The Mountain of Ice and Fire

"Hey!"

A very abrupt voice rang out.

Angai threw back the blanket and slowly turned his head. A dark-skinned, sturdy man stood inside his tent, clad in leather armor, with a tall, slender frame and a valiant air.

"Get out!" Angai shouted.

Whoosh!

The man flicked a gold dragon over with his finger: "Brother, this gold dragon is yours."

"Get out!" Angai, who had just spent ten thousand gold dragons, was not someone who hadn't seen gold before.

The man remained unmoved and tossed another gold dragon onto the blanket: "Brother, I can give you a maximum of two gold dragons, no more."

Angai flipped himself up and stood, facing the dark-skinned man: "Who are you?"

"Brother, don't worry about who I am. My lord wants Shae to keep him company."

"Who is your lord?"

"Tyrion Lannister."

The Imp!

So this was the acting style of the kind Imp that Lord Mountain mentioned? This kind of behavior certainly has nothing to do with kindness.

"Get out!" Angai pointed to the tent entrance.

The name Tyrion Lannister was a passport among the great nobles of the Westerlands, because that name had a suffix: Lannister. But here with Angai, sorry!

Shae's pair of dark, sparkling eyes looked at the valiant, dark-skinned man with surprise, a bit of slyness, and a hint of expectation.

This man was naturally the mercenary Bronn. For the sake of money, he had rescued the Imp from the Eyrie in the Vale through trial by combat, and then recognized the Imp as his wealthy master, ending his wandering life of 'working' everywhere.

"Brother, our lord is determined to have her," Bronn said. The hilt of a horn-handled dagger peeked out from behind his waist; he had no longsword at his side.

Angai said, "What if I don't agree?"

"Then it depends on Shae's own choice." Bronn slightly changed his angle to look at Shae's face, "Do you want to earn gold that you can't spend in a lifetime?"

Shae giggled, a little shy: "My lord..."

"That's settled then," Bronn said, looking at Angai, "Brother, you see, Shae has already agreed. The money you paid the commander tonight, these two gold dragons are enough compensation, you won't lose out..."

Angai was furious and reached for the sword hanging on the tent.

Whoosh!

A cold light flashed, Bronn's horn-handled dagger was drawn and instantly pressed against his throat.

Angai's body stiffened. The hand gripping the sword hilt dared not move, and his other hand had already been grabbed by Bronn, as if it were embedded in steel.

The dark-skinned man's body seemed to be forged from steel.

Shae cried out in surprise.

Shae had never seen Bronn move so fast.

Drawing the knife, stepping, grabbing the hand, pressing the throat, all in one go. The tip of the knife was so close to Angai's throat. From Shae's angle, the knife was piercing Angai's throat - but actually, there was still a little distance.

"Shae, if you want to earn gold that you can't even lift, wait for me outside."

Shae smiled, her smile sweet and carrying an apology to Angai, a kind of apologetic smile that made Angai unable to hate her. She obediently slipped out, like a nimble cat.

Angai was restrained by Bronn, his throat rolling up and down, unable to move.

The coldness of the other party's dagger made his throat feel the sharp point - even though the tip of the knife didn't pierce his skin.

"General, I'm very sorry...!"

Shae put on her shoes, half-bowing to Angai, her long black hair dragging on the carpet. She once again revealed a charming, apologetic smile: "I'm sorry, General!" She turned gracefully, lifted a corner of the tent curtain, and slipped out.

"Brother, I'm very sorry," Bronn said, "Tyrion Lannister wanted someone, and I already sent two over before, but he wasn't satisfied with either of them."

Angai glared at Bronn, and Mountain's words rang in his heart: If your swordsmanship can gain Captain Dunsen's appreciation, I'll let you lead the hundred-man raiding party.

He was clearly very close to the sword, able to draw it with a reach, but the other party not only came over to block him, but also had time to draw his knife to restrain him and grab his other hand.

"Don't move, and I won't move!" Bronn slowly said. His valiant aura was like a sharp sword, its edge impossible to hide.

Even if Angai wanted to move, he was no match for Bronn. In swordsmanship, he finally realized that the gap between them wasn't just a little bit. Lord Mountain didn't agree to him leading the first echelon of a hundred men, and only now did Angai clearly realize that it made sense.

Angai watched Bronn retreat out of the tent step by step.

*

Tyrion Lannister picked up the candle and sized her up carefully.

The girl in front of him looked down at him from a height of five feet.

Bronn's eyesight was good, this girl was really beautiful.

A pair of doe-like black eyes, a slender figure, and a smile on her face that was sometimes shy, sometimes arrogant, sometimes graceful, and sometimes wicked.

Tyrion was very satisfied with this woman.

"What's your name?"

"Shae!"

"My name is Tyrion Lannister, everyone calls me the Imp. You are very pure."

"My lord, if you're happy, think of it that way." She said with feigned seriousness, her eyes hiding a mischievous smile.

This greatly increased Tyrion's interest.

"I like purity."

"Is that so? Then you have to pay double."

Shae's clever response made Tyrion's heart blossom.

"Shae, I am a Lannister, and I have plenty of gold. You will find that I am a very generous person... The day you leave me, you will find that gold is not a good thing, because there is too much of it, and it is tiring to carry around. I want you to live with me, eat with me, sleep with me, drink with me, and laugh with me. When I am tired, you have to massage me, and when I am in a bad mood, you have to sing and tell me stories. When noble knights come, you have to sit next to me and drink, play finger-guessing games, and issue orders... And one more thing, whether I keep you for a day or a year, as long as we are together, you can only belong to me."

"Very fair."

Tyrion put down the candle and took her hand... Tyrion understood that he really needed her, he needed someone to adjust his mood, and tomorrow, or the day after, he might die in battle...

Shae closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep. Tyrion couldn't sleep. The song suddenly appeared in his mind - the season of love. Gently, the Imp hummed.