The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Ser Kevan closed his eyes and remained silent. After a pause, Tyrion spoke with difficulty: "Who is the chief judge of my trial?"

Sir Kevan, who was leaning against the cell door, moved and said: "According to the law, this trial should be heard by the king himself, but the king is not yet a minor, and the prime minister will be the presiding judge. The defendant is his son, so you My father had to invite the Duke of Metz and the Duke of Green to attend the trial together.”

Hearing that Green was one of the presiding judges, Tyrion had a glimmer of hope, but Ser Kevan reminded him mercilessly: "Whoever speaks for you...is an enemy of the Dornish people, and personal relationships cannot override interests. Tilly Ang, the most important thing is that when the evidence is solid, do you still place your hope on so-called friendship? "

After a pause, he continued: "If your friend saved you at the cost of war, what can you repay him? Or, in other words, will you be able to repay him for the losses he suffered for you in the future?"

The ruthless reality made Tyrion despair. He was not the powerful acting prime minister, nor the finance minister who could bargain with the great nobles, but... the abandoned son who was used by Lord Tywin to calm down the anger of the Dornish people. .

Then, thinking that the other chief judge was the Duke of Mace, Tyrion's despair became deeper. He clearly remembered whose hands the Knight of Flowers died. The Lannister-Tyrell alliance seemed strong, but this deep hatred did not Not gone.

Therefore, even though the Duke of Highgarden seems harmless, Tyrion is always wary of him... Oh, what does this kind of thing have to do with him now? Maybe Lord Tywin takes away his big head Not just to appease the anger of the Dornishmen.

After a period of silence, Tyrion regained consciousness and couldn't help but lick his lips. He wanted to drink. At this time... Sir Kevan took the leather wine from his waist and handed it over through the small window.

"Aha, Uncle Kevan, I love you the most."

After Tyrion took a big gulp of wine, he couldn't help but wrinkle his ugly face and hissed: "It's so strong..."

Looking at his nephew, Sir Kevan forced a smile: "I drink some when I can't sleep. It can help."

Tyrion took a sip of wine and grinned: "I have to remind you, uncle, I will most likely go into a long sleep, the kind of sleep that I will never wake up from."

He laughed: "And the body and head are separated. I really didn't expect... The way I went to Dorne was really special."

After a pause, and hearing his uncle's sad sigh, Tyrion suddenly said: "Uncle Kevan, can I request a trial by combat?"

Trial by combat is derived from the faith of the Seven Gods and the tradition of the Andals. Both parties to the conflict can end the conflict themselves, or they can choose someone to fight on their behalf. The party that survives the trial wins the trial.

Sir Kevan nodded first, then glanced at Tyrion, who looked expectant, and said, "Do you want Jaime to be your acting knight?"

Tyrion nodded: "My brother is the strongest swordsman in the Seven Kingdoms. His sword will help me prove my innocence under the witness of the Seven Gods and his elders."

Ser Kevan once again broke Tyrion's dream: "Before your trial, Jaime will lead an army to conquer the Riverlands."

Under Tyrion's stunned gaze, he explained: "Most of the sworn knights we sent to the Riverlands died in the battle. Duke Tywin ordered me to summon the free riders of King's Landing. There is no Lannister more powerful than Jaime. The right person to lead.”

After a pause, he added: "Tyrion, the king's wedding is coming soon. The lion must deal with the wolf cubs that harass the king's leader as soon as possible, otherwise we will become the laughing stock of the Seven Kingdoms."

"Oh, we..."

Tyrion clutched the window frame tightly: "Uncle Kevan, please believe me, even if there is no little Stark, Lord Tywin will find an excuse to let his beloved eldest son leave King's Landing."

Sir Kevan frowned and said, "Tyrion, you are also Lord Tywin's son."

"Yes, I am indeed his son, but I am a dwarf. I am the shame and stain that he must wash away. I have known it for a long time, my uncle." Tyrion took a big gulp of wine.

After a moment of solemn silence, Sir Kevan said tiredly: "Think about it again. If there is something that can prove your innocence, I will do everything I can to help you find it. I promise you this on the honor of being a Lannister." ”

Turning his head, Tyrion raised his chin for a moment, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice: "Thank you, uncle."

Although the voice was not high, Ser Kevan still heard it, and he shook his head silently.

After calming down, Tyrion looked at Sir Kevan again and said, "Uncle, please help me find Sir Bronn. Tell him that I have prepared a golden dragon, a golden dragon beyond his imagination."

Sir Kevan did not agree immediately. He stared at his anxious nephew for a while, and then said slowly: "Your guard captain... the Blackwater Knight has gone to Stoke Worth, and he will meet Count Tanda soon. The wedding of Madam’s second daughter, Loris.”

Loris is pregnant with Bronn's child. If he gets married with the blessing of Countess Tanda, he will take a solid step forward among the nobles of the kingdom, and it will also be the most difficult step.

But... Tyrion remembers that Countess Tanda was very dissatisfied with Doron, a new knight with a mercenary background... Who helped him?

Tyrion's eyes suddenly paused: "Uncle Kevan, is it my good sister who arranged the marriage between Bronn and Loris?"

Hearing this, Sir Kevan moved his lips and sighed: "I only heard that your sister sent someone to send a blessing gift."

"Aha, well done. Countess Tanda has always wanted to please Cersei. How well done. She used a demented woman (retarded Loris) to easily block my chance of survival. "

Tyrion's eyes turned red: "Yes, I should have thought of it a long time ago. Even if there was no old lion, the lioness would try her best to get James to leave King's Landing. She would also wish for me to die!"

Thinking of Cersei, Sir Kevan couldn't help but frown, and he said: "Tyrion, I will warn her."

With his generous back leaving the rough cell door, Ser Kevan turned to look at Tyrion and said, "What are you going to do next?"

Tyrion grinned: "I will personally go into battle and kill the acting knights of the Dornish people. I am the strongest killer who has personally killed the Red Viper. The bards and singers will go crazy for the little devil."

Sir Kevan looked at his nephew and said, "Think about it carefully. I'll come back tomorrow."

"If you need anything, tell the guard outside the door."

Sir Kevan walked away, paused, and Tyrion suddenly called: "Uncle?"

"Have you thought of something?" Sir Kevan stopped.

Tyrion's face was almost stuck in the small window of the cell door. He looked at Sir Kevan with difficulty: "Uncle, believe me, I did not kill the Red Viper."

Ser Kevan looked back at his nephew and nodded: "I know, Tyrion, I know."

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"Duke Green, you are like a knight blessed by the gods."

The sun shines through the mottled leaves, casting soft light and shadow. Green and Margaery are walking side by side.

The Maiden Gardens bloom with brilliant colors and enchanting fragrances.

"Miss Margaery, you are born with the best things in the world. All the seven countries know that you are the favored one of the gods in heaven."

The two looked at each other, Green had a smile on his face, and Margaery flexed her fingers.

Under the shade of the tree, Margaery paused and said leisurely: "Duke Greene, since I came to the Red Castle, I have often had trouble falling asleep. In the name of government affairs, I take the liberty to invite you for a walk..."

She raised her head and looked at Green: "I think...finding more acquaintances in this strange Red Castle may be able to soothe my uneasy heart."

Green looked at Margery's slightly pale face and asked with concern: "...Have you found the reason?"

Margaery put her hands behind her back, pursed her lips and smiled, and said: "I thought about it carefully, maybe the days before the wedding were too peaceful..."

After a pause, she suddenly said: "Maybe it's because the last incomplete marriage... left me with too deep a memory."

Hearing this, Green frowned: "Miss Margery, is there anyone talking about this?"

Margaery shook her head slightly: "I just...I don't know why I often think about that time recently. What I mean is...I suddenly got on the carriage heading to the Stormland. At that time...I didn't even know what happened. …”

She seemed to be lost in memories: "I still remember that it was drizzling that night. I was very scared, but I kept telling myself that I was Tyrell of Highgarden. No matter how scared I was, I could not shed tears. Later, I knew that I actually wanted to Marrying Renly...I can't describe in words how desperate I was, but I didn't dare to express it. I could only play my role well."

Green sighed softly and said: "The situation at that time was too complicated. Renly almost confused the entire Seven Kingdoms."

He glanced at Margaery, whose eyes were slightly red, hesitated for a moment, and said: "My Miss Margaery, please don't worry. Although not many people talk about it, everyone actually knows that he is different... Hobby."

He stroked his chest: "Please forgive me for my offense."

Margaery shook her head slightly and looked at him with her wet deer eyes: "Duke Greene, we have been friends for a long time. I am very grateful for your candor."

She placed her slender hand on Green's chest: "I also want to tell you that you are the most outstanding knight I have ever seen..."

She moved closer: "I saw the legendary knight sung in poems and songs."

Their eyes met, and after a pause, Green's left hand gently held her hand, and then... placed it on his right arm.

"To be honest, I have never been so nervous when facing tens of thousands of troops, beautiful lady."

Green moved his right arm and said in a slightly helpless tone: "The knight's beating heart has not calmed down yet. Please allow me to take you to continue walking."

Margery let out a clear laugh: "I'm very happy."

She held Green's arm with both hands and looked up at him: "Please lead the way, Knight Green."

After walking aimlessly for a while, Margery suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and then she glanced at the soft carpet-like grass with a happy expression, and said: "Maybe what really worries me is that I am worried that I will not be a good king. Wife and Queen of the Seven Kingdoms."

After saying that, Margaery first let go of Green, then lifted her skirt slightly and took off her delicate shoes. Green's eyes inadvertently caught sight of a pair of bare feet that looked even whiter against the green grass.

The instep of her feet was arched gracefully, and she stepped slowly on the green grass. She murmured: "I like this feeling so much..."

She walked a few steps and said, "Duke Greene, do you believe I can be the queen of the Seven Kingdoms?"

Green's eyes trembled slightly, and she slowly approached: "Are you looking forward to the new queen of the Seven Kingdoms?"

A look of hesitation flashed across Green's face. He moved his lips to speak, but Margery, who came closer, gently placed her raised index finger on his lips.

She looked at him: "Duke Greene, if you are willing, I can promise you that Joffrey and I's child... will be betrothed to your child."

Green's Adam's apple rolled. After her fingers left, he said, "What are your conditions..."

Margery stared at him motionless with a smile on her lips.

Green opened his mouth, and finally sighed: "Miss Margery, please give me some time to think about it."

Margery was very gentle. She smiled softly: "Of course, wonderful things are worth looking forward to, Duke Green."

Green rubbed his head, then looked at the sun and made a gesture of invitation: "I'll take you back, Miss Margery."

After bidding farewell to Margaery and leaving his maiden home, Sir Angay approached Green and lowered his voice: "My lord, Osney Kettleblack has been following Miss Tyrell. He was hiding in the garden just now."

Green tapped his chin: "Keep him first."

He glanced in the direction of Magta, then back at Maiden House, and said as he walked: "Ange, go tell the captain in gold robes guarding the dungeon that this afternoon... I will go visit Tyrion."

Maiden's home.

Meg Tyrell said with an exaggerated expression: "Oh, my poor Elro, don't look anymore, Duke Green has gone away."

Ello Tyrell blushed slightly and said, "I'm not looking at him, I'm just confused..."

Margaery pursed her lips and smiled: "My Elo, what are you wondering about?"

Megge laughed: "Miss Margery, she can't answer you, I promise."

Elo lightly punched Meige with her small fist: "I seem to have seen Megta's guard. Why did he appear here... I have seen him before. He has a big aquiline nose, which is easy to recognize."

She hit Mei Ge again and said angrily: "I will soon find my handsome knight."

Meige hugged Ai Luo, whose cheeks were red, and said with a smile: "We will all help you, affectionate girl."

Margaery smiled and shook her head and said, "Help me change my skirt. Grandma is waiting for me."

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dungeon.

Tyrion lay on the bed, staring blankly at the bedspread above.

"Duke Kleb, the Prime Minister has an order... uh..."

Hearing the movement outside, Tyrion suddenly came back to his senses. He straightened up and looked at the cell door.

Soon he heard the sound of unlocking, then the door was opened, and Green's figure appeared at the door.

Green walked in, looked around casually, and said, "It seems that you live here very comfortably, Tyrion."