaking his head slightly, his face showed some grievance, and continued: "They have their own rules for doing things, and they are determined. As the intelligence chief that everyone hates, there is really nothing I can do."

Tyrion swung the wine in his glass and said, "What about me?"

Wallis smiled lightly and held his hands together as usual: "You are the wisest Prime Minister I have ever seen..."

Tyrion grinned: "But?"

Wallis was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "You know what power is, or what real power is, but..."

Having said this, Varys moved his lips and shook his head with a smile: "The Wisdom Fountain of Casterly Rock loves you."

He first complimented and then said: "Prime Minister Tyrion, your sword is very scary. Fear will make people want to resist, and the consequences will become unpredictable."

Tyrion's two-colored eyes trembled slightly, and he swung his wine glass and said, "Sooner or later, the two Baratheon brothers will fight against King's Landing. I have to prepare for the war. I don't have time to play with other people."

Wallis nodded, sighed and said, "It's so difficult to understand each other's difficulties..."

Tyrion shrugged, "I have to."

Wallis nodded slightly and said with a smile: "This is the firm will of the Prime Minister. You see... I still can't stop it."

Tyrion laughed: "Lord Varys, I might follow in the footsteps of the previous prime ministers... Well, I think poisoning may be better than swallowing alive. I am very curious about my end."

Wallis smiled and said: "The fact that you are willing to say this shows that you are not worried about the future."

Tyrion picked up the wine glass and took a sip, and said, "To my kind father."

Varys nodded in agreement: "Indeed, Lord Tywin will never allow others to harm a Lannister."

Tyrion murmured in a voice he could hear: "Lannister."

Seeing that Tyrion was a little distracted, Varys added: "Master Prime Minister, I have to admit that you did a really good job this time! You sitting in this position makes me more confident in the future of the kingdom."

Tyrion stretched out his hand to rub his temples and said, "You mean the golden robe?"

Varys's voice seemed to be sighing: "Queen Cersei controls King's Landing with two swords. Only a few people don't know this."

Tyrion grinned: "Among the few people, my good sister must be included."

Hearing Tyrion's joke, Varys suddenly became nervous: "Your Majesty Prime Minister, the Queen Mother is your biological sister. I don't dare to make fun of her."

Tyrion said nothing: "Lord Varys, this is just a private joke. This is because I am gradually trusting you. Continue."

Varys bowed slightly before continuing: "One sword left King's Landing voluntarily, while the other sword was forced to leave. Of course... there is also a new sword, a decorative sword."

Tyrion's eyes rolled slightly. He felt that Varys seemed to be testing something. What did he want to know? The real reason why Grimm left King's Landing?

Why did the eunuch want to know this answer... He was silent for a while and said: "The person I really want to thank is my good sister. The Sword of Loyalty will not disobey orders, even if it is unreasonable."

Varys's eyes flickered and he paused. He seemed to be regretting: "At least I left the whirlpool of King's Landing..."

Tyrion laughed and said bluntly: "Maybe Lord Green is homesick."

Varys sighed: "The constant in the Red Keep is that the big fish eats the small fish."

Tyrion didn't seem to understand Varys's allusion: "Lord Varys, be happy, my sister and the Kingsguard with beautiful cloaks."

Varys lamented: "When Ser Barristan Selmy was expelled, he threw his sword to the Iron Throne, but he also took away the remaining honor of the Kingsguard."

Tyrion laughed: "Do eunuchs also understand honor?"

Wallis's eyes moved slightly, he paused, and he showed a sly smile: "Of course the eunuch doesn't understand what honor is, but I think... our views on honor may have a lot in common."

"Ha, I like your honesty."

Tyrion raised his glass and said: "Strange to say, I find that I like you more and more. Is it because I am half-human..."

He put down the wine glass and added: "I am small, my feet are underdeveloped, and women are not interested in me, but the gods in the sky are kind to me. I am still a man, and one day I may get married and have children.

If the gods are kind, my son will have the looks of Jaime and the mind of Tywin. And you, you can’t even have such a dream..."

After a pause, Tyrion said seriously: "Dwarfs are a prank by the gods in the sky, but eunuchs are a sin made by mortals on earth. Varys, what is your true identity?"

Wallis' expression remained unchanged: "Master Prime Minister, as you said, there are not many choices for eunuchs. I just want to be a servant of the kingdom. If possible, with my little ability, I hope to serve someone who can make the kingdom stable. Strength. Therefore, I will try my best every time for my small wish."

Tyrion stared at Varys for a while, he tilted his head and said, "Power?"

Varys smiled and said: "Power is a wonderful thing... Prime Minister Tyrion, have you ever thought about the riddle I guessed for you in the tavern that day?"

"I thought about it once or twice..."

Tyrion nodded slightly and said: "King, monk, rich man, who will die? Who will live? Lord Varys, this is a riddle without an answer, or... there are too many answers, it depends on the sword in your hand. How does that person choose.”

Wallis smiled lightly: "But he is nothing. He has no crown, no gold and silver jewelry, and no favor from the gods. He only has the sharp sword in his hand."

Tyrion's eyes trembled slightly: "The sword has the power to decide life and death."

Varys nodded, and the smile on his face gradually faded: "Since it is the person holding the sword who truly determines our life and death, why do we pretend to admit that the person sitting on the Iron Throne has power?

For example, why should this strong man with a sword in his hand have to obey a little boy like Joffrey, or a drunkard and rough guy like his father? "

Tyrion moved and leaned back on the chair, saying, "Because little boys and drunkards can command other strong men, and they also have swords."

Varys stared at Tyrion: "In that case, are they the ones who really have power? If so, where did their swords come from? Who will they choose to listen to?"

After a pause, he smiled slightly and continued: "Some people say that knowledge is power, some say that power comes from the gods, and some even say that power comes from the law.

However, that day, in the square of Baelor's Cathedral, our devout archbishop, legal regent, and many noble nobles present were powerless to do anything to the rioting people.

Ever since I came to the Red Keep as the intelligence chief, I have seen powerful people die one by one for various reasons. I have been thinking about who killed them. Maybe... could it be controlled by the person who controls the power? Caused by the power that one cannot bear? "

Tyrion said with great interest: "Lord Varys, it seems you have found the answer."

Wallis smiled and shook his head: "I dare not say it is the answer. The intelligence chief is an observer. A pair of ordinary eyes can see many things and things... What I see is that power exists in the human heart. What do people believe in power? , everything is strength, neither more nor less."

Tyrion reached for the wine glass and said, "Sounds like power is a trick?"

Wallis also picked up the wine glass and said: "Power is like a shadow on a wall. Even a short person can cast a huge shadow."

Tyrion laughed: "I like you, Lord Varys."

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Crab Claw Peninsula, Lyanna Manor.

Green Kleb looked at Housekeeper Sulana, and she shrugged helplessly.

Green tapped his chin, took steps forward, and said, "Sulana, let's go together."

Surana walked and said: "My master, Miss Lyanna is not hiding from you on purpose. She doesn't know how to face you."

Green raised his eyebrows and said, "My cousin didn't mistakenly think that I would force her to drink moon tea, right?"

After walking silently for a few steps, Sulana slowly said: "My master, please forgive me for being presumptuous. Your laws in the Kleb Territory are easily feared."

Green thought for a moment and reconfirmed that he had not yet enacted such territorial laws.

"Surana, you mean I'm misunderstood... right?"

Surana gave a rare smile and said respectfully: "I have experience. It is easy to think too much when you are pregnant, and you like to imagine bad things."

Green glanced at Sulana walking beside him: "..., that's understandable."

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In the small hall, Lyanna Kleb slowly sat on the chair with the support of Yulia.

Green glanced at her belly and said gently: "Cousin Lyanna, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Lyanna said slightly uneasily: "Green, I..."

After waiting for a while, seeing Lyanna struggling to speak, Green spoke up: "Why do you want to keep this child?"

After a pause, he added: "We are relatives, you can tell me the reason directly."

A mist appeared in Lyanna's eyes, and she whispered: "I don't want to get married, but I want to have a child of my own."

Yulia and Sulana both glanced at Green who was silent.

After a moment of silence, Green said: "I understand."

He added: "This manor really needs an heir."

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At night, candlelight flickers in the study.

Green's slender fingers tapped on the desk. Next to it was a letter received this evening. It was reported that Renly Baratheon was proclaimed King of the Seven Kingdoms at Bitterbridge in Howan Land, and was called Renly I, his queen. It's Margaery Tyrell.

Green was thinking that Lord Stannis must have also learned the news... If Green was not a time traveler, he would never have thought that Stannis would lead a few thousand troops directly to Storm's End, intending to fight against Renly's ten Tens of thousands of soldiers and horses decide the decisive battle...the law...is both stubborn and tough.

Green's fingers paused, he reached for the map of Westeros, stood up and unfolded it on the table.

Green first looked at the location of Storm's End, then stretched out his finger and pointed at Crab Island, a small island in the eastern direction of Crab Claw Peninsula.

Green pinched his chin and fixed his gaze on Seagull Town in the valley.

Green's eyes trembled slightly... He regretted Jon's departure, otherwise he would have trained a general who could lead an army on his own.

Green looked at the Crab Island on the map again, and without hesitation he made a decision... The time has not come yet, and he will wait for the fruit to ripen further before picking it.

Green picked up Varys's letter... The sworn knights of the Lannister family left Casterly Rock with two thousand free riders.

Green lowered his eyes and looked at the map. His eyes swept across Harrenhal and the Twins in the Riverlands.

Green returned to his chair... The chaos in Westeros is about to begin... The Vale... The Arryn family cannot stay... He needs a "murderer".

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Iron Islands, Pike City.

King Balon's study was as humid and drafty as usual.

Asha Greyjoy's smile was hateful: "Good brother, your sister is a shy girl!"

Theon Greyjoy glanced at his father sitting in front of the brazier, blushed, and whispered: "Then you should never marry. When I become king, the first thing I will do is throw you away. Be a silent nun.”

"What are you two talking about?"

King Balon's voice came, and Asha suddenly became "serious". This was the sister in Xion's sight.

"I plan to send you as the vanguard, Theon. You will lead eight longships and sail north. Your mission is to raid the rocky coast, plunder the fishing villages along the coast, and sink every ship in sight. Maybe you can bring a few northern My lord leads us from their stone fortress. Aeron will follow you, and Dagmor Cleftjaw."

Theon didn't even listen carefully to what was going on. He said in disbelief: "Father, are you sure you will only give me eight ships? What can eight ships do?"

King Balon said coldly: "I have everything planned. All you need to do is listen, Theon."

Theon felt like he had been slapped... His father didn't trust his abilities. He was given the task of plundering, burning down the fishermen's huts, and raping their ugly daughters, and he couldn't even do this. Self-determination, isn't this just an attempt to ostracize him and show off to him!

Theon clenched his fists.

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Essos, city-state of Viserys, west port.

With a creak, Jon Snow, Little Griffin, and Raleigh stepped off the long plank and stepped off the ship.

Little Griffin glanced at the surrounding environment with great interest, and suddenly reached out and patted Jon beside him.

He smiled and said, "Hey, Jon, are you thinking about that red-haired girl again?"

Jon smiled and replied: "Little Griffin, her name is Renelle."

Little Griffin shrugged helplessly: "I know, I know, I'm actually envious of you."