The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Shhh————

squeak---

squeak--

squeak.

Shivering, the little devil shook little Tyrion, and then pulled up his pants.

Theon Greyjoy......

"Little lion."

The sudden sound startled Tyrion, who was a little distracted. He turned his head and smiled shakily: "Oh, charming Lady Melisandre, I almost peed my pants."

"Is that all?"

Melisandre wore a crimson cloak with a hood. When she walked around, she could see a blood-red gauze skirt underneath, and underneath... Tyrion's Adam's apple rolled secretly.

Tyrion turned around, looked up at her with his little hands behind his back, and grinned: "Good day, please forgive his presumption, madam."

Melisandre chuckled, her fullness trembling slightly through the thin cloth of the cloak, and Tyrion's mind couldn't help but imagine the scene of it being shaken by him.

Facing Tyrion's hot gaze, she smiled slightly: "It seems that the cold wind of the Great Wall failed to extinguish your enthusiasm, cute little lion."

Tyrion quickly withdrew his gaze and said in a humble tone: "Beautiful lady, even the white snow cannot cover up your charm. Alas, no one can resist your flame, I am just one of them."

"I love that naughty tongue of yours."

Melisandre held out a hand to Tyrion: "Two men have rejected my fire. I am glad that you are not the third."

Tyrion glanced at Melisandre's pale and slender fingers, then wiped his hand on his clothes, and then bent down to take her hand.

"Obviously, those two men have special preferences, such as not loving women."

Tyrion's expression was slightly flattering, and Melisandre's hoarse and deep voice sounded: "One is the Onion Knight, and the other is..."

Her ruby-like eyes moved slightly, and she looked down at him: "Duke Kleb."

When her voice fell, Tyrion's heart couldn't help but tremble, but his face showed an indignation: "Oh, I don't know much about that smuggler..."

After a pause, he added: "Madam, according to what I know about Duke Greene, he must have been fascinated by you for a long time. Maybe he is shy, hehe..."

Melisandre stared at herself silently, and the smile on Tyrion's face gradually became stiff.

These red eyes always made him feel like he was naked and... guilty.

Melisandre suddenly smiled: "Let's go... Brave little lion, I'm a little curious. You don't seem to be surprised by the wildfire brought by His Majesty Stannis."

Tyrion was led away by Melisandre. He shrugged and replied: "Curiosity can kill. If I had learned to keep my mouth shut earlier, maybe my father and my sister would not be so eager to get rid of me."

He grinned: "I miss the beauties of King's Landing very much. They love my... golden dragon very much."

He looked around: "Where are we going?"

"His Majesty the King wants to see you."

Tyrion raised his eyebrows: "Today's summons...is it over so soon again?"

Melisandre looked forward, as if there were flames burning in her eyes: "Duke Stark is a mortal, and he cannot yet understand the great deeds of the Sons of the Flame."

The cold wind blew Tyrion's messy hair. He scratched his cheek and said in surprise: "Duke Stark should be very willing to support His Majesty Stannis. After all, this is directly related to the survival of the North."

Melisandre nodded slightly: "Their disagreement lies in the blood of the king."

"The blood of kings?"

"With the blood of the king, I can help His Majesty Stannis awaken the dragon in the rock and defeat the White Walkers."

Tyrion's eyes widened involuntarily: "The legendary dragon?"

Melisandre nodded again: "Winterfell has taken in King Robert's two illegitimate sons. They are the king's blood that the Sons of the Holy Flame need."

Tyrion's eyes rolled slightly. He thought for a moment and said, "Robert's bastard needs to devote his life, so why does Duke Stark object?"

Melisandre's voice echoed in the cold corridor: "Everything has a price, clever little lion."

Then, she added: "Your sister was imprisoned in the Great Cathedral of Baelor by the Archbishop. She was accused of adultery and treason, and the servants of the false gods were preparing to judge her."

Tyrion was thinking about dragons and the blood of the king, but Melisandre suddenly changed the topic, which made him slightly stunned.

After a pause, he blinked: "Are you saying that my good sister was arrested by the monks and will be tried?"

His black and green eyes moved slightly: "Thank you, this is the best news I have heard recently."

"This is what King Stannis has asked you to come here for."

Tyrion shrugged: "My wise sister released the beast from the cage, but locked herself in it. Ha, I am sorry that I can't hear her roar."

There were footsteps from the other end of the corridor, and Tyrion soon saw the tall, serious-looking Eddard Stark, and several northern lords following him.

Tyrion judged from the speed of his footsteps and the volume of his voice that the wolves were relatively angry at this time.

As they passed each other, neither party spoke, only nodded politely.

"They don't seem to be in a good mood, ma'am."

"The great Lord of Light guides all who are confused."

The Great Hall of Castle Black.

Stannis Baratheon stood in front of the fireplace, staring into the roaring flames.

He glanced at Melisandre and Tyrion who were greeting him, moved his feet, sat on the worn wooden chair, and then pointed to the chair opposite him, motioning Tyrion to sit down.

Tyrion bowed slightly to express his gratitude, he limped to the chair and climbed up.

"The new High Septon will judge Cersei Lannister for betraying Robert."

Stannis's eyes were deep, and Tyrion stroked his chest and said, "This is good news for you, Your Majesty."

"I have announced the crime of that woman to the Seven Kingdoms a long time ago..."

Stannis narrowed his eyes, and then his teeth creaked: "Compared to the legitimate king of the Seven Kingdoms, they are more willing to believe the High Septon."

Tyrion's tone was sincere: "The process may make you unhappy, but the result is friendly to you, my king."

He tapped the armrest of the chair with his fingers like dry branches, and said: "If the trial goes well, the Seven Kingdoms will know Their little king is a bastard, and I am the only legitimate king. "

After a moment of silence, he suddenly said: "Do you think they will send someone to greet me?"

"According to the law of succession of the kingdom, they should do so."

Tyrion touched his chin and continued: "But... this mainly depends on what the Golden Rose and Marigold will do."

The frightening grinding sound came to his ears again, and Tyrion continued: "Whether the trial of the Great Sept of Baelor can proceed smoothly depends on whether the two dukes are willing to support it. Even if the monks pick up the axe, they cannot decide the future of the kingdom. This is a fact, my king. "