The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Tyrion's angry shouts gradually faded away. Greenclab turned his head and saw the old lion's trembling hand holding the armrest. The Duke of Mace looked at the top of the throne room with his flushed cheeks. .

"Quiet! Quiet!"

"Silence! Silence! Silence!" the royal steward sang elegantly, almost becoming a scream, and the hall returned to silence.

Green's upper body leaned slightly towards Duke Tywin's position and said: "Prime Minister Tywin, I think we can pronounce the sentence directly."

"I agree."

Duke Mace also looked at Duke Tywin and said, "We don't need to pay attention to the clamor of the guilty person."

Pursing his lips, he continued: "I believe that no one present will be deceived by the little devil's mere nonsense."

After glancing at Duke Mace, Duke Tywin slowly stood up from his chair and paused. Others also stood up.

"The trial is over and I declare Tyrion Lannister guilty of murder."

After looking at Duke Green and Duke Mace respectively, Duke Tywin raised his voice and said: "I pronounce the verdict..."

"please wait………"

Bishop Olydo left the auditorium and came to the high platform: "My Lords, the gods in heaven are kind to the world, but they will never forgive a vicious person like Tyrion Lannister. Not only did he commit A serious crime and despicable conduct that no good person can tolerate.”

He seemed to be praying: "I beg you, please take away the right of the guilty man - Tyrion Lannister - to be clothed in black and tried by combat -"

He spread his hands: "Witness the gods!"

Buzz!

The hall became noisy again, with many people nodding and praising Bishop Olido's flawless and just heart.

Glancing coldly upstairs, Duke Tywin said: "I agree to Bishop Alydo's request."

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Inside the cell, the table was set with mushroom and butter snail soup, pork pie and roast chicken, which Tyrion was devouring.

With a "pop" sound, Tyrion spit out the chicken bones, picked up the wine glass, and took a big gulp of wine.

Putting down the wine glass and sitting motionless for a while, Tyrion wiped the tears from his cheeks with the back of his hand.

He told Tessa in his heart that although he was a stupid and cowardly dwarf, he would definitely avenge her and himself.

Rubbing his face fiercely, Tyrion tore off the roasted chicken leg and chewed it. He had to eat enough. He would have many guests tonight.

Night falls.

Tyrion welcomes his first guest - Kevan Lannister.

The uncle who used to be kind to Tyrion now looked distant and cold.

Sir Kevan stared at his nephew who grinned at him for a while, and said directly: "Tyrion, in the morning two days later, you will be taken outside the Mud Gate and beheaded."

Tyrion spread his hands: "My good uncle, don't feel sorry for me. Didn't you already know that this would be the result for me?"

After a period of dull silence, Sir Kevan shook his head and said, "You... were very likely to wear black clothes."

He added: "Perhaps I should have advised you to plead guilty, Tyrion."

Tyrion leaned on the edge of the table, grinned, and said, "Uncle, I know you are always fair. You are doing it for the family, right?"

Sir Kevan's eyes were cold: "Because of you, our family has been embarrassed enough. I mean what happened today."

Tyrion picked up the wine glass and raised it to his uncle: "Convey my regards to Lord Tywin for me. Lannister must pay his debts."

"Everyone, not just the Lannisters, identified you as the murderer."

Ser Kevan took a breath and continued: "Tyrion, if you can go to the Wall to be safer than staying in King's Landing or other places, even if you are found not guilty, the Dornish people will tear you into pieces. I "I repeat, everyone has identified you as the murderer, including the Dornishmen and Prince Doran Nameros Martell."

Tyrion lowered his eyes, took a sip of summer red, and said, "Uncle, you care about me more than I thought."

After a moment of silence, Sir Kevan walked to the chair next to the table, sat down, and said, "Tyrion, you are my brother's son."

Tyrion stood on tiptoe, poured a glass of wine for Sir Kevan, and said: "My good uncle, you may have reminded him of this earlier, but I can understand your difficulty. After all, I am his eternal stain." ”

Sir Kevan's tone was stern: "Tyrion, I can see it in my eyes. You didn't feel fatherly love from Tywin, but...if you were not his and Joanna's son, he would allow you to wear it." Wearing the emblem of a wild lion, using Lannister gold, and staying in the women's wing all day long?"

After slowing down, he sighed and continued: "Tywin's character was also forced out. Your grandfather (The Laughing Lion, Tytos Lannister) was kind and gentle to others, so he was despised by the vassals, and some even Speak out against him. The lords outside borrowed our money and never wanted it back, and in the Red Keep they mocked the Lannisters as toothless lions. Even the stewards of Casterly Rock dared to steal your grandfather's treasure. That prostitute-like woman actually dared to wear your grandmother’s jewelry and clothes. She also had her say in family affairs and even sat in your grandfather’s seat when he was absent from the banquet!”

His tone became slightly excited: "The burden of reviving the Lannister family fell on Tywin's shoulders. When he was twenty years old, he took on the burden of ruling the Seven Kingdoms."

He clenched his fists: "Twenty years! For twenty years, he tried his best, but in the end he only got the jealousy of Aerys (the Mad King). There was no honor, only cold arrows and insults from behind, but he still served Seven A great kingdom brings peace, prosperity and justice.”

He looked at Tyrion: "This is the head of the Lannister family, your father, Lord Tywin."

"What a great man..."

Tyrion suddenly raised his drooping face and said angrily: "But that doesn't give him a reason to humiliate my wife!"

After looking at each other for a while, Sir Kevan opened his mouth and said: "Tyrion, the marriage between a duke's son and a farmer's daughter will not be blessed in the Seven Kingdoms, it will only be laughed at. Your father puts the honor and prestige of the family first." , he will never leave the Lannister laughingstock."

Looking at his painful nephew, he closed his eyes: "There may be a better way to solve it, but he is Tywin Lannister, and you are his son."

"You know the whole thing very well..."

After muttering, Tyrion's pupils narrowed, and he grabbed Sir Kevan: "Tell me, what did you do to my wife later?"

His tone was sad: "Please, uncle, if you will tell me, I will reveal to you a Lannister laughing stock, a real laughing stock."

The uncle and nephew looked at each other again, paused, and Ser Kevan saw the tears overflowing from Tyrion's eyes.

He sighed and said: "The steward of Casterly Rock City put her on a merchant ship heading for the other side of the strait."

Hearing this, Tyrion stared into Sir Kevan's eyes and said word by word: "Tywin didn't kill her, she's alive, right?"

Sir Kevan frowned and said: "Your father is the master of Casterly Rock City. He would not insist on killing a... girl."

Sensing his nephew's suspicion, he added: "Tywin also punished your grandfather's mistress and expelled her from the Western Realm without taking her life."

Letting go of Ser Kevan, Tyrion turned around and placed his hands on the edge of the bed. He was silent for a while before slowly speaking: "Cersei and Jaime... keep an eye on them... they are messing around." *…………”

Ser Kevan paused when he picked up the wine glass, and a small amount of red liquid spilled on the table.

He didn't want to believe it: "James...James, how could he do that kind of thing, Tyrion, he is your brother, he loves you, you can't..."

"Can't believe it?"

Tyrion tilted his head slightly, and his voice was a little hoarse: "In the past, I wiped their butts in secret. From now on, it will be up to you. You can know whether it is the truth after a little investigation."

He turned around and grinned: "This is the real laughing stock."

After a pause, Sir Kevan took a sip of his wine, calmly put down his glass, and said, "I will investigate..."

His eyes suddenly became sharp: "Who knows about this?"

Tyrion breathed slowly and said: "The only good news is that they are quite cautious... Maybe Lancel knows something. If I am not about to be beheaded, I will take this matter to my grave." of."

The expression on his face was tangled for a while, and then he said: "Uncle, as a thank you for always loving and caring for me... I want to remind you that my good nephew is becoming more and more like... the second generation of the Mad King. You must be You should have discovered it too. Keep an eye on Joffrey. When he is alone with...Tywin, he should think more about safety issues. According to my experience..."

He pinched his chin and forced a smile: "Don't respect him as a king, treat him as a child who needs strict discipline from adults. Only in this way will he not dare to go crazy."

Looking at his dwarf nephew, Sir Kevan had a complicated face. Tyrion was Tywin's true heir, not Jaime.

"I'll pay attention."

Ser Kevan stood up, looked at his nephew, sighed, and continued: "Tyrion, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Are you asking about my last wish, uncle?"

Tyrion thought for a moment and shook his head: "I don't have anything... Well... I do have... I hope... you can take more care of Tommen and Myrcella and take my share with you. "

Nodding, Ser Kevan moved. He stood in front of the cell door, with his back to Tyrion, and said, "I will never visit you again, my nephew."

After saying that, he knocked on the door. After the door was opened, he strode away directly.

Looking at the cell door that was closed again, Tyrion murmured: "I'm sorry...my uncle..."

There is no sadness tonight...Tyrion rubbed his face with his hands and cheered up.

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Less than an hour later, the cell door opened again with a creak, and Tyrion welcomed his second guest—Joffrey Baratheon.

Tyrion knelt down humbly: "Your Majesty, thank you for your mercy."

Joffrey, who was dressed in gold robes, took off his helmet. He looked at the dwarf with disdain and pursed his lips: "Do you need me to pardon you, uncle?"

Tyrion raised his head, his eyes full of care: "I am not asking to see you to embarrass you, Your Majesty."

Hearing this, Joffrey asked doubtfully: "What do you mean?"

Tyrion stood up. He hesitated and said, "The one who really wants to kill me is Lord Tywin. He will not allow you to pardon me."

Joffrey suddenly became angry: "I am the king, what right does he have to control me?!"

"I know I know………"

Tyrion looked at his nephew with tearful eyes: "Joffrey, you are not yet an adult, you have to be patient for the time being, I am sorry that I cannot witness your personal rule with my own eyes..."

Tyrion's affection was exchanged for a cold snort from Joffrey. He looked around the dim and narrow cell and said: "Don't think of using this little trick to get my forgiveness. Even if grandpa doesn't chop off your head, I will do it sooner or later."

His face twisted: "Now everyone knows that you beat me, you must die, you damn dwarf!"

Tyrion explained sincerely: "I had to do it, Joffrey, I have reasons to do it..."

"Shut up!"

Joffrey suddenly grasped the hilt of his sword, the Lion's Tooth, which frightened Tyrion so much that he couldn't help but step back. He also tripped over his left foot and right foot and almost fell down.

Seeing Tyrion in such a mess, Joffrey chuckled: "You are such a cowardly clown."

Standing up, secretly clenching his fists, Tyrion smiled flatteringly: "Please forgive my recklessness, kind king."

Joffrey waved his hand impatiently: "I don't have time to waste with you. Didn't you send someone to tell me that you have a way to make Lord Tywin obedient? Tell me quickly..."

As he spoke, he suddenly paused, and he said angrily: "Dwarf, are you deceiving me? If you have such a method, why did you still get beheaded?"

Tyrion quickly dispelled Joffrey's suspicion: "That's because I'm not the king."

Joffrey stared at Tyrion's ugly face full of sincerity for a while, snorted contemptuously, and said: "Tell me quickly, what is the method?"

Tyrion cleared his throat and said: "Joffrey, you are not Robert I's child."

Joffrey was startled at first, and then... with a bang, he drew his sword and chopped at Tyrion.

Tyrion rolled on the ground and narrowly avoided the sword. He spoke quickly: "Listen to me..."

"Shut up!" Joffrey's lion's tooth sword stabbed down.

Tyrion was a little faster than Joffrey, jumped onto the bed, and narrowly avoided it again.

"Don't hide!"

Joffrey raised his sword to chop, and Tyrion picked up the pillow and threw it out with all his strength: "You will die in Tywin's hands!"

Puff!

The sharp lion's tooth collided with the pillow, and in an instant, the goose feathers filled in the pillow gushed out like a flood, and scattered.

Tyrion panted and said: "Listen to me, I'll let you deal with it!"

After Jiebai finished speaking, the goose feathers spread all around, like a sudden soft blizzard, and with a bit of absurdity after a thrilling incident.

Joffrey shook off the goose feathers that fell on his hair, and also panted: "Very good, I will let you taste the consequences of humiliating the king."