The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

"Joffrey?"

Lord Tywin looked away from the map, and the wrinkles on his forehead deepened.

Sir Kevan glanced at Greene aside and said, "The Kingsguard forcibly took Robert Arryn out of the dungeon in the name of the king."

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Looking from the tower, the entire city of King's Landing is spread out below.

A thick stone parapet surrounded the outside of the tower, and at intervals there was a crenellation for archers. Between them, a string of heads were stuck on the tips of iron spears, facing the city.

"Don't close your eyes and keep watching. This is the fate of betrayers!"

"Dog, let him see clearly. Lord Arryn, your head will also appear there after a while."

"After all, you are the Duke of the Eagle's Nest City. When the time comes, I will let someone put your head on a spear alone, hahahaha..."

Staring at Little Robert held in Sandor's big hand, seeing that he was about to be frightened to death, Joffrey Baratheon's face became even more excited.

With a flick of his bright red cloak, he jumped onto the wooden box beside him.

With his hands on his waist and his chin raised, Joffrey raised his voice and said, "I declare that starting from tomorrow, Lord Arryn will come to admire them every day until the execution."

He stretched out a hand: "I, as a merciful king, will personally supervise and listen to his daily confession... confession..."

As he spoke, he rolled his eyes and shouted to Sandor: "Dog, find a monk when the time comes."

Sandor glanced at his king and said: "..., as you command."

King Joffrey nodded slightly with satisfaction, paused, and suddenly stood there giggling.

It took him a while before he finally stopped laughing.

"They are all brave men of the Arryn family. Since they dare to cause trouble in my King's Landing, in return, I will reward their loyalty."

"Every night, I will ask someone to arrange one... no, two brave heads to guard Duke Arryn's bed until the last night before execution... My dog, do you remember it?"

"..., I guarantee your satisfaction."

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Duke Tywin personally led the people to set off. Worried about the king's safety... Green also followed with his own guards.

Before setting off, Green gave Ange some instructions and sent him to Megta.

On the way to Joffrey's "exclusive" training ground, a red-robed guard came on horseback. He reported to Lord Tywin... King Joffrey had just brought Lord Arryn to the tower.

The afternoon sun was still dazzling, and although Duke Tywin's expression did not change, Greene not far away saw... a vein bulging on the top of his head.

Lord Tywin kicked his spurs and adjusted the direction of his horse's head.

When they approached the seaside city wall, they met Grand Maester Pycelle, who was holding a book and walking tremblingly.

There was a sound of horse hooves, and the old Pycelle got out of the way in a panic, and then fell down on the roadside.

Although he was sitting there with his legs stretched out, he did not forget to salute Lord Tywin.

The entire team did not slow down their horses, and Lord Tywin responded by tapping his chin lightly as he passed in front of Grand Maester Pycelle.

While riding the horse, Green made a gesture: "The king is injured, take him with you."

Green had heard about this from the red-robed guards who came to deliver the message. Although it was only a minor injury, since he had already met Grand Maester Pycelle, just in case... let him go with him. Very reasonable.

Two men in blue robes stopped their horses, jumped off, and helped Grand Maester Pycelle up.

Aren't you asking me to wait for the king's summons? Pycelle's bachelor's necklace jangled softly, and confusion and surprise flashed in his cloudy eyes.

Due to the distance and the sound of horse hooves, Grand Maester Pycelle did not hear Green's voice. Thinking of the Bloody Earl's honest style, he couldn't help but feel wary, but he did not dare to refuse.

He was "carried" away by two blue robes.

In front of the stairs of the city wall, everyone jumped off their horses.

A red-robed captain raised his head and asked loudly: "Where is the king?"

Not long after, a voice from above the stairs responded: "The king is at the top of the tower!"

Duke Tywin raised his eyes and looked upward, then walked up the stone steps.

When the last Lannister in red robes climbed up the stairs, Green followed behind him, surrounded by Claymore's blue robes, with his hands behind his back.

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"Giggle, is this the falcon that has ruled the valley for thousands of years?"

King Joffrey's eyes were full of ridicule and contempt: "They died fighting for you, you can't hate these people."

He chuckled again: "Although they only have their heads left."

After a pause, King Joffrey suddenly said: "I thought of a good idea."

He raised his chin: "I, as a just king, want to correct your shameful behavior. I order you to kiss it. Dog, go and get one!"

Seeing Sandor standing there motionless, King Joffrey said angrily: "Dog, didn't you hear my order? Go quickly!"

Sanjeon Clegane glanced back and said, "King, I've been short of waist recently and can't reach it."

King Joffrey was stunned, and then said angrily: "How dare you disobey my order?"

Jumping off the wooden box, he was about to kick the hound to death when a high-pitched chant suddenly came over: "Welcome—the Prime Minister—Duke Tywin Lannister—"

When Lord Tywin's tall figure appeared, everyone saluted in his direction, except King Joffrey and the Kingsguard.

The top of the tower, which was full of laughter and laughter just now, suddenly became silent.

Step by step, Duke Tywin walked towards King Joffrey step by step. The prime minister's necklace he wore shone golden in the sun.

As Lord Tywin's figure gradually approached, King Joffrey couldn't help but secretly spit.

Tapping, Lord Tywin stopped in front of King Joffrey and stared at him expressionlessly.

King Joffrey suppressed the nervousness in his heart, but said displeasedly: "What are you doing here?"

After a pause, Duke Tywin nodded slightly and said, "Your Majesty the King."

The old lion was so majestic that King Joffrey opened his mouth, and he couldn't help but return the greeting: "Grandpa."

But after he reacted, he felt ashamed and annoyed at what he had just done.

He scratched his neck and said, "What are you doing here?!"

Duke Tywin glanced at the surroundings with his profound eyes and said, "I think you can end your game."

When his words fell, King Joffrey's face turned red: "I'm not playing games! I'm punishing traitors!"

Facing the angry little king, Duke Tywin said calmly: "Joffrey, I told you, you should not humiliate Robert Arryn. Let me tell you, when someone surrenders to you, , you have to help them up with your own hands, otherwise no one will be willing to submit, and your enemies will only become more. Aerys II failed because he didn't understand this. I want you to remember him firmly. lesson."

King Joffrey looked very impatient with Tywin's teaching.

He quickly grasped the key point: "Duke Aylin did not surrender to me! He even hurt me!"

After saying that, he pointed angrily at the hand that had been bandaged with a cloth strip after the skin was broken.

He immediately caught another important point in his grandfather's teaching: "Grandpa, you just mentioned Aerys II. I know you are afraid of him."

Lord Tywin looked at Joffrey silently, a cold light flashing in his light green eyes.

King Joffrey couldn't help but take a step back and murmured: "I was not wrong."

Duke Tywin calmed down and said as calmly as possible: "Who taught you?"

Grandpa's "gentle" tone made King Joffrey raise his eyebrows again: "I am telling the truth. My father, he is an invincible hero. He killed Prince Rhaegar with his own hands and won the crown. But at this time Well, I heard that grandpa is hiding in Casterly Rock and dare not come out because you are afraid of Aerys."

His voice was slightly contemptuous: "Prime Minister Tywin, I am the king. The king is fearless and does not rely on your cowardly tricks."

"Thank you for your motto, Your Majesty Joffrey." The chill in Lord Tywin's politeness seemed to freeze the ears of those present.

King Joffrey's proud expression froze, and he seemed to finally realize that something was "wrong" with his grandfather.

Duke Tywin's majestic voice sounded: "Sandor Clegane, Ser Mandon Moore, Ser Osmund Kettleblack, Ser Boros Braun. In my name, I want you to go to the White House immediately. Sword Tower, explain to the Captain of the Kingsguard why you are at the mercy of your underage Majesty."

After a pause, several Kingsguards looked at each other and then took steps. Finally, the hound hesitated, put down the little Robert he was holding, and left with him.

King Joffrey said in panic: "Dog, where are you going? You are not allowed to leave. You are my dog! Grandpa, you...you, what do you want to do?! I am the king!"

"Ser Kevan."

After Duke Tywin finished speaking, Sir Kevan came out from behind, bowed and said, "Your Majesty, Duke Tywin."

Duke Tywin tapped his chin and said: "Sir Kevan, the king is tired. Please escort him back to his room, and you can order some sleeping wine for him to help him fall asleep."

King Joffrey raised his eyes and looked at the dazzling sunlight, and said angrily: "It's daytime now, why should I sleep? I don't want sleeping wine."

Lord Tywin suddenly raised his voice: "Sleeping is much better than a big boy teasing a little boy in front of everyone!"

King Joffrey glanced at Little Robert, who was held in Maester Colmont's arms, and said loudly: "I didn't play tricks on him, this is a contest between the king and the duke! He is a traitor, I must punish him, I am the king! "

Lord Tywin looked directly at King Joffrey: "I told you, a man who shouts that he is a king all day long is not a true king."

The raging anger made King Joffrey temporarily forget about his fear of his grandfather. He stared at Lord Tywin hatefully, breathing heavily and his chest rising and falling.

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Under the stairs at the top of the tower, Green was leaning against the wall, talking to a young golden robe captain. He had an excellent memory, and he remembered every golden robe he had seen when he was the commander-in-chief of the golden robes.

After Green noticed the anger rising above him, he stopped and stayed here. The atmosphere between the grandfather and his grandson was lively, and he felt that there was no room for him to make a last-ditch attack.

As for his purpose... Now that he has chosen the "gentle" way, Lord Green will have enough patience to wait. Because the contradictions are "placed" there, as long as a little "fire" is needed, it can be pushed in the expected direction. If once is not enough, it will be twice, and if two times are not enough, it will be three times.

Good luck, achieved it in one go. If...luck is always bad, Lord Green will use another less gentle way to achieve his goal, because...he is already a player sitting at the power table, and he is the chess player.

There were footsteps on the stairs, and Green's brown eyes moved slightly. He saw the Kingsguard in silver armor and white robes walking down the stairs one by one.

Not long after the Kingsguards left, an out-of-breath Pycelle climbed up the stairs below.

Green's lips curved slightly: "Maester Pycelle, King Joffrey is injured. Please take care of his wound later."

Seeing the nervous look on Pycelle's old face, he gestured with one finger on the back of his other hand: "It is said that the skin was scratched, I was just in case."

"Gods bless you."

"Yes, may the gods bless you."

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Lord Tywin and Ser Kevan, one is the grandfather and the other is the great uncle. Two of them, in front of the king: one cold, the other kind.

King Joffrey took a step back and said angrily to Ser Kevan who was approaching him: "I am the king!"

At this time, Duke Tywin's voice sounded: "You don't need sleeping wine."

He added: "You are only thirteen years old, and you still have time to take the king's lessons. During this period, I will calm the kingdom for you and restore the king's law and dignity."

Lord Tywin nodded to his brother, and Ser Kevan retreated with the red cloaks.

His voice was still cold: "In the meantime, let me see you trying to learn how to be a good king, Joffrey."

After saying that, Duke Tywin nodded slightly, turned around, and said: "Kevan, let's go back, and..."

……At least it makes you look like an adult…

...is not the real king...

…No matter how hard you try…

.........They will all treat you as a little boy......

…Protecting the weak is their best excuse…

...Lord Tywin asked me to take you back...

…The king must return with me immediately…

...The Queen Mother asked me to protect you...

....taken him to the dormitory...

.........Feed him some sleeping wine......

After a pause, Lord Tywin continued: "I will comfort Little Robert on your behalf. You cannot see him without my permission in the future."

Joffrey's eyeballs were bloodshot: "He hurt me!"

Lord Tywin stopped taking a step forward, turned his back to him, and said, "This is not worth showing off, Joffrey."

King Joffrey's face twisted: "I will never let him go!"

"No one can stop me!" He suddenly strode away to another place. In that direction... there was little Robert in Maester Colmont's arms.

Stepping forward, King Joffrey first kicked Maester Colemont down with a fierce kick, and then... he reached out and grabbed Little Robert's hair and dragged him directly to the battlements.

"I am the king of the country!"

Jumping onto the battlement, Joffrey flicked his arm, and Little Robert "flyed" out of the Red Keep.