The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

"Grateful?"

Tyrion felt a strong sense of sadness in his heart, and he felt like he was being suffocated: "He gave her to the guards, a whole camp of guards, and made me...watch the whole process..."

He staggered: Ah, not only watched, but in the end I also...

He covered his chest tightly with his hands: My wife...

Looking at his grief-stricken brother, Sir Jaime stretched out his hand: "I really didn't know he would do that, please believe me..."

"Believe you?!"

Slapping Jaime's hand away, Tyrion roared: "Are you still worthy of my trust? Can I still trust you? Go to hell, Tysha is my wife!"

Sir Jaime stood up and approached, he blamed himself: "Tyrion..."

Snap!

Tyrion jumped and slapped him, using all his strength, containing all the fear, anger and pain.

Ser Jaime stumbled back, lost his balance, and finally fell to the ground, muttering: "I'm... sorry."

"Oh, is that all I need to do, Jaime?"

Tyrion clenched his hands tightly, his knuckles turning white from excessive force: "You, and my dear sister, and kind father, yes, I haven't thought it through yet, but one day I will take revenge on you, I swear to heaven..."

His face was grim: "Lannisters must pay their debts!"

The air in the cell was like a thousand-pound stone.

Sir Jaime slowly stood up, he still couldn't meet his brother's eyes: "I will never let you die."

Tyrion's face was filled with an undisguised disgust: "Should I be grateful to you?"

Sir Jaime shook his head, moved his lips, and said: "I owe you..."

"No, you don't owe me, I'm short and ugly, born guilty."

Under the dim light, Tyrion forced himself to smile: "As a grateful brother... naturally you have to know how to repay. Listen, I emphasize again (Chapter 294), the Cersei you cherish is a complete rotten bastard, you poor stupid blind fool."

He slowly grinned: "I heard that Cersei trusts the Kettleblack brothers very much, especially Sir Osney, guess why?"

Osney...

Sir Jaime's pupils shrank suddenly, he suddenly remembered the riddle mentioned by Green (Chapter 319).

Golden hair and black hair tangled together...

His hair color...

Cersei's hair color...

Body hair...

With a flick of his snow-white cloak, Jaime turned and left without saying a word.

With a clang, the cell door closed, and Tyrion fell to the ground helplessly.

Darkness swallowed the dwarf.

He remembered.

That year he was thirteen years old, and he and Jaime were riding back from Lannisport. Suddenly there was a scream, and she ran towards the road, followed by two shouting guys.

Jaime drew his sword to deal with them, and he dismounted to protect the girl.

She was less than a year older than me, with black hair and very slender. Her pitiful little face broke his heart.

Although she was of humble origin, malnourished, and hadn't bathed for a long time...but she was lovable.

The two guys had torn off the rags she was wearing, almost exposing her back, so he wrapped her in his cloak.

By the time Jaime had driven the two men into the forest and returned, he had learned her name and background.

She was a farmer's daughter, alone since her father had died of a fever, and was going to... well, where she didn't know.

At the time, Jaime was only concerned about catching the two who dared to cause trouble so close to Casterly Rock. He took this as a great humiliation and went back to Casterly Rock to call for guards.

She was panicked and didn't dare to walk alone, so he suggested taking her to a nearby inn and getting her something to eat.

She was hungrier than he expected, and the two of them ate two and a half roast chickens and drank a whole pot of wine. They ate and talked happily.

And then...

She didn't know what to do, not much better than he did. They kept bumping noses, but when their tongues touched, she trembled all over.

She was shy, but he was shyer. I don't know where he got the courage that time.

The first time, she cried, but then she kissed him, and then she sang quietly.

It was a ballad from Myr, called "My Season of Love".

The next morning, he had fallen in love with her, he confirmed.

She loved him.

She was a farmer's daughter, she loved him and married him, she gave him her trust.

………Tyrion's eyes were already drowned in tears.

Jaime was his closest relative, his strong brother. When he was a child, he often bought him toys, including iron hoops, building blocks and wooden lions.

Jaime prepared his first pony and taught him how to ride it.

Jaime said she was a bought prostitute, and he never doubted it. What was there to doubt?

Even his father didn't love him, so what reason did she have to be moved by him, a dwarf?

Yes, Jaime said she was a "gift" bought for him, of course he would not doubt it, what could he doubt?

Yes, even her father did not love her, what reason did she have to fall in love with him, an ugly dwarf?

………Tyrion lay on the ground, making excuses for himself pitifully.

………He was indeed a naive and despicable dwarf.

………He bit his lower lip tightly to prevent himself from sobbing.

He heard her voice: I love you, Tyrion.

He watched her being taken away from him.

Tysha………I deserve to die…………

Tysha………I'm sorry…………

Tysha………It's all my fault…………

In the dark darkness, Tyrion burst into tears.

Sorry...Tessa...

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After the news of King Robb's victory in retaking Harrenhal reached Riverrun, Lord Brandon Tully appointed the Earl of Seamarsh, Jason Mallister, as the acting lord of Riverrun, and he set out for the Twins with dozens of cavalrymen.

At this time, Lord Brandon had appeared outside the Twins, looking at the military castle that spanned the river.

The nearby Green Fork River is deep and fast, but the power of the Frey family spanned both banks centuries ago and became rich by the fees paid by the ferrymen.

The passage built by the Frey family is a huge gray stone arch bridge, wide enough for two carriages to travel side by side; the River Guard Tower stands in the center of the arc bridge, with its arrow holes, killing holes and iron gates to deter the river and the road.

It took three generations of Frey family owners to complete this arch bridge. After completion, they built wooden fortresses on both sides.

Nowadays, wood has long been replaced by stone, and the two ends of the arch bridge are almost identical square castles, all of which have deep moats and heavy oak iron doors.

When Duke Brynden rode closer, the drawbridge of the River Castle had been raised and the gate had been lowered.

The gate was closed and the bolt was fastened.

Duke Blackfish looked up and saw the shadows of spears and swords and large crossbows everywhere on the city wall, and archers were deployed at every arrow point.

The accompanying Earl of the Dreadfort, Roose Bolton, drove his horse to the side, observed, and said: "Compared to before, Lord Frey has become more cautious."

He added: "Duke Tully, without a large number of troops and siege weapons, such a castle cannot be captured. The army I brought from the North had to stay on the east side of the river."

On the other side of the deep and surging green water, the River Castle is like a twin brother of the castle to the west.

Duke Brynden's eyes were deep, and he paused, saying, "Our biggest enemy is Lannister."

Earl Bolton's light-colored eyes moved slightly, and he said, "Duke Tully, I still want to advise you to be more vigilant. Lord Frey is not known for his broad mind."

"My nephew and grandson need more help."

Duke Brynden sighed lightly, "The Frey family is very important to King Robb. If I show my distrust of them, how can Lord Frey see our sincerity?"

At this time, a side door of the River West Castle suddenly opened, and a wooden bridge stretched out across the moat. A dozen knights came towards them with a silver-gray flag with dark blue twin towers. The leader was Black Walder, who led the cavalry to leave Riverrun and then returned to Riverrun.

Stopped the horse, Black Walder grinned, "Lord Blackfish, Lord Frey is honored by the visit of the new lord, and he invites you to the castle for dinner."

Only one person? !

Lord Bolton's delicate voice reached Lord Brynden's ears: "We can negotiate outside the city gate. If you accept the invitation, you will be at Lord Frey's mercy. He can sell you to Lannister or throw you into the dungeon as a hostage. It's up to him."

After staring at Black Walder, who had a malicious look on his face, he raised his hand to signal the river knights who were shouting behind him to stop.

He looked back and said, "Wait for me here."

Finally, he looked at Lord Bolton and nodded, and said to Black Walder: "Thank you for Lord Frey's invitation. Please lead the way."

Twins, the hall of the castle on the east side of the river.

Lord Walder Frey, who greeted Lord Brynden, was surrounded by nearly twenty sons, thirty-six grandsons, nineteen great-grandsons, and many daughters, granddaughters, illegitimate sons, illegitimate daughters, and illegitimate grandsons and granddaughters.

This reminded Sir Brynden of a joke circulating in Riverrun: Looking at the entire Seven Kingdoms, Walder Frey is the only lord who can give birth to an army by himself.

"Lord Blackfish, welcome to your arrival. This is a great honor for the Frey family."

Lord Walder is 91 years old this year, like a shrunken pink weasel, with a bald head covered with age spots.

Because of gout, Lord Walder cannot stand without support, and the one who supports him at this time is his eighth wife, a pale and thin 16-year-old girl.

Lord Brynden looked at old Walder and said, "I remember the last time we met was when Lysa married to the Vale. Time has passed quietly like flowing water. We have been together for more than ten years..."

The shoulders of Lord Walder were shaking, and he seemed to be laughing: "Who would have thought that a half-wild lord of the swamp would become the new master of the valley."

His shoulders shook again: "The Arryn family, which has been passed down for thousands of years, has disappeared. This is really cruel... Huh... Huh... Huh... I don't know which noble family will be the next to disappear... Huh... Huh... Huh..."

Duke Brynden frowned slightly, and then one of Lord Walder's old sons said: "Father, have you forgotten? The daughter of Duke Hoster married the Duke of Arryn. Arryn and Tully are a family. Our new lord just mentioned her."

Lord Walder seemed very angry: "Am I asking you? I'm not dead yet, do I look like a dead person? I don't need to listen to your preaching."

As soon as the voice fell, another son of Lord Walder The younger son complained, "Lord Frey, this is not the Frey way of entertaining guests, and you invited them yourself."

Another son of Lord Walder said, "Father, have you forgotten that the Freys are vassals of Duke Tully?"

"Now even my bastard is lecturing me?"

Lord Walder snapped his fingers and drove away a blushing young man, complaining, "You all deserve to die, I said whatever I want. I have entertained three kings in my life, not to mention the queen, do I need you to remind me how to entertain guests?"

After that, he gestured to the other two sons, "Help me sit down on the chair."

They helped Lord Walder sit down on the black oak chair, and his young wife came over timidly and covered his feet with a blanket.

After Lord Walder sat down, he seemed to remember Lord Brynden. He pointed to another identical chair opposite him and said, "Lord Tully, I am mad at these bastards. Please take a seat."

Lord Brynden's face was a little stiff. As soon as he sat down, Lord Walder's voice came over: "Are you here to let me go to war with the feudal lord? But my old bones are no longer old enough to lead troops to fight. I can let my heir replace me, Stevelen..."

One of Lord Walder's sons interrupted: "Father, he died in the war a long time ago."

"Dead? Yes, I didn't forget. I know he died in the war. Shut up. I don't need you to remind me. I have seen his body."

Lord Walder gave Lord Brynden a strange smile and said, "Then you came for the marriage..."

Lord Walder's speech was He was interrupted by a son: "Father, have you forgotten? King Robb has broken off the engagement with the Freys."

Lord Walder blinked, looked in the direction of the voice, and said angrily: "I am not dead yet, and the Freys don't need you to remind me what to do."

Scanning dozens of eyes staring at this place, Duke Brynden coughed lightly and said: "Lord Walder, can we talk somewhere else?"

"Aren't we talking now?"

Lord Walder murmured and complained, turned his head, and shouted at the Freys standing around: "Why don't you get out? Didn't you hear that the Lord wanted to talk to me privately? All of you retreat and find something useful to do. Yes, you too, stinky woman, get out, get out, get out."

In the anger of Lord Walder, his sons, daughters, grandsons, illegitimate children, grandsons, and granddaughters left the hall one after another.

Then, he leaned forward and said to Duke Brynden: "They are all waiting for me to die, but I want to disappoint them, I don't want to do what they want."