The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Tyrion looked at Lord Tywin. His kind old father was still tough, and there was even a bit of heroism in his stern expression.

He looked at the various furnishings in the room casually. This used to be...his study.

Lord Tywin's voice sounded: "Sit down."

"As commanded."

Tyrion shrugged, limped over to the chair, and climbed up awkwardly. Lord Tywin frowned as he watched his dwarf son sit down on the chair in a "funny" manner.

Tyrion moved in his chair, pursed his lips and smiled, saying, "My legs are too short. I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

Duke Tywin ignored Tyrion's joke and said: "Tyrion, as the Chancellor of the Royal Council, you should handle the backlog of government affairs in the nearby Government Office."

After speaking, he pulled out a blank piece of parchment and spread it on the table in front of him, picked up the quill and dipped it in ink.

"I have some important letters to write." He began to wave the quill in his hand.

Tyrion understood his father's intention very well. If there was nothing else, the dwarf son could leave. If it were James... Even if he had nothing to do, he could still play freely in his father's study. He had been like this since he was a child.

When he was a child, he also imitated Jaime's actions, but... Thinking of this, Tyrion's eyes overflowed with sadness, but he quickly suppressed it.

Rustling, rustling, there was only the faint sound of the pen tip scratching on the paper in the quiet study.

His father looked the same, with a strong blond beard that hid his jaw and framed a stern face, a bald head and a closed mouth.

His eyes moved slightly and glanced at the prime minister's necklace hanging around his father's neck. That shiny golden thing once belonged to him.

Tyrion said, "This necklace looks great on you."

Lord Tywin kept holding the quill in his hand, and then said: "Well, it looks as good as wearing it on me."

The kind father still ignored him. Tyrion paused and grinned: "Lord Tywin, do you like your new position?"

Rustle, Duke Tywin raised his eyes and glanced at Tyrion while writing, and asked calmly: "Like it?"

"Yes."

Tyrion spread his hands and said, "At the beginning, I was so happy that I couldn't sleep."

Duke Tywin sneered slightly and said, "Very happy? So you used your position as prime minister to raise a daughter?"

Hearing this, Tyrion's expression froze for a moment, and he said in a sincere tone: "How could the wise Duke of Casterly Rock easily listen to Cersei's slander (Chapter 240)?"

The corners of his lips curled up: "Don't believe Cersei's tongue. I'm using the golden dragon in my pocket."

The quill in Lord Tywin's hand paused for a moment. He looked up at Tyrion who was smiling, and while writing, he said: "I gave you the honor of assisting the king, and I gave you real power. But you choose to be the same as before... obsessed with the daughter-in-law?"

Obsessed? Tyrion's eyes trembled imperceptibly, and he suspected that Lord Tywin might have known something.

He scratched his face and joked as if he didn't care: "I just have a drink with them occasionally...well, after I finish my business."

Duke Tywin frowned and said, "Tell me why you are looking for me."

Tyrion spread his hands and said: "The well-behaved son who was driven to Riverrun just after waking up from the battle (Chapter 258)... He finally returned to King's Landing. Shouldn't he greet his dear father first? ?”

"I received your greetings." Lord Tywin put down his quill and lowered his head to check what was written on the letter.

Tyrion moved in his chair and said: "I also want to... By the way, why did you put me on the chancellor's chair? You should know that what I am good at is enjoying wealth, not managing wealth. .”

After putting down the written letter, Lord Tywin leaned back in his chair. He stared at Tyrion for a while and said, "This is my reward for you."

"Aha……"

Tyrion leaned forward and said, "Is this a reward? I don't have the ability to pay off the royal family's debt of millions of golden dragons. Are you going to sell a dwarf to pay off the debt?"

Ever since Tyrion came in, Lord Tywin's voice seemed to have no emotional ups and downs: "You are a Lannister. Also, this is the Prime Minister's study, so don't make lame jokes."

Tyrion also leaned back on the chair, crossed his short legs, and said, "I heard the good news last night. My good cousin...Lancel was canonized as the Earl of Darry City."

Tyrion sat too casually, and a displeased look flashed across Lord Tywin's face.

He asked: "Are you envious of him? Very good, what do you want from me? Territory? Castle?"

What does he want... Tyrion took a breath secretly and smiled reluctantly: "Your Majesty, saying thank you would be a good start."

Lord Tywin stared at Tyrion intently and said: "Only monkeys and jugglers need the applause of others, as well as Aerys II. You are a Lannister, do you think that every time I contribute to the Lannister family, I will give you the applause?" , should I ask you to applaud me?”

After a pause, he continued: "You commanded very well when fighting Stannis. I acknowledge your contribution in it, and no one denies the role you played."

"My role?"

Lord Tywin's words made Tyrion very angry: "In my opinion, it was me who saved this damn King's Landing alone."

"wrong."

Duke Tywin still had a calm tone: "Everyone agrees that it was my surprise attack on Stannis's army that turned the tide of the war, and the Tyrell army also fought well. I heard that the wildfire that destroyed the Baratheon fleet was from you. Information obtained from Cersei."

Tyrion's voice was filled with irrepressible anger: "Haha, all I do is trim my nose hair, right?"

Duke Tywin shook his head slightly: "The iron rope is a good idea. It seals the victory for us. Is this what you want to hear from me? Also, I should also thank you for rescuing Jaime... Sir?"

When James' name was mentioned, his fist on the armrest of the chair tightened slightly.

Tyrion finally heard thanks from his father, but he thought it sounded more like ridicule.

Inexplicable grievance suddenly welled up in his heart, and his eyes couldn't help but feel slightly hot.

Duke Tywin's voice sounded: "There is another thank you. You sent the head of the Mountain to Sunspear and laid the foundation for the alliance between the Lannister family and the Martell family?"

Tyrion sniffed his golden nose and reminded his father: "In addition to marriage, the seat of the Royal Council is very attractive to Prince Martell."

Duke Tywin nodded slightly: "Yes, I will consider it carefully. Then, if there is nothing else..."

Tyrion took a breath and said, "Yes, you told me that you have some important letters to write."

He climbed off the chair, leaned forward, took a step towards the door, but stopped again.

Tyrion closed his eyes, calmed down, and turned to his father.

He said: "You just asked me...what do you want? Well, I will tell you, I want my legal rights, I want Casterly Rock City."

Lord Tywin's eyes left the letter and looked at Tyrion, a trace of disgust flashing in his eyes.

After a pause, he asked: "What about your brother?"

Tyrion replied: "Jaime is your eldest son and your heir, but he has become the Kingsguard, and marriage and inheritance are prohibited. Jaime has given up his inheritance to Casterly Rock from the day he put on his white robe. , but you never admit it. We won’t mention the past, but now I want you to declare me the heir to Casterly Rock in front of the lords of the West."

"Do you want Casterly Rock?" The golden pupils in Lord Tywin's pale green eyes glowed as if they were melting, but without any emotion.

Tyrion's hands clenched unconsciously and replied: "Father, I am also your son. According to the inheritance laws of the Seven Kingdoms, I am the legal successor."

After staring at the dwarf for a while, Duke Tywin's voice was filled with anger: "I will find you a mansion that is more suitable for your status as another reward for your outstanding contributions. When the time is right, you will get A position that will better serve the Lannister. And, if you serve the Lannister faithfully, you will be given a wife worthy of your station."

His chest heaved and he declared coldly: "Even if my body is eaten by maggots, I will not let you inherit Casterly Rock City."

My father's words... were sharp and full of poison. Perhaps he knew the answer before he spoke.

Knowing he wouldn't like his father's answer, Tyrion forced himself to ask: "Why?"

Lord Tywin suddenly raised his voice: "Why? Do you dare to ask why?"

He said angrily: "Your birth killed your mother, you are a shameful freak!"

"Your heart is full of jealousy and malice. You are full of lust and try to be clever."

"The laws of the Seven Kingdoms require you to bear my surname and wear my clothes, because I can't prove that you are not of my blood."

"To teach me the ways of humility, the gods forced me to watch you stagger around wearing the sigil of the lion, my father's sigil, my grandfather's sigil, the sigil of House Lannister!"

Finally, Lord Tywin gritted his teeth and said: "But neither the gods nor the law can force me to hand over Casterly Rock to you, to become your female branch, and to bring shame to the Lannister family!"

After a moment of solemn silence, Tyrion turned his head and wiped the corners of his eyes.

"You can leave now."

Duke Tywin stood up from his chair, looked down at his dwarf son, and said, "Don't mention the inheritance of Casterly Rock again."

Tyrion glanced at Lord Tywin and limped toward the door.

"By the way, there's more..."

Duke Tywin suddenly stopped him. Although Tyrion wanted to escape from here as soon as possible, he had to stop.

"Cersei told me that you threatened a female slave girl (Chapter 240)."

The old lion's voice was like ice: "Tell me, did she lie?"

His good sister did not lie. Tyrion could not deny this, but for Shae's safety, he could not admit it... If he admitted it, Lord Tywin would never let her go, just like Tywin back then. Sha...

He held on, not allowing himself to cry a little bit when he spoke: "You taught me that a successful threat is more effective than a direct blow. When I was the acting prime minister, your good daughter... was really not well-behaved. , I have to do this.”

After a pause, he grinned: "Perhaps you also understand my dilemma."

Not long after Tyrion left, Kevan Lannister entered the Hand's study.

Sir Kevan came to the table and was about to report important government affairs when Duke Tywin pointed to the chair where Tyrion had been sitting before and interrupted: "Kevan, sit down first."

Sir Kevan glanced at his brother in confusion, and after sitting down, he said: "Duke Tywin, I saw Tyrion at the stairs. He seems to be in a bad state."

Duke Tywin simply ignored the dwarf son Sir Kevan mentioned and said, "I want to talk to you about Jaime, Kevan."

Sir Kevan sat there respectfully. Duke Tywin knocked on the armrest of the chair and said, "Forget it, let's deal with the government affairs first. Kevan, please tell me first..."

A sharp flash flashed in the old lion's eyes, Tyrion...inheritance...Does Jaime think there is no shortage of heirs in Casterly Rock?