The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

"This is what I said before..."

Melisandre's unique voice with a Yuhai accent came over.

"... Mortals cannot understand the great deeds of the Sons of the Holy Flame."

The hem of her skirt moved slightly, and she came to Tyrion, gently stroked Tyrion's head, and then said: "What Eddard Stark saw was that the two illegitimate children were of Robert's blood and shouldered the responsibility of His Majesty Stannis, who controls the fate of the entire world, has to make a choice for the survival of mankind."

Looking down at Tyrion gently, she added: "The long night is coming, and darkness is everywhere. The Lord of Light is merciful to the world, but the running wolves in the north still confuse selfishness and justice."

Melisandre lowered her body, grabbed Tyrion's cheeks with her soft and hot hands, and kissed him gently on the forehead.

His black and green eyes seemed to sink into her flaming eyes: "Our great king cannot continue to waste time. Brave little lion, the Son of the Holy Flame's great cause of saving mankind... needs your contribution."

Tyrion's breathing became heavy involuntarily, and the steely Stannis gave him trust with direct words...

The flaming priestess gave him encouragement, as well as her soft body... Tyrion's eyes passed over her bulging plumpness, and his Adam's apple rolled again.

For a moment, Tyrion wanted to take the initiative to join her "great cause", and here it is!

But the image of Tysha quickly flashed through his mind, which immediately brought Tyrion back to his senses.

Immediately afterwards, thin cold sweat broke out on Tyrion's back. Although he liked beauties very much, he was not a lion in heat, but in front of Stannis... he had such thoughts about the king's witch?

If Tessa hadn't woken him up in time...

Tyrion showed an expression of suppressed excitement, but he was extremely wary of the overly beautiful red-robed priestess in front of him.

He bowed slightly towards Stannis: "Your Majesty, thank you for your trust in me..."

He opened his mouth and his voice was slightly choked: "The despicable dwarf is very willing to serve you."

Stannis turned to look at the fire, waved his hand briefly, and said in a cold voice: "Back off."

Tyrion saluted respectfully to His Majesty the King, whose back was turned to him, and then a hand with skin like fresh milk appeared in his sight.

The "evil" witch's voice sounded above her head: "I'll give it to you."

Tyrion raised his head, curved his lips under his golden nose, and said, "It's an honor, my charming lady."

Melisandre and Tyrion stopped in front of the hall door.

"Cute little lion, if a man doesn't choose to be a good guy, he is a bad guy. There is no one else between a good guy and a bad guy."

Tyrion scratched his cheek: "Madam, although I am a villain now, I once had the dream of being a good person."

Melisandre pursed her lips and smiled. Her husky and deep voice seemed to arouse a man's most primitive desires at any time, which made Tyrion stare at her involuntarily.

"I can feel the blazing fire in your body. If you are willing to devote yourself to His Majesty, please visit me one night. I will bring you unprecedented joy, dear little lion."

The door was closed, but Tyrion still stood there blankly, adding to the fun... the "magic" on the other side of the strait... Green and Qyburn...

Tyrion pinched his chin. Was the dangerous woman Green did not reveal her name that day—Melisandre (Chapter 306)?

She is indeed a dangerous woman. If Tessa hadn't "pulled" him back, he would have almost committed an unforgivable... crime in front of Stannis, who would never forgive sins.

Yes, Tyrion can completely imagine the tragic end of a lion in heat.

"Master Tyrion, that's not a good place to pee."

This voice brought Tyrion back to his senses. He turned around and saw Bronn leaning against the stone pillar.

Tyrion grinned and said as he walked in Bronn's direction: "You admire my courage, mercenary."

Bronn laughed, and when Tyrion approached, the two walked together in the empty corridor.

Tyrion glanced behind him and lowered his voice: "How's it going?"

Bronn showed a habitual expression of vulgarity: "After another fight, the prince who calls himself a sea monster and I are as close as brothers."

Tyrion raised an eyebrow. "Is he as drunk as rumored?"

Bronn shook his head: "He has a good drinking capacity. That noble prince just gets himself drunk every time. So people mistakenly think that his drinking capacity is not good."

He rubbed his head as if he had a headache: "As long as he drinks too much, he likes to tell me about the glorious history of the Kraken family. It's like this every time."

Tyrion reached out and patted Bronn's thigh: "The information you investigated is enough. The rest will have to wait for arrangements over there."

After a pause, he grinned: "Before that, you still need to continue to serve him well. The more normal you two get along, the safer we will be then."

"As commanded."

Bronn, who was originally weak, caught a glimpse of Tyrion taking off the money bag, and his eyes suddenly lit up, even though it was much "thinner" than before...

Taking the purse thrown by Tyrion, Bronn grinned: "I'm at your disposal."

"Oh, I'm starting to worry that you will betray me again."

"How is it possible? I will always be loyal to you, Lord Tyrion."

When turning into another corridor, Bronn, laughing, turned his head and looked at the big black wooden door in the distance, and suddenly said: "My lord, I heard that the king wants to close the women's branch of Mole Village (Chapter 419)?"

Tyrion shrugged: "His Majesty the King thinks that the existence of that place tarnishes the honor of the Night's Watch."

Bronn complained: "He is too cruel, those poor 'underground treasures (referring to the women's branch of Mole Village)' will starve to death in the snow, oh!"

"Don't worry, as long as there are men in this world, she We will not starve to death."

"Uh, you are the merciful former Prime Minister, my lord."

Tyrion did not care about Bronn's encouragement: "It is the former Prime Minister who was driven out of office."

Bronn moved closer and whispered to Tyrion: "... That is the only place where the Night's Watch is allowed to stay overnight."

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Sir Martial Baker, the heir of the Knight Mason Baker, a retainer of Crabbe, arrived at the Twins with the Sealand City army that had just surrendered to Crabbe in accordance with the order of the feudal lord.

In the name of Duke Green Crabbe and the Imperial Council, Sir Martial sent people to Cleos Frey, the eldest son and acting lord of Lord Emmon Frey stationed in the Twins, to ask Cleos Frey, the eldest son and acting lord of Lord Emmon Frey stationed in the Twins, to allow Cleos Frey to pass freely through the Twins before completing the task of collecting refugees from the Riverlands.

While Cleos Frey, who was weak in character, was hesitating, Lord Emmon's second son, Leonjo Frey, refused on behalf of his brother.

According to the Crabbe Law, Martyr warned the Twins three times, but the Twins still refused stubbornly, so he ordered the Seaward army to build siege weapons and prepare for a forced attack.

After Martyr received the news that Lord Emmon and his wife were arrested by Lord Green for betraying the Lannister army's intelligence, he sent people into the Twins again.

The Twins still refused to open the gates, but demanded to negotiate with Crabbe for the ransom of Lord Emmon's father.

At the same time, the ravens from the Twins flew to King's Landing, bringing the Freys' protest against Crabbe's atrocities.

The carpenters summoned in Seaward built siege weapons such as battering rams, siege ladders, and catapults every day and night, and the Twins were filled with a tense pre-war atmosphere.

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In the evening.

On the wall of Riverrun, Green leaned against the parapet and looked at the sparkling Tengshi River in the moonlight.

Today, Duke Green wrote letters that needed to be carried to various places by ravens as usual. One of them was addressed to Leighton, who stayed in King's Landing to monitor various forces.

As Green's personal bodyguard, Brienne Tarth naturally knew that Leighton was not the butler of the Crabbe family as he seemed, but was actually the chief of intelligence in front of the king.

When she came back from delivering Leighton's letter to the Crow's Nest, she found Duke Green who was distracted frequently.

Brienne's gaze was too intense, so Green retracted his gaze and looked at her: "Is there something wrong?"

Brienne walked over to put on the blue cloak for the lord, moved her thick lips... Then her concern that had accumulated for half an afternoon turned into another sentence: "Would you like a drink?"