Game of Thrones: Winter Dragon Lord

Chapter 132 Blood Raven

Tyrion made up for his height difference with a Myrish bedding on the chair.

It seems that the long table of the imperial meeting has never thought of a dwarf sitting on it.

Only court jesters have a place for dwarves.

The position of the king was still Duke Tywin, who received the Storm King's envoys in the hall, and then held the imperial meeting.

They didn't even have time to eat a lunch.

Ser Kevan sat upright, and Cersei looked distraught.

For gods, it was the first time Tyrion had seen her like this, and in the Great Hall.

"Can you hear the Storm King's conditions clearly?" Lord Tywin's voice came like a cold wind.

The silver-haired boy made it very clear that if King's Landing did not cooperate with them, Stannis would move his army north, and give Storm's End and the Narrow Sea to the Dothraki and the Ironborn.

"Let them go if they want to go to the north. If the land of snow and rocks can make us lose one enemy, it is definitely not a good thing." Earl Matus Rowan said.

Although the conditions of the Marquis of Shengxiating were vague, everyone could tell what he wanted.

"It's not the North that they want, and Lord Stark won't give up his territory," Sir Kevan said.

Even so, the land in the North occupies half of Westeros, and there is room for all of Stannis there.But Tyrion felt that his uncle was right. People in the North believed in the old gods, not in the Lord of Light.

"They want us to fight the Dothraki to the point of losing both sides, and then lead the troops south from the Neck." Lord Redwyne maintained a rational analysis which was rare.

After the fleet was destroyed in Whispering Bay, he hated the Ironborn with hatred.

If the northern border, the riverlands, and Stannis join forces to go south, can King's Landing, which has just fought the Dothraki, win again?

Tyrion denied it in his heart, it was hard to say whether they could defeat the coalition forces of the prairie people and the iron people.

"Then give them the Stormlands," Tyrion suggested.

With Stannis holding on to the enemy in the Stormlands, Westmarch and the Reach could rest in the rear, without bringing the flames of war to them.

The West and the Reach won't be the first battlegrounds.

If they were cavalry, they could only go ashore from the Stormlands and the Riverlands, if their leaders were not stupid.

As for the iron people wanting to seize King's Landing, they must at least pass through Blackwater Bay, and Dragonstone Island will also become a barrier for King's Landing.

"They want more than the Stormlands, Tyrion," said Lord Matus Rowan.

One Stormland is not enough for Summer Pavilion and Stannis.

The war should be dominated by them, and King's Landing needs to provide them with wartime supplies, return all the prisoners and the castles captured in the war.Acknowledging the castles they occupied in wartime.

It is impossible to promise these.

"Even if we don't give them Stormlands, they'll take it back, or give it to the Dothraki." Tyrion shrugged.

"Tell them news of Stannis, Varys," Lord Tywin ordered him.

The eunuch said in a soft voice: "My lords, what the Marquis of Shengxiating said is indeed exaggerated. As far as I know, there should be about 300 ships left on Dragonstone Island at this time, and there are only [-] soldiers left. people."

"Is he lying to us?" Ser Redwyne asked.

The eunuch tilted his head, "It's not true, in Storm's End, my Lord Marquis indeed has an army of tens of thousands of people."

"Where did he get so many people?" Count Matus Rowan was surprised.

"The wildlings of the king's forest made him king, and Jafari Dondarrion, Heywood Felber, Hugh Granderson, Roland Storm, and others assembled an army for him."

Their family was entrusted by King Joffrey Baratheon for their meritorious service in the Battle of the Blackwater.

1 people can be said to be too many, or too few, depending on how many cavalry there are.

"In any case, he agreed to come to King's Landing, which at least showed Stannis' attitude," Ser Kevan said.

Everyone knew that Duke Tywin had made his decision.

"The meeting is over now, Tyrion and Cersei stay here, we have to talk about the wedding." Duke Tywin announced.

The wedding here is naturally not about the king's wedding, but his Tyrion's wedding.

All the adults in the imperial meeting got up and left one after another.

Only the Lannisters remained.

"Father, shouldn't I avoid it?" Tyrion asked. It was his wedding, after all.

"No, you'd better know the process, this time it's not about letting the wild cultivator declare the oath to you, don't lose face of the Lannister family." Lord Tywin's tone was calm.

"Where is the wedding going to be held? The church is preparing for Little Joe's wedding." Queen Cersei finally recovered.

"There won't be many, just in the small hall of the Chancellor's Tower," Ser Kevan said.

"Is the tailor's clothes ready?" Lord Tywin asked.

"Already working on it, I believe you will be satisfied with the groom's clothes, Tyrion." Uncle looked at him.

Tyrion could only smile far-fetchedly, he had no doubts about it, but no matter how nicely a dwarf wears, he won't be the protagonist of the ball.

"What is the Stark family's attitude towards the wedding?" Tyrion asked casually.

"As long as you take that girl's first night, you don't have to worry about their threats, Tyrion."

No wonder, if he really did that, Lord Ed would have his second brother chop it off and feed him the direwolf.

"I hope you can get her pregnant as soon as possible, then we can use the baby in our womb to demand that Lord Stark send troops."

They discussed for a while, and Lord Tywin announced the end of the meeting.

He took his uncle Kevan away first, and Tyrion jumped out of the chair, only to see Cersei looking at him with those beautiful green eyes.

The little devil looked at her sideways, "Dear sister, are you ready to marry into High Court?"

He saw those eyes light up with anger.

"I'm not going anywhere," Cersei answered Tyrion angrily.

Tyrion shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and turned to leave.

"Where did you find that person?" Cersei's voice came from behind the audition.

"Who?"

"That boy with silver hair."

Tyrion thought for a moment. "Oh, you mean Cole? He wasn't silver-haired when we first met."

Speaking of silver hair, Tyrion also had some guesses. He looked through the aristocratic genealogy of the Seven Kingdoms. That kid was probably the illegitimate son of Blood Raven Brynden Rivers, or the illegitimate son of Blood Raven's illegitimate son. His wattle The Rhelian Sword is likely to be the "Dark Sister", the lost sword of House Targaryen.

Duke Bloodraven served as Hand of the Kingdom for a time, and even quelled the Blackfyre Rebellion several times.

"He is willing to sacrifice his honor in exchange for the peace of the country." This is what the Duke of Bloodraven said when he was tried in the records.

(End of this chapter)