The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Tyrion raised his hand to appease him: "Yes, you are the master of the Seven Kingdoms. As a king, you not only have the majesty that cannot be offended, but also the patience to listen."

Joffrey raised his head: "I won't give you too much time, you dwarf."

"You have been generous enough to me, my king."

Tyrion did not dare to approach Joffrey who was still holding the hilt of the sword: "This matter was first discovered by Stannis, and then Prime Minister Jon investigated... He died suddenly. And, think about it... How could Robert I, the invincible king of the Seven Kingdoms, be killed by a wild boar?"

His voice was full of sincerity: "This is all Cersei did to protect you."

Seeing Joffrey's face twisted, he quickly added: "I have evidence!"

Joffrey stared at Tyrion, his chest heaving, but his pair of angry green eyes showed an obvious tremor.

Tyrion continued to add: "Besides me and your mother, Lord Tywin also knows about this."

The only sound in the cell was Joffrey's heavy breathing. The lion's tooth sword in his hand drooped a little, and he said: "I'll give you time."

After a pause, he said: "If you dare to lie to me, I will execute you tonight!"

Hearing Joffrey's threatening words, Tyrion shrank his neck and said: "I promise to tell the truth, and who dares to lie to the king."

He smiled flatteringly, and then his expression became serious: "There is a book called "The Genealogy and History of the Major Nobles of the Seven Kingdoms", which describes the children of the major lords of the seven kingdoms. Among them..."

He pointed to his hair: "According to records, the children born to men of the Baratheon family and women of other families all have black hair, and no other color hair has ever been born in the past generations."

"Hair color?" Joffrey couldn't help but touch his golden hair.

Tyrion nodded heavily, "I'm dying, so I have to tell you the truth, because... I don't want you to die in an accident like Robert I."

"You lied to me!"

Joffrey was angry on the surface, but his panicked expression betrayed his true emotions at the moment.

Glancing at the lion's tooth sword with the tip pointing down, Tyrion climbed down the bed cautiously.

"Joffrey, maybe you are an exception to the Baratheon family, or... you guys are the golden miracles of the Baratheon family, but..."

Tyrion said as he approached: "As long as Lord Tywin wants to take off your crown, he can do it at any time. That book can be used as evidence to convince everyone, and he also has the highest prestige in the Seven Kingdoms. You know... Look at me, the old lion wants to kill even his own son for power. Also, think about it again, how many kinds of people did Robert I spread in the Seven Kingdoms? Are there any of them who are very willing to wear the crown obediently?"

Joffrey's eyes moved with panic, and suddenly paused, saying: "Why are you telling me this?"

Tyrion replied sincerely: "Joffrey, I don't need a reason to love you, I am your uncle."

After a pause, Joffrey stared at Tyrion hatefully and said angrily: "You have beaten me Many times!"

Tyrion had a toothache: "Joffrey, I, a Lannister dwarf, have a mission to stay in the Red Castle. I have already guessed some of Lord Tywin's real purpose. You know... He likes obedient crown princes and kings. I need to stop you from doing things that Lord Tywin doesn't like, otherwise... Why should I offend a nephew who is destined to be the king?"

After a solemn silence, Joffrey retracted his gaze. He walked back and forth for a few steps, suddenly stopped, and said: "Go on, my uncle."

Tyrion was stunned, he knelt down, suppressed his excitement and said: "Thank you for listening to my heartfelt words, my king."

Joffrey waved his hand: "Get up, uncle."

The uncle was very moved by the sudden closeness of the nephew. He stood up and took a long time to speak, which made Joffrey very satisfied.

"Your Majesty, you are getting stronger, while Lord Tywin is getting older. Haven't you noticed... that he has less and less love for you as a grandfather?"

Thinking of his recent experience (Chapter 365), Joffrey couldn't help but clench his fists.

Tyrion continued: "You have a strong character and are a natural king, but this is not the king the old lion hopes for. He hopes that a well-behaved child will sit on the Iron Throne. When the situation in the Seven Kingdoms stabilizes a little..."

He shook his head: "He will definitely depose you, because he already knows that you will never be a scarecrow, you will become a real king."

Tyrion's reminder... made Joffrey immediately remember the warning from the old lion at the dinner party.

After a pause, he suddenly said, "Mom will never allow Tywin to do this, she won't!"

Tyrion took a step forward, stretched out a hand and placed it on Joffrey's... thigh, saying, "Don't forget, what secrets does Lord Tywin hold? If he threatens her with the secret of blood, what else can your mother do except to obey?"

Joffrey's breathing became heavy again: "A broken book can't prove anything!"

"But we can't prove it either, it can't prove it..." Tyrion sighed.

Joffrey's handsome face changed from angry to panic.

After a pause, Tyrion said painfully: "Look at my fate. Although I am a dwarf, everyone in the seven countries knows that I am his son. And what about you? In his heart, what will he regard you as, Jofer Will he treat you as a wild person..."

He couldn't say the rest, but Joffrey threw his hand away in disgust: "Get away!"

Tyrion raised his hand, took two steps back, and said: "The only thing Tywin is better than you is the prestige he has accumulated over the years in the Seven Kingdoms. There are too many people willing to follow him... I am in front of hundreds of nobles today. Telling Lannister's scandals is to damage his reputation."

His expression was sad: "I thought... I could wait until you took charge... I would use this matter to judge Tywin, I would take revenge, and you would sit firmly on the Iron Throne... Unfortunately, the old lion may have seen through it already My little trick."

After a moment of silence, Joffrey's green eyes moved and he suddenly said: "You hate him?"

"I'm a dwarf."

Tyrion gritted his teeth and said, "Would you expect a dwarf to love a father who would only humiliate himself?"

After a pause, he sighed: "Joffrey, you don't have to believe me, but please don't take any chances. If I'm not wrong... Lannister's 'care' for you will become even more excessive. They will even prevent you from coming into contact with Tywin. When the time comes...all the facts will be put in front of you one by one, unless..."

Joffrey immediately asked, "Unless what?"

Tyrion looked bitter: "Unless you can kneel down and kiss the old lion's boots religiously once a day, it will be difficult for him to change his mind."

"you………"

Joffrey's chest rose and fell several times, and he said loudly: "I am the king!"

Seeing the lion's tooth sword shaking in Joffrey's hand, Tyrion retreated a little, and then said: "Your Majesty the King, I am already a prisoner, and now I can only remind you. I am very sorry."

Joffrey said bitterly: "You can't help me even from outside, you ugly dwarf."

The dwarf uncle knelt down sadly, lowered his head and said, "May the gods bless you, Your Majesty the King."

Holding the sword handle tightly, Joffrey stared at Tyrion for a while and said, "Don't you ask me to pardon you?"

Tyrion did not raise his head: "I know very well the consequences of resisting the old lion. I would rather be beheaded than be humiliated by him again. That is more painful than death. And..."

His voice was slightly choked: "Although you hate me, I can't... and I don't want to implicate my nephew."

"I should chop off your hands and feet before I chop off your head."

Joffrey put on the helmet of the golden robe: "You just stay here and do your repentance before you die, dwarf."

Tyrion lowered his head: "Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty."

Joffrey walked up to the cell door: "If you want to die happily, just shut your mouth."

Tyrion humbly adjusted the direction of his kneeling: "Joffrey Baratheon, you will always be the King of the Seven Kingdoms."

After a moment of silence, Joffrey sheathed his sword and kicked the door panel with his foot.

The cell door was quickly opened, and outside was the Kingsguard, Ser Mandon Moore, also dressed in gold robes.

With a clang, the cell door was closed. After staying motionless for a while, Tyrion slowly exhaled.

Staggering to his feet, Tyrion climbed onto the chair, picked up the flagon, and poured a full glass of wine.

Gudong, gudong, he drank it all in one gulp.

He had to admit that Joffrey was finally a little smarter than before... Well, he became the real Cersei II.

There was no emotion tonight... Rubbing his face, Tyrion braced himself.

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After midnight, there was a sound outside the cell door, and Tyrion welcomed his third guest—Jaime Lannister.

Entering the cell, Sir James looked around, glared at his brother, and said, "Do you like playing with feathers?"

Tyrion grinned, not smiling at all: "You can also try it, it's much more fun than blowing Cersei's a**."

Sir James frowned and said, "I'm done with her."

Tyrion sneered and said, "James, you are so naive. Do you think you can escape her control so easily?"

After a pause, he suddenly said: "You finally know that she is a bad cousin?"

There was a bit of anger in James's voice: "If you don't have any manners with your mouth, I'll leave you here to rot, Tyrion."

Tyrion taunted: "Tywin and Cersei won't let me rot. They need my fresh head."

Without further ado, James threw a big bag of golden dragons in his hand and said, "I'm here to rescue you."

After catching the bag the size of his head, Tyrion curled his lips: "Who said I need your rescue?"

"Let's go."

Sir Jaime moved quickly: "If you keep talking nonsense, I will support my father and Cersei in cutting off your head."

The corridor is dark.

Tyrion, who had just walked out of the cell, almost tripped over the body of the jailer lying on the ground.

Tyrion kicked: "Dead?"

Ser Jaime shook his head: "Asleep, and so are the other three. I bribed a man to put sweet sleep flowers in their wine. The dose was not fatal."

Tyrion's black and green eyes moved slightly: "It's really hard for you to let the majestic white knight do something like drugging for a dwarf..."

As he said that, he looked at James's outfit, and he suddenly said: "Why are you wearing Lannister's Mad Lion armor? Isn't it difficult to do this kind of thing in a white robe... Yes, you really like to lie to yourself. Own."

Sir Jaime paused slightly and said, "Send you away. I also plan to leave overnight. I will go to the Lannister barracks outside the city."

Tyrion smiled happily: "I really look forward to the old lion's face tomorrow."

Sir James looked haggard: "I am not a good brother, let alone a good son."

Tyrion glanced at James and said nothing.

As they walked down the curved stairs, their shoes scraped against the rough stone floor, making a sound that became bone-chilling as they went down.

Tyrion trembled and said: "Is this the fourth level of the dungeon built by 'Maegor the Cruel' for the Red Keep? I heard that once anyone is taken to the fourth level, it means that they will never see the light of day or listen to anything again. human voice, and forever in pain.”

After a pause, James' voice sounded: "Are you scared?"

Tyrion snorted and walked down the stairs faster.

At the bottom of the stairs, there was an open door, dark inside.

"follow me."

After saying that, Jaime walked into the darkness. Tyrion hesitated for a moment and followed.

The soft sound of leather shoes on the stone floor filled his ears. After walking for a while, a dim light appeared in front of him.

James finally stopped and started to open an iron door. The chain that had not been opened for a long time made a "creak" sound, and pieces of dust scattered.

After entering the room and looking at it for a while, James walked over and struggled to move the wooden torture table in the middle. Then... he squatted on the ground and groped for a few times before lifting up a stone slab.

Then there was the sound of a key turning.

With a clang, James opened a...lid where he lifted the stone slab? Tyrion came to the side and looked down: "Where does this lead to?"

James' face was covered with dust at this time: "I don't know, Green told me that his people are waiting for you at the exit of the tunnel."

He pointed to the thick iron chain: "You can grab this and climb down."

Tyrion stared down silently, as if in a daze.

James patted the dust on his body, came to Tyrion, knelt down on one knee, quickly kissed his brother on both cheeks, and said: "I have failed in my life, I am sorry, you..." Stay alive, Tyrion, Cersei, and Martell, they may send assassins, you must be careful in the future."

After saying that, he helped his brother carry the heavy money bag on his back.

When Tyrion climbed down the tunnel, he paused, looked up at his brother, and said, "James, change your naivety and don't trust anyone."

He saw his brother finally showing his most natural smile tonight: "I will."

The chain seemed to extend endlessly. At first, Tyrion could still see the vague outline of the chain and the rough gray stone of the wall, but as the darkness grew longer, he could no longer even see his own five fingers.

Finally, he saw a faint light, and felt that he had reached the ground, so he cautiously stretched out his legs to test.

Just as he stood up, a "hehe" laughter suddenly came from his ears. Tyrion almost peed on the spot and blurted out: "Ooh..."