The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Joffrey's anger was mixed with panic: "Who allowed you to come in? Get out, I'm the king!"

"Joffrey, stop your clowning behavior."

Duke Tywin stared at his grandson coldly for a while, and continued: "Joffrey, I hope to see you at breakfast tomorrow... You sincerely apologize to the Duke of Mace for your drunken nonsense tonight and get his forgiveness."

Joffrey stared at Duke Tywin with wide eyes: "You actually asked me to apologize to the Duke of Mace, asking a king to apologize to a minister?"

Duke Tywin narrowed his eyes slightly and said coldly: "If you can't understand the meaning of doing this, then you just follow my orders."

"You are not allowed to order me, I am the king." Joffrey, who was hugged in Cersei's arms, shouted loudly.

The veins on Duke Tywin's neck bulged out one by one, and his hands behind his back clenched into fists.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Joffrey, let me remind you that Robert's bloodline is not just yours."

Cersei looked over in shock: "Father!"

After a pause, Joffrey's body trembled obviously: "What did you say?"

Cersei hugged her son tightly and said to Lord Tywin: "Father, please, please tell Joffrey that you were just angry for a moment... Yes, you were joking with your grandson."

Joffrey broke free from Cersei's arms and stood up: "You want to depose the king? How dare you..."

Before he finished speaking, he touched the old lion's sharp eyes and hid behind Cersei timidly.

After closing his eyes for a while, Lord Tywin's chest and abdomen slowly calmed down. He opened his eyes and looked at his daughter and grandson, turned around and waved his hand.

"Sir Adam, His Majesty the King needs to get up early tomorrow, please escort him back to his bedroom."

Seeing Adam and others approaching, Joffrey shouted: "What are you doing? You are offending me!"

The threat was useless. Joffrey was held firmly by two red robes. He kicked his legs and said, "Mom, I don't want to rest. Save me!"

Cersei just pleaded for mercy, and the old lion's impatient voice sounded first: "Give him a sleeping wine."

"Father... Joffrey..."

"Cersei, I am rational enough."

The king was forcibly pulled away by Sir Adam and others. Before leaving... Joffrey looked at the old lion carrying him with resentment.

In the fireplace, the fire crackled.

There were only father and daughter in the restaurant. Cersei hesitated and approached the old lion with light steps: "Father, I'm sorry, Joffrey is a little willful, I'm trying to correct him..."

The standing Duke Tywin glanced at Cersei: "Willfulness and stupidity are two different things."

Cersei quietly observed the old lion's expression and said: "Father, Joffrey has a strong character, he is the most suitable candidate for king."

Duke Tywin turned his head and looked at his daughter slightly, and said in a cold voice: "Few kings in history have a good ending."

Cersei wanted to speak, but Duke Tywin raised his hand to stop her.

Retracting his gaze, he stared at the flickering flame in the fireplace, paused, and suddenly said: "Cersei, I don't like your late husband... Robert." Hearing this, Cersei's green eyes trembled, and then she looked at the old lion in surprise and said: "I thought... Can you tell me the reason, father?" The hand behind him clenched for a while and then loosened, and Lord Tywin's cold voice sounded: "He likes to pat my back." ………… The hazy night covered the Red Castle with a veil. After walking out of the Maeg Tower, although Garlan Tyrell tried his best to hide it, he still couldn't hide the heavy mood. Because of the "stranger" next to him, he couldn't speak directly, and could only look at his sister who was still elegant from time to time. Margaery Tyrell was charming in the moonlight. She smiled gently: "Brother Garlan, please don't worry about me. I will fulfill my duties as the king's wife."

Sir Garlan glanced at Duke Green who was looking up at the night sky and said: "I will be back as soon as possible, Margaery."

Margaery walked a few steps silently, exhaled softly, and said: "Thank you, Garlan."

Green tilted his head and saw a pair of bright but distressing eyes.

………I can promise you…………

………My child with Joffrey…………

………I will make a marriage contract with your child…………

Recalling the conversation during the day again, Green paused. He realized that the Golden Rose seemed to have a real "judgment" of Joffrey.

He guessed………The more Margaery looked forward to this marriage on the surface, or the more determined she was, the more it could explain the problem.

Seemingly calm, but with undercurrents.

Perhaps her main task was to let Duke Tywin and everyone see that she would be a qualified candidate for queen………The worse Joffrey's performance, the better the effect.

Perhaps, Joffrey's shocking speech tonight was also one of the natural results of Margaery's clever "teasing".

This kind of court tactics, plus the fact that the man was Joffrey, was too easy for Margaery, he knew it.

Ever since the poisoning incident at Riverrun, the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms have been very vigilant about it. He heard that Sir Jaime even specially arranged a Kingsguard to "taste" food for King Joffrey (Chapter 331), so... it would be difficult to replicate.

If it wasn't poisoning, what could it be?

Green smiled at Little Rose. For the sake of the Duke of Mace, he had to take action.

"Miss Margaery, it's my honor to escort you." Green nodded slightly to Little Rose.

Margaery's elk eyes seemed to become brighter. She came to Green, tiptoed, and kissed him politely on the cheek.

"Duke Green, I'm sorry tonight. I should have prepared a more thoughtful dinner."

Looking at the rare "active" light of Highgarden, Green's face flashed with surprise, and at the same time... he silently lit a candle for Joffrey in his heart.

"You are charming enough tonight, Miss Margaery."

As soon as Green's voice fell, Sir Garland on the side immediately echoed: "Yes, my sister, no one will think you didn't do well. You are the light of the Red Castle tonight."

He added: "King Joffrey's drinking capacity is not... very good."

Speaking of the latter, Sir Garland couldn't help gnashing his teeth, and then... he couldn't help showing a worried look again.

Margaery chuckled: "Garland, he is already good enough, so... I feel closer to him."

Looking at his sister who was completely trapped in the dream of love, Sir Garland shrugged helplessly.

Green smiled and said: "Being able to have each other may be wonderful enough, Sir Garland."

Sir Garland was slightly stunned. It seems that Margaery's maids were not exaggerating. The tongue of Lord Green was as "sharp" as his sword. He really saw a lot tonight... He scratched his head: "Yes, I will bless them."

When his eyes met Margaery's, Lord Green's mouth corners rose.

…………

"Lord Green."

After the roses disappeared, the butler Leighton came to Green's side and whispered: "Adam Marbrand fed King Joffrey a sleeping wine."

Green shook his head slightly. It seems that Lord Tywin was really angry with Joffrey.

He took a step forward: "Where did Ser Jaime go?"

As he walked, Leighton said: "Jaime Lannister first took the Kingsguard to the White Sword Tower, and then went to the dungeon alone."

"Very good."

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There was a sound outside the prison door, and Tyrion Lannister, who was curled up on the bed, raised his head. He wanted to climb out of the bed but found that his legs and feet were numb from lying for a long time. He had to bend down and rub his muscles.

At this moment, he hated his short legs belonging to the dwarf very much.

The key turned, the cell door was opened, the firelight shone on his face, Tyrion raised his hand to block it, squinted his eyes, and said: "Jaime?"

"Are you okay, Tyrion?"

Ser Jaime walked in with a small candlestick and closed the cell door. He looked around and said: "The cell in Riverrun is not so damp and cold, but it is much more gloomy than here."

Tyrion grinned: "I also tasted the taste of being locked up. The old man of the Seven Gods is really fair. What a happy pair of Lannister brothers."

Ser Jaime smiled and shook his head. He put the candlestick on the small square table and said: "I heard that you killed the famous Red Viper of the Seven Kingdoms."

As he spoke, he sat on the chair.

Tyrion laughed: "Yes, it was because the black-haired mistress he brought from Dorne fell in love with the lion at first sight, and we fought on the spot like in the ballad."

He made a gesture of holding the hilt of the sword and stabbing: "I can't reach his heart, and the lovely Red Viper stood there waiting for me to bring a chair."

Ser Jaime couldn't help but smile and said: "Many people know that you are not the murderer, Tyrion."

"I guess..."

Tyrion's smile faded: "But Lord Tywin must want me to happily admit all the charges thrown at me?"

Paused, Sir Jaime sighed, "You know, our father is a fair man, he may not be..."

Tyrion sneered, "Will he be fair to a rat in the gutter?"

He pointed at himself, "Look, I'm talking about me."

Ser Jaime frowned and said, "Tyrion, you are the son of Lord Tywin, not some... rat."

Tyrion's voice was filled with hatred, "No, I'm not the son of Lord Tywin, you are, Jaime, you are his only son! He has long wanted to execute a dwarf like me, for more than 20 years... He finally waited for this... This is a wonderful opportunity, and he can also please the Dornishmen by the way. He must be very happy now! "

After a pause, he grinned: "Well, and my good sister, she has long hoped that I would die. Is she already impatient and started celebrating in advance? Did she ask you to dance, brother Jaime?"

After Tyrion finished speaking, Ser Jaime stared at him and said in a slightly tired voice: "You will not die, I promise, my brother."

"Aha, you promise?"

Tyrion looked at his brother mockingly: "How can you promise? I heard that you are about to lead the troops to go out? Are you planning to attack the dungeon of the Red Castle? "

Ser Jaime frowned and said, "Tyrion, as long as I promise my father not to have a trial by combat for you, I can wait until the trial is over before leaving King's Landing."

Tyrion looked at Jaime in disbelief and said, "Are you staying here to enjoy watching me cry and beg for mercy when Lord Tywin sentenced me to death?"

He grinned, "Or do you want to hear my last confession?"

Ser Jaime clenched his fist and said, "Tyrion, I told you I wouldn't let you die."

Tyrion's eyes moved slightly, "Aha, brother Jaime, are you hoping that I will have a few more sweet dreams before I die?"

Sir Jaime leaned back in his chair, exhaled slowly, and said: "If my father really sentenced you...to death, I would take you away from this damn dungeon directly."

After a pause, he added: "I am ready."

"You want to let me go secretly, Sir Jaime?"

Tyrion opened his eyes wide, he got out of bed and stood up: "For my dwarf brother? Have you thought about the consequences? How can you face the anger of Lord Tywin and Cersei? And the anger of the Dornish... You are willing to betray Lannister for me?!"

After a pause, Jaime's voice was a little strange: "I am just...paying my debt."

He reluctantly He forced a smile: "A Lannister must pay his debts."

Tyrion looked up and stared at Jaime, who had a heavy face. He grinned: "Pay back the debt? I don't quite understand, my brother."

Jaime's voice became more and more strange: "It's better not to understand. Some things are better buried forever."

Tyrion suppressed his anger and said: "Tell me, what is the shameful thing?"

Sir Jaime seemed to be distracted. He opened his mouth and said: "Tyrion, I will find a good time..."

The little lion's voice suddenly rose: "No, you must tell me now, immediately!"

The cell was filled with a depressing atmosphere.

The Lannister brothers stared at each other for a long time, and finally... Jaime turned his face to the other side, paused, and whispered: "Tysha..." Hearing this, Tyrion trembled all over, and he squeezed out a voice from his throat with difficulty: "What about her?" After a moment of silence, Sir Jaime murmured: "She... is not a prostitute I bought for you, everything is a lie my father asked me to tell. Tysha... Tysha is Tysha, she is the daughter of a farmer, and she and you met by chance on the road." Jaime couldn't face his brother at this moment, and Tyrion froze there like a stone statue. Tysha... Suddenly he forgot what she looked like... He remembered that she was a little girl, and she was just a little girl at that time. He hissed, "My wife, she married me, with the Seven Gods as witnesses."

Ser Jaime continued, "At the time, my father told me that she approached you just for your money. She was a lowly person, and you were a Lannister from Casterly Rock. If it weren't for the gold, she wouldn't have come to you at all, so she was equivalent to... a prostitute. My father also told me that... so what I said was not a lie, not a real lie, but... and he thought he needed to teach you a good lesson."

He closed his eyes in pain: "My father told me that from now on, you will learn your lesson and be grateful to me... At that time... I really didn't expect my father to do that..."