Chapter 4 Chapter 4 Tyrion

In the white uniform of the Kingsguard, Ser Mandon Moore looked like a shrouded corpse. "The Queen Mother has an order: Do not disturb during the meeting." "Sir, I am only a small matter," Tyrion said, pulling the parchment from his sleeve. "This is a letter from my father, Tywin Lannister, the current Prime Minister, with his seal on it." "The Queen does not wish to be disturbed," Ser Mandon repeated slowly, as if Tyrion was an idiot who did not understand what he had just said. Jaime had said that Moore was the most dangerous character in the Kingsguard - except himself, of course - because he had no expression on his face and no one could tell what he was up to.Tyrion wanted to read something in his face now.If swords were to be confronted, this man would certainly not be a match for Bronn and Timett, but he killed Joffrey's guards as soon as he took office, so what happened in the future?But having said that, if he was allowed to succeed in this way, what authority would he have?So he forced himself to smile. "Ser Mandon, I don't think you have seen my companion. This is Timett, son of Timett, and he is the 'Red Hand' general of the Burning Men in the Moon Mountains. This is Bronn, you should still Remember Ser Vardis Egan, Captain of Lord Arryn's Guard?"

"I know this man." Sir Mandon's eyes were light gray, and his eyes were extremely dull and lifeless. "As you know, he no longer exists." Bronn smiled slightly and corrected him aloud. Ser Mandon seemed deaf. "Anyway," said Tyrion briskly, "I should really like to see my good sister, and pass this letter in by the way, sir, would you be kind enough to open the door for us?" The white knight was unmoved.Just when Tyrion couldn't bear it anymore and was about to be tough, Sir Mandon suddenly stood aside. "You can go in, but they can't."

It's a small victory, but the fruit is still sweet, he thought.He has passed the first test.Tyrion Lannister pushed open the door and walked into the hall, suddenly feeling taller.The five important ministers who were discussing state affairs stopped after seeing this. "It's you!" Half of her sister Cersei's tone was unbelievable, and the other half was extremely disgusting. "Now I know where Joffrey got his good manners." Tyrion paused, admiring the two Valyrian sphinx statues guarding the gate on one side, and the other on the right, with a look of total enthusiasm. self-confidence.Cersei is as sensitive to weakness as a dog can smell fear.

"What are you doing here?" My sister looked at him with her beautiful blue eyes without any emotion. "Help our dear father deliver the letter." He staggered to the table and placed the tightly rolled parchment between the two of them. Eunuch Varys held out his slender, powdered hands and picked up the letter to play with. "Lord Tywin is so thoughtful, even the sealing wax is like yellow gold." Varys checked the seal carefully. "No matter how you look at it, it seems real." "Of course it's true." Cersei snatched it up, lifted the sealing wax, and unfolded the letter.

Tyrion watched her read the letter.At this moment, his sister was sitting on the throne generously—he speculated that Joffrey, like Robert, seldom attended the imperial meeting—in this case, Tyrion did his part and climbed to the position of Prime Minister. "How unreasonable!" said the queen at last, "my father sent my brother into the palace to take over his duties, and he told us to regard Tyrion as Hand of the King until he can come to court in person." Grand Maester Pycelle twirled his waterfall-like white beard, nodded thoughtfully and said, "In this case, we have to formally welcome him."

"Exactly," said Jonos Slynt, a double-jawed, nearly bald man who looked like a frog, a frog who was once in a position to be smug. "My lord, we need you just now. Right now, rebellions are everywhere, and there are fierce scenes in the sky. There are riots in the streets and alleys of the city..." "Lord Janos, whose fault is this, may I ask?" Cersei snapped. "It's up to your gold-cloaked guards to maintain order. As for you, Tyrion, you must be right to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy." We are more helpful." He smiled, "No, no, I've killed enough enemies, it's better to be thankful. Sitting on a chair is much safer than riding a horse. Besides, I would rather hold a wine glass than a battle axe. It doesn't mean that the drums on the battlefield The sound is thunderous, the golden armor is dazzling, and the horses are whistling? Alas, the drums give me a headache, and the armor is almost scorched by the sun. It’s almost the same as the roast goose at the harvest banquet. As for the horses, they know how to shit everywhere But I shouldn't complain, the drums and horse manure and flies are nothing compared to the hospitality I received in the Vale."

Littlefinger laughed loudly: "Well said, Lord Lannister, what you said really won my heart." Tyrion smiled at him, thinking of a dagger with a dragonbone hilt and a Valyrian steel blade.We need to find a time soon to talk about this.I don't know if Earl Petyr will find it interesting. "Therefore," he said to the crowd, "please allow me to be of service, even in trifles." Cersei read the letter again. "How many people did you bring?" "There must be hundreds of them, and most of them are my own. Dad won't send any manpower no matter what. After all, he is fighting a war."

"What good are your hundreds if the Renlys come down, or Stannis crosses the sea from Dragonstone? I asked for an army, and my father sent a dwarf. The king's choice of prime minister, with the consent of his ministers. Appointments shall be made later. It is our lord father that Joffrey appoints." "And my lord father appointed me." "He has no right to do so, except with Young Joe's consent." "If you want to question him personally, Lord Tywin is leading an army stationed in Harrenhal at the moment." Tyrion said politely, "My lords, can I have a few words with my sister in private?"

Varys stood up slickly, with his usual flattering smile. "Sister Ling's sweet voice must make you miss you a lot. My lords, how about we let them get together for a while? It's not too late to deal with this turbulent state affairs later." Though Janos Slynt hesitated and Grand Maester Pycelle faltered, they were up at last.Littlefinger was the last to stand. "Should I just ask the steward to tidy up a few rooms for you in Maegor's Mansion?" "Lord Petyr, thank you for your kindness, but I want to live in the former residence of Prime Minister Lord Tarry Stark."

Littlefinger smiled and said, "Lord Lannister, you are much more courageous than me. You should know what happened to our former two prime ministers, right?" "Two terms? You want to scare me, why don't you just say four terms?" "Fourth term?" Littlefinger raised his eyebrows. "Could it be that Lord Ayrin's previous two prime ministers also encountered accidents in the tower? I'm afraid I was too young to pay more attention." "Aerys Targaryen's last Prime Minister was killed in the fall of King's Landing. I doubt he had time to move into the Tower at all. He was only fourteen days before and after. The previous one was killed. Burned alive. And before that, two deprived of their lands and titles, died in exile, penniless and penniless, and thought they were lucky. I believe my father was the last to leave King's Landing unscathed prime minister."

"It's really interesting." Littlefinger said, "The more I listen to it, the more I feel that sleeping in a dungeon is safer." Maybe you'll get what you want, Tyrion thought, but he said, "I've heard there's a thin line between courage and stupidity. Whatever curse is on the Hand Tower, I hope my little man can escape it." its clutches." Janos Slynt laughed, Littlefinger twitched slightly, Grand Maester Pycelle nodded solemnly, and followed the two out. "Father sent you all the way, I hope you didn't come to give us a history lesson." After the others left, my sister shouted. "You have no idea how much I miss your sweet voice," Tyrion sighed to her. "You have no idea how much I would like to take that eunuch's tongue out with hot pincers," Cersei shot back. "Father is in a daze? Or did you forge the letter?" She read the letter again, getting angrier the more she read it. "Why did he leave you to me? I want him to come by himself." She clenched her fist and crushed Duke Tywin's letter. "I am Joffrey's queen regent, and I have royal orders for him!" "And he ignored you," Tyrion pointed out. "He's got a lot of troops in his hands, so he's got nothing to fear. He's not the first one to defy you anyway, is he?" Cersei pursed her lips, looking angry. "If I say this letter is fake and tell them to throw you into a dungeon, I guarantee that no one will dare to defy me." Tyrion knew very well that he was walking on thin ice at this moment, and if he made a slight mistake, he would be doomed. "Indeed," he agreed graciously, "and especially our father with his armies. But, my dear dear sister, why do you throw me into a dungeon when I have come all the way to help you? Woolen cloth?" "I don't want you to help me, I just order my father to go to court." "Really?" he said quietly. "It's James you want." My sister thinks she is smart and sophisticated, but Tyrion grew up with her, and he has already grasped her personality clearly. Reading the expression on her face is as easy as reading his favorite book. What he read at this moment It's anger, fear, and despair. "James he—" "—my brother, after all," Tyrion interrupted. "As long as you support me, I promise you, I will bring James back safe and sound." "How is that possible?" Cersei demanded. "That Stark kid and his mother won't forget that we beheaded Lord Eddard." "True," agreed Tyrion, "but you still have his daughters, don't you? I saw the sister with Joffrey in the square." "That's Sansa," said the Queen, "I claimed I had her sister's wild thing too, but it wasn't true. I sent Ser Meryn Tran to get her when Robert died, but she That damn dance teacher got in the way, so she took the opportunity to escape, and no one has seen her since. Many people died in the city that day, and I think she probably died.” Tyrion originally planned to exchange two Stark girls as bargaining chips, but now there is only one left, so he has to make do with it. "Tell me, what's going on with our important ministers and friends." My sister glanced at the gate. "What happened to them?" "Father doesn't seem to like them. When I started, he said, 'I don't know what it would be like if these guys' heads were cut off, put on spear points, and hung on the wall beside Lord Stark's head. ’ He leaned across the table. "Are you sure they can be trusted? Do you trust them?" "I don't trust anyone," Cersei snapped, "but I need them. Father thinks they're up to no good?" "It may be said that he is so skeptical." "Why? What does he know?" Tyrion shrugged. "He knows that although your son has only been king for a few days, he has already caused too many mischiefs. From this, it can be seen that someone must have taught Joffrey badly." Cersei shot him a look. "Little Qiao is not short of good advice, but he is stubborn. Now that he is a king, he feels that he should do as he pleases and not be manipulated by others." "Anyone who wears a crown will lose his mind," agreed Tyrion. "The Eddard Stark thing...really meant for Joffrey?" The queen mother frowned and said: "I told him carefully, according to the plan, he should have lenient and let Stark wear black clothes. In this way, not only will there be no future troubles, but it is not impossible to negotiate peace with his son. As a result, Joff Li thinks it is his duty to let the audience see a good show, what can I do? He said in front of the whole city that he would cut off Lord Eddard's head, and Jonos Slynt and Ser Ilyn were even more impatient. Happy to do so, without asking me at all!" She clenched her fists. "Now the Archbishop scolds us for hiding it from him, and then defiled the Cathedral of Baelor with blood." "Yes," said Tyrion, "does this 'lord' Slynt have a share, then? Tell me who it was that conceived the idea of ​​giving him Harrenhal and appointing him As an important minister of the court?" "Littlefinger arranged. We need Slynt's gold cloaks. Eddard Stark was plotting with Renly for power, and he wrote to Stannis, offering to give up the throne. We almost I will lose everything. Now it seems that although the danger was saved, it was also a thrilling one. If Sansa hadn't come to me and told me her father's plan..." Tyrion was taken by surprise. "Really? His own daughter said it?" Sansa has always been a gentle and polite child. "This little girl is just in love. She just wants to be with Joffrey. She will do anything. She didn't expect him to cut off her father's head, and he called it 'mercy'. Now her love The dream is shattered." "Hah, the way he wins his favor is quite unique, Your Grace." Tyrion grinned. "Surely it was Joffrey's intention to dismiss Ser Barristan Selmy from the Kingsguard?" Cersei sighed: "Joffrey wanted to find someone responsible for Robert's death, and Varys suggested that Ser Barristan should be stabbed. This is not bad. On the one hand, Jaime can command the Kingsguard and become a high-ranking minister in the court. On the other hand, little Joe has bones to feed the dog. He likes Sandor Clegane very much. We were going to give Selmy a fief, a tower, and that good-for-nothing old man doesn't deserve it." "I heard that two of Slynt's men in gold robes wanted to arrest him at Mud Gate, but they were killed by this useless old man." The elder sister looked displeased, "Jenos should send more people there, his ability to handle affairs is really not as good as expected." "Ser Barristan Selmy was Robert Baratheon's Kingsguard," Tyrion reminded her deliberately. Mu lives. The people speak of him as Savin the Mirrorshield and Aemon the Dragonrider come to life. If they see Barristan the Bold and Robb Stark or Stannis How do you think they will feel when Baratheon fights side by side?" Cersei looked away, "I didn't expect this level." "Father thought of it," said Tyrion, "and that's why he sent me to put an end to this absurdity and make your son good." "Little Qiao doesn't even like to listen to me, and he won't even listen to you." "That's not necessarily the case." "Why should he listen to you?" "Because he knows you will never hurt him." Cersei narrowed her eyes. "If you think I'll let you bully my son, you're sick beyond repair." Tyrion sighed, as before, completely missing the point. "Joffrey is as safe with me as with you," he assured her, "but it will be easier to obey if you make him feel threatened." He took her hand. "Anyway, we are siblings after all. Whether you admit it or not, you really need me; your son wants to keep that ugly iron chair, and he needs me too." My sister seemed surprised that he should touch her. "You've always been very clever." "It's just a little cleverness." He giggled. "In this case, it is worth a try... However, Tyrion, make no mistake, I accept you, but you are only the former Prime Minister in name, but actually my Prime Minister. Before you take any action, you must Plans and intentions must be discussed with me in advance. Do not act without my consent, is that clear?" "Hey, it's clear." "Do you agree?" "Of course," he lied, "my dear sister, I'm at your disposal." But only when I need it. "Well, now that we have the same goal, we should have no more secrets from each other. You said that Joffrey ordered Lord Eddard to be killed, Varys drove Barristan away, and Littlefinger sent Lord Slynt, so Jon Who killed Ayrin?" Cersei withdrew her hand. "How do I know?" "The sad widow in Eagle's Nest City seems to think that I did it. I really don't understand. How did she come to this conclusion?" "You're looking for someone who understands, and that's definitely not me. Eddard Stark is such a fool to accuse me of the same crime. He hinted that Lord Arryn suspects...well, or firmly believes..." "Are you in love with our good James?" She slapped him across the face. "You think I'm as blind as Dad?" Tyrion rubbed his cheeks, "Who you sleep with is none of my business...it's just that you spread your legs to one brother and won't do the same to the other. It doesn't seem fair." She slapped him again. "Be gentle, Cersei, I'm only kidding. To be honest, I'd rather hang out with a pretty whore. I don't know what Jaime likes about you, other than being able to admire your own reflection." She slapped him again. Although his cheeks were flushed and painful, he still smiled and said, "If you keep beating me, I will be angry." This made her stop. "what do you want?" "I have new friends," said Tyrion, "that you will never like. How did you kill Robert?" "That's what he asked for. We just sent him on his way early. When Lancel saw Robert was after the boar, he gave him the strong drink. It was his favorite red sour, but it was overdone. Yes, three times stronger than usual, and the drunkard fell in love with it. In fact, he could stop drinking anytime he wanted to, but he just finished one bag and asked Lancel to get another one. The rest The boar did the part for us. Tyrion, you should have been at that dinner, for I never had such delicious boar in my life—mushrooms and apples, it tasted like victory." "Sister, really, you're a born widow." Tyrion kind of liked Robert Baratheon's brusque bravado... partly, no doubt, because his sister hated him. He went to the bone. "Are you done enough? I'm going to say goodbye first." He twisted his legs and climbed off the chair awkwardly. Cersei frowned. "Don't go. I want to know how you plan to rescue Jaime." "Once I figure it out, I'll tell you. Strategies are like fruits, which take time to ripen. Now, I'm going to ride around the streets to get acquainted with the city." Tyrion put his hands on the On the head of a sphinx by the door. "Before I leave, I have something to tell you. Please don't let Sansa Stark get into trouble. If you can't keep your two daughters, then your James will be in trouble." Out of the chamber, Tyrion nodded to Ser Mandon and walked through the long vaulted hall.Bronn followed, but Timett's son, Timett, was nowhere to be seen. "Where is our Red General?" Tyrion asked. "He wants to look around. People in their clan are not used to waiting in the hall." "I hope he doesn't kill any important people in the palace." Although the aborigines brought down by Tyrion from the settlement in the Bright Moon Mountains swore to be loyal to him in their own way, they were also arrogant and hot-tempered. Once someone speaks rudely, whether it is intentional or not, they will definitely confront each other with swords. "Try to find him, and make sure everyone else has a place to live and something to eat. I want them to be stationed in the barracks under the Prime Minister's Tower. Don't let the steward put the Stone Crow Ministry and the Luna Man Ministry together. Oh, tell him , The Burning Man Division must have its own barracks." "Where are you going?" "I'll break the anvil." Bronn laughed unscrupulously: "Do you need an escort? I heard that the streets are quite dangerous." "I'll call my sister's captain of the guard, and remind him, by the way, that I'm a Lannister through and through. The fellow probably forgot that his allegiance is to Casterly Rock, not Cersei or Joffrey." An hour later, Tyrion rode out of the Red Keep, escorted by a dozen Lannister guards in crimson cloaks and lion-striped halfhelms.Passing under the gate, he noticed that the heads hanging on the city wall, though soaked in asphalt, had long been rotted and blackened, making them unrecognizable. "Captain Villars," he called, "by tomorrow, take these heads down and have them cleaned by the Sisters of Silence." Re-pairing the heads with the bodies was difficult, but what had to be done had to be done.Even in wartime, some rules must be followed. Villar looked hesitant. "Your Majesty said that the traitor's head will be hung on the city wall until the last three empty guns are also stuck on the head." "Let me guess, one is Robb Stark, and the other two are Lord Stannis and Lord Renly, right?" "Yes, my lord." "Villar, my nephew is only thirteen years old, please keep that in mind. Tomorrow I will have these heads removed, otherwise one of the empty guns will have something to hang on, do you know what I mean, Captain ?” "Yes, my lord, I will personally supervise." "Very good." Tyrion clamped his legs and galloped forward, letting the red-cloaked guards behind him follow up. He wasn't entirely lying when he told Cersei that he intended to get acquainted with the city.Tyrion Lannister didn't like what he saw at all: the streets of King's Landing, usually bustling with people, were full of danger he had never seen before.On the side of Textile Street, a dead body was lying in a ditch, naked, being bitten by a group of wild dogs, but no one cared.Gold-cloaked guards in pairs can be seen everywhere, wearing black ring armor, patrolling the streets and alleys, never leaving their iron rods.The bazaar is full of rags-to-riches people who sell their property, and they sell it if anyone wants to bid... But there are almost no farmers selling meat and vegetables, and the few stalls that display food are asking prices that are as high as three times that of a year ago.There was a peddler down the street selling roast rats on skewers. "Fresh rats!" he shouted, "fresh rats!" Of course fresh rats taste better than rotten rats, but surprisingly, those rats look more attractive than the butcher's meat .When he arrived at Flour Street, Tyrion saw guards standing guard at every store, and he couldn't help thinking: It seems that in extraordinary times, it seems that it is cheaper to spend money on mercenaries than bread. "Isn't there no food coming into town?" he said to Villars. "It's pitifully small," admitted the captain of the guards, "there have been many wars in the Hejian area, and Lord Renly has raised troops in Highgarden again. The two roads to the west and south have been blocked." "How does my dear sister respond?" "She is gradually restoring law and order in the country," Villar assured him. "Lord Slynt has tripled the size of the City Watch, and the Queen has sent a thousand craftsmen to build the fortifications. Stonemasons are responsible for thickening For the city walls, the carpenters made hundreds of crossbows and catapults, the fletchers were busy making arrows, the blacksmiths forged swords, and the alchemists' guild was willing to provide 10,000 jars of wildfire." Tyrion shifted a little uneasy in the saddle at these words.He was glad Cersei wasn't out of it, but the incendiary was not reliable, and ten thousand jars of the stuff would burn King's Landing to ashes. "Where does my sister have the money to buy so much?" It was no secret that King Robert's death left the royal family with huge debts, and alchemists were anything but altruistic. "Lord Littlefinger has a way of getting money, my lord. He makes it compulsory for anyone who comes into town to pay his taxes." "Well, it works," Tyrion said lightly, but he thought in his heart: clever, what a clever and cruel way.Thousands of people fled to King's Landing to escape the fighting, thinking it would be safer.He had seen the crowds on the King's Road firsthand: mothers with children, worried fathers eyeing his horse and carriage greedily.When these people reach the outside of the city, they will definitely dissipate their wealth and exchange for the towering city wall as a barrier... But if they know about the wildfire, they may reconsider. The inn with the broken anvil sign was within sight of the city walls, near the Gate of the Gods, from which they had entered in the morning.Once in the courtyard, a little boy ran to help Tyrion off his horse. "Take your men back to the castle," he said to Villar, "I will spend the night here." The captain of the guard hesitated. "My lord, is it safe here?" "Well, let me tell you, captain, when I left here this morning, it was already full of mountain people from the Black Ears. No one can be absolutely safe living with Qila, the daughter of Zeke." Tyrion limped toward the gate, leaving Villar bewildered. He squeezed into the hotel lobby, and a burst of laughter hit his face.He recognized Zira's hissing laugh and Shae's silvery chuckle.The girl was sitting by the fire, sipping wine at a round wooden table, beside the three black-eared men he had left behind to protect her, and a fat man with his back turned away.He thought it was the innkeeper...but when Shae called Tyrion's name, the visitor rose immediately. "My dear lord, I'm so glad to meet you." The eunuch put powder on his face, with a soft smile hanging from the corner of his mouth, and said pretendingly. Tyrion stumbled. "Lord Varys? I didn't expect to meet you here." The White Walker catch this guy!How did he find them so quickly? "I beg your pardon if I disturb you," said Varys. "I suddenly wanted to come and see your young lady." "Young lady," repeated Shae, playing with the words. "My lord, you are only half right, I am only young." Eighteen, Tyrion thought, you're only eighteen, and a whore, but quick-witted, quick as a kitten in bed, with big shiny black eyes and silky black hair , and a small mouth that is sweet, soft, hungry and thirsty... It all belongs to me!You eunuch are disgusting! "Lord Varys, I think I am the one who disturbed you." He tried his best to be polite, "When you entered the door just now, you seemed to be talking and laughing." "Lord Varys praised Zira's ears, saying she must have killed a lot of people to get such a beautiful necklace," Shae explained.It annoyed him to hear her call Varys "Lord," because that was the tone she used in her pillow talk. "But Zira says that murderers are cowards." "The brave will save the life of the enemy, so that he will have the opportunity to wash away the shame in the future, and win back the ears with his ability." Zira is a dark and thin woman with a terrible necklace hanging around her neck. Tyrion counted , no more, no less, fully made up of forty-six dried and wrinkled ears connected in series. "Only in this way can we prove that we are fearless." Xue Yi smiled and said, "Then the adults said that if he is a person with black ears, he probably won't be able to sleep, otherwise all the dreams will be people with only one ear left." "It troubles me not," said Tyrion. "I am afraid of my enemies, and I have to kill them all." Varys grinned and said, "My lord, would you like to have a drink with us?" "I'll just have a drink." Tyrion sat down beside Shae.He knew exactly what the whole thing meant, but Zilla and the girl didn't seem to understand.Varys was here to convey a message, and when he said, "I suddenly wanted to come and see your young lady," what he really meant was: You're trying to hide her, but I know not only who she is, but I know her too. Where is it, now I am looking for you?He wondered who betrayed him, the innkeeper?Stable boy?City gate guard?Or... his subordinates? "Every time I go back to the city, I like to walk through the gate of the gods." Varys told Shae while pouring wine for everyone, "The gate tower is so beautifully carved, it makes me cry every time I see it. Those eyes... …It’s so lifelike, don’t you think? It’s like watching you go under the gate.” "My lord, I didn't pay attention to that," Shae replied, "Since you said so, I'll go and take a look tomorrow morning." Just save your energy, baby.Tyrion thought, swirling the wine in his glass.He doesn't give a shit about carvings, he's bragging about his eyes.What he meant was: He is watching us closely, and he has already grasped our movements as soon as we entered the city. "Be careful when you go out, my boy," said Varys. "King's Landing isn't very safe these days. I know the streets like the back of my hand, but I'd be alone and unarmed like I am today, and I'd hardly dare Come on. Alas, the current situation is critical, outlaws are running rampant everywhere, the swords in their hands are cold, and the heart is even more ruthless." This means: since I can come here alone and unarmed, of course other people will come here. You can come to the door with a sword in hand. Xue Yi just smiled, "If they dare to harass me, just wait for a few ears and get kicked out by Qi La!" Varys laughed like it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard, but when he turned to Tyrion, there was no smile in his eyes. "You are such an amiable young lady, and I would take great care of her in my place." "That's what I'm going to do. Anyone who dares to do her a disservice—well, I'm too small to be a black-eared person, or to pretend to be brave." Do you hear me?Dead eunuch, I can also play this game, if you dare to touch her hair, I will kill you. "I will not bother you." Varys stood up. "My lord, I think you must be exhausted. I just want to welcome you and let you know that I am very happy to have you back. The court desperately needs you. You Did you see that comet?" "I am short, and I am not blind," said Tyrion.On King's Row, comets took up almost half of the sky, completely obscuring the light of the new moon. "The people in the streets call it the 'Red Messenger,'" Varys said. "They say the comet heralds the arrival of a new king, and warns of blood and fire to follow." The eunuch rubbed his powdered hands, "Lord Tyrion, before I go, can I give you a riddle?" He didn't wait for the other party to answer, "Three prominent people sit in a room, one is a king, one is a monk, and the last The second was a rich man. Among them stood a mercenary, a man of humble birth and little talent. Each of the eminent men ordered him to kill the other two. The king said, "I am your rightful king, and I order you to kill them. The monk said: "In the name of the gods in the sky, I ask you to kill them." The rich man said: "Kill them, and I will give you all my gold, silver and jewels." 'Please tell me - who will die and who will live? "After speaking, the eunuch bowed deeply, stepped on soft-soled slippers, and hurriedly left the hotel lobby. After he left, Qi La snorted, and Xue Yi frowned, "The one who survived was the rich man, right?" Tyrion sipped his wine thoughtfully. "Maybe, maybe not, I guess it depends on the mercenary." He put down his glass. "Come on, let's go upstairs." They started at the same time, but in the end she had to wait for him at the top of the stairs, because her legs were slender and quick, and his were short, stunted, and it hurt like hell to walk.But when he went upstairs, she teased him with a smile: "Did you miss me?" She said while holding his hand. "Crazy," Tyrion admitted.Shae was only a little over five feet tall, but he still had to look up... luckily it was her, and he didn't care because she was so cute. "When you live in the Red Castle, you will miss me all the time." She said as she led him into the room. "Especially when you're all alone in a cold bed in the Prime Minister's Tower." "Isn't it?" Tyrion wished he could take her with him, but was expressly forbidden by his father.Duke Tywin ordered him very clearly: "You are not allowed to bring that whore into the palace", and bringing her into the city was the limit of his defiance.She had to understand that all his authority came from his father. "You will not be too far from me," he assured, "you will have a house, and guards and servants, and I will come to you at every opportunity." Shae kicked the door shut.Through the narrow, foggy panes, he could make out the Great Sept of Baelor atop the Visenya Hills, but it was a different sight that really attracted Tyrion.Shae bent over, grabbed the skirt of the coat, pulled it up over her head, took it off and threw it aside.She never wears underwear. "Then you don't want to rest," she said as she stood in front of him, with one hand on her buttocks, completely naked, her skin was pink and tender, and she was really beautiful. "You go to bed thinking of me, then get hard, and no one to help you, and you can't even sleep at the end, unless—" she gave Tyrion's favorite evil smile, "—oh, my lord Ah, is it possible that the Prime Minister's Tower is a masturbation tower?" "Shut your mouth and come and kiss me." He ordered her. He tasted the lingering aroma of wine on her lips, felt her small but firm breasts pressed against his chest, and her nimble fingers moved towards his belt. "My lion," she said, as he paused in the kiss to undress himself, "my dear lord, my Lannister giant." Tyrion pushed her onto the bed, and as he entered her , her screams were loud enough to wake Saint Baelor in the grave, and her nails scarred his back, but no pain felt more pleasurable to him. Fool, when it was over, the two of them lying on the sunken mattress under the tangled sheets, he thought to himself, you stupid dwarf, will you never learn to be good?Shit, she's a whore, she loves your money, not your dick.你难道忘了泰莎？然而，当他的手指轻轻滑过她一边乳头，乳头立即变硬，他可以清楚地看见自己激情时在她胸部留下的咬痕。 “大人，如今你成了御前首相，有什么打算呢？”当他捧起那团温暖诱人的软肉，雪伊问。 “我打算做点瑟曦绝对料想不到的事，”提利昂在她粉颈边轻声呢喃，“我要……主持正义。”