The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Tyrion's eyes slyly rolled in his sockets, slightly showing his dissatisfaction. He raised his head and looked at the tall Melisandre: "Beautiful lady, don't look at my short legs, but I can also Charge for Lord Stannis."

Melisandre's eyes that were like burning flames moved slightly, and her eyes stayed on Tyrion for a moment as if they were real, as if she wanted to see through him.

Then, the corners of her pretty lips raised slightly, and she responded with a half-smile: "You seem to be questioning His Majesty the King's arrangements, brave little lion?"

Hearing this, Tyrion's little body suddenly trembled: "How is that possible? I just regret that I don't have the honor to fight for His Majesty on the battlefield. He is the son of fire. The true God favors him. It is my great honor to serve for him. I couldn’t be more grateful.”

A slight look of relief appeared on Melisandre's beautiful face: "The King of Light loves the world, the true God blesses the devout, congratulations to you."

Tyrion curved his lips, showing a flattering smile, and said flatteringly: "I sleep staring at the candlelight on the bedside every night, silently praying to the Lord of Light."

Then, he changed the topic: "It is very presumptuous to keep His Majesty the King waiting. Please help me lead the way, charming lady."

Hearing this, Melisandre laughed: "Don't worry, His Majesty is currently meeting with the Commander-in-Chief of the Night Watch."

Tyrion glanced at the slightly wet brown boots on the priestess's feet. The smile on his face deepened, like a blooming chrysanthemum: "It is also a great honor for me to be able to wait for His Majesty's summons outside the door."

After saying that, he bent down gracefully, stretched out a hand towards the stairs, and made a "please" gesture.

Melisandre smiled softly and took steps, while Tyrion limped beside her. Although his steps were slightly staggering, he always kept his head high.

Ser Bronn was leaning leisurely against the wall, holding his chin with one hand, watching their retreating figures with interest.

Not long ago, he received a letter from Lydon, which vaguely mentioned the king's witch Melisandre.

Although it was not clearly stated in the letter, with his keen intuition accumulated over many years as a mercenary, he felt that Krab's special "attention" to Melisandre.

The mercenary's instinct told him that this woman was extremely dangerous.

However, the mercenary was extremely brave when facing his generous employer. He felt that her head must be priceless.

The mercenary's gaze was fixed on Melisandre's fiery red back, and he couldn't help but smile. His smile was still obscene, but a fierce light flashed in his eyes, like a hungry wolf eyeing its prey.

However, at this moment, Melisandre suddenly looked back as if she had eyes behind her back... Sir Bronn was shocked, and quickly calmed down the expression on his face, swinging his right arm exaggeratedly, far away He gave her a breast-stroking salute from a distance.

Tyrion also glanced back and asked doubtfully: "My guards are quite polite?"

Melisandre did not answer immediately, but continued to step forward, the corners of her lips curling up slightly: "He is an interesting guard."

Tyrion's eyes moved slightly, and he immediately complained: "Yes, he is indeed very interesting, and extremely greedy. The gold dragon I spent on hiring him, if it had been someone else, I could have hired ten guards."

As she stepped down the stone steps, Melisandre looked at Tyrion with a hint of inquiry in her eyes: "It seems you like him very much, generous little lion."

Tyrion's eyes moved imperceptibly again, and he shrugged, with a hint of helplessness in his tone: "After all, this is the good intention of the regent."

"Oh?" Melisandre raised her eyebrows, gesturing for him to continue.

"I was sentenced to death by Tywin. Jaime secretly took me out of the dungeon. Green sent me here and arranged for Bronn to be responsible for ensuring my safety." As he spoke, Tyrion grinned, "Those of mine are like Brothers and sisters, knowing that most people in the world don’t like dwarfs.”

Melisandre's red lips raised slightly, with a faint smile: "Greene has always been considerate, and His Majesty Stannis is very fair. He does not judge people by their appearance. He only values ​​your contribution, cute little lion."

"I have heard before that there is a dwarf named 'Patchface' who serves Princess Shireen. This is very important to me, a dwarf who is born despicable." Tyrion's smile became slightly bitter, "It is extremely important. ”

Melisandre's expression was gentle: "The Lord of Light chose His Majesty Stannis to save the world, which naturally includes the dwarf, Tyrion."

There was a faint glint in Tyrion's eyes. He looked up at her and smiled: "Next time, please allow me to draw my sword and fight for His Majesty Stannis."

Melisandre stopped, and her hot delicate hand gently brushed the dwarf's head: "Your wisdom is the sharpest sword, Tyrion Lannister."

Tyrion's eyes twitched slightly as he heard his first name and his outlawed surname coming from Melisandre's mouth.

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Melisandre and Tyrion slowly walked down the stairs. The stone steps under their feet looked a little mottled in the dim light. The torches on the wall flickered with a faint light, elongating their figures on the wall. Wavering.

The two walked down the long corridor in a silent atmosphere, with only their footsteps echoing on the stone floor, making a dull and rhythmic sound.

When Tyrion and Melisandre arrived at the door of the king's study, they could faintly hear the voices of Stannis and the Bear talking inside.

Seeing that their conversation was still going on, Melisandre turned sideways slightly, motioned for Tyrion to follow her, and took him to another room not far away—the king's witch's bedroom.

Stepping into the room, Melisandre gracefully raised her hands and unbuttoned the flame-shaped button under her neck. The crimson cloak, like a flower that bloomed and then withered slowly, gently slid to the ground.

The long red gauze dress she was wearing was displayed in front of Tyrion's eyes, and her charming curves were looming inside. Tyrion's breathing became short of breath as he looked at it.

Although this priestess was extremely dangerous, he had to admit that she was extremely charming and her charm was irresistible.

"We'll go over there after I change my boots." Melisandre's soft voice broke the brief silence in the room.

Seeing her slowly sitting down, Tyrion looked around and found that there was no maid in the room. He couldn't help but feel a little hesitation in his heart. He was wondering whether he should take the initiative to help her change her shoes.

Just when he was struggling in his heart, a smile flashed in Melisandre's ruby ​​eyes: "No need to trouble you."

Following Melisandre's movements, the boots were slowly taken off, and Tyrion's eyes were unconsciously drawn... He saw the smooth ankles and the slender and well-proportioned toes, like a row of crystal clear The gems exude an alluring light in the dim light in the room.

Tyrion only felt his Adam's apple rolling, and his good sister appeared in his mind at an inappropriate time. The king's witch was just like Cersei, even her toes were so beautiful and alluring...

In the process of changing shoes, Melisandre inadvertently revealed the scenery under her skirt, which was round and elastic.

Tyrion's head tilted unconsciously, it seemed... it seemed... it seemed... her body was only wrapped in this thin skirt?

At this moment, a low and hoarse laugh came, and Tyrion suddenly came back to his senses. He raised his eyes and caught the sight of the king's witch.

Her red lips opened slightly, and her voice was full of temptation: "If you are curious, you can visit me at night, and I will let you enjoy the ultimate pleasure."

Tessa…Tessa…Tessa…

At the same time, he warned himself in his heart: danger, danger, danger.

Tyrion tried hard to put away the slightly vulgar expression on his face, straightened his waist, and tried to make his posture appear more reserved: "Madam, I am an honorary night watchman, and I swear not to marry or have children."

Melisandre, who had changed her boots, glanced at him funny, the smile on her face still undiminished: "My promise is always valid, little lion vigilant."

Tyrion secretly thought in his heart that his daughter only loved him because of his golden dragon, but what was the purpose of this priestess who seduced him from time to time?

He repeatedly asked himself, what could he give her, or...what did she want from him? Was that something extremely important?

Forcibly suppressing the wonderful scene of the witch shaking below in his mind, and putting aside the doubts in his heart for the time being, Tyrion smiled at her: "I will remember your invitation, my charming lady."

Melisandre's beautiful eyes glanced at him lightly and said: "Let's go there, good lion."

The sullen Commander-in-Chief of the Night Watch walked out of the room. Without any announcement from the guards, Tyrion followed Melissa into the king's study.

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In the study, the blazing fireplace exuded a warm atmosphere, and orange flames danced. Stannis sat in front of him, his cold and haggard face looking even deeper under the light of the fire.

When he saw the visitor, his voice was as cold as ever: "Tyrion."

This call made Tyrion pause slightly, and then he quickly came to Stannis and bowed respectfully: "Your Majesty."

Melisandre walked to Stannis and put a hand on his shoulder naturally: "Jeo Mormont's wisdom cannot understand your great deeds, your majesty."

"His opinion is not important, he only needs to obey my orders." As he said, Stannis looked at her coldly, "Did you already foresee this result?"

Melisandre tapped her chin: "Yes, Your Majesty, I have seen the answer in the flames."

Stannis gritted his teeth and said, "I wasted my time."

Tyrion stood aside obediently, and Melisandre said softly: "They will soon understand that their only way out is to follow the prophesied prince. Only you can defeat the cold and fear."

"I don't have the patience."

Stannis frowned, moved his gaze to the other side, and said: "Tyrion, I need to place the wildlings I captured beyond the wall in the 'Grant Land', and I will leave this matter to you. "

Before Tyrion could respond, Melisandre's voice sounded: "The little lion once took care of the refugees gathered in King's Landing when he was prime minister. He is capable and experienced."

Tyrion's tone was very humble: "Approximately how many people are there? Well, I need to prepare the corresponding supplies."

"One thousand eight hundred and twenty-three people. 452 men, 877 women, 366 children, and 128 elderly people."

After answering Tyrion's first question, Stannis continued: "These are my first new subjects."

The first batch?

Tyrion rolled his eyes slightly and said tentatively: "Your Majesty, how many more will follow?"

Melisandre answered his second question: "According to the will of the true God, His Majesty Stannis will subdue 100,000 wildlings outside the Wall. They will follow the true king. They are the most loyal flame warriors prepared by the Lord of Light for the Son of Flame."

Hearing this, Tyrion's expression froze for a moment. Although it sounds impossible to achieve, if Stannis really subdues so many wildling warriors, then... his mission is likely to fail.

In this case, what will be his ending?

Tyrion knew very well that Grimm and Stannis would fight sooner or later. He suddenly felt a chill on his neck. Not only his own life, but also for his beloved Tysha, he dared not take chances.

Under Stannis's eyes, it was difficult for him to make his own little moves, and... if he messed up this matter, he would be punished according to the law. He felt that his life would still be in danger at that time.

So painful...

While thinking about the solution, Tyrion continued to secretly test: "Sire Stannis, are you planning to send troops beyond the Wall?"

This time it was Stannis who answered his question: "I will marry Shireen to the 'wild prince', and I have the legal right to order them to surrender."

Then Melisandre explained to Tyrion the origin of the "wild prince".

"According to my understanding of the wildlings beyond the Wall..." After listening, Tyrion explained the different inheritance laws north of the Great Wall and south of the Great Wall.

After he finished speaking, Stannis waved his hand and said coldly: "Since I allow them to settle in the 'Gifted Land', they must obey the laws south of the Wall and believe in the Lord of Light."

Tyrion scratched his hair, pondered for a while, and expressed his concerns: "Your Majesty, traditions are hard to break, and this matter will definitely be difficult. At present, our time and resources are limited. Perhaps... This will consume a lot of our troops."

Stannis's eyes were deep. He examined Tyrion, who looked sincere, and said: "It depends on their own choice. If they are unwilling to accept my rule, the wildlings outside the Wall will stop forever under the Wall."

After a suffocating silence, Tyrion's eyes suddenly lit up: "Your Majesty, as far as I know, the so-called 100,000 wildlings are composed of one tribe after another. In addition to your sword, perhaps my tongue can also serve this matter."

"Tongue?"

Hearing Stannis's question, Tyrion's tongue moved in his mouth and said: "I believe they went south because of unbearable fear..."