iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 366 Trial
Next to the brazier in the king's tent, Robb Stark's chin was covered with a fiery red beard. He paused while stroking his sandy golden hairband, then reached out to take the wax-sealed letter.

His deep blue eyes flashed sharply as he read the letter. King Robb put away the letter, stood up and walked to the long table, looking down at the map of the riverlands on it.

The laughter outside reached the silent tent. Led by King Robb, the Northern Cavalry swept almost all of the western part of the Riverlands and the northern part of the Crownland, never losing a battle and with few casualties.

The most important thing is that they plundered a large amount of treasure in the royal territory, so their morale was very high.

They sang the song a wandering minstrel had written for King Robb's battle of Harrenhal: The Wolf of the Night.

Robb looked up from the map and said, "Ser Reynard, pass on my orders. We will break camp tomorrow morning and head for Seafort."

"As ordered."

Reynald Westerling took a few steps toward the entrance of the tent, but suddenly stopped and paused, then he came back to Robb.

"Your Majesty, my mother...she requests to see you."

Robb's eyes moved slightly. "Where is Lady Sybelle now?"

Sir Reynald opened his mouth and said, "She secretly left Riverrun and followed us from a distance. I have sent people to persuade her several times... but she is very persistent this time..."

He stroked his chest and said, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty. Please believe me, my mother did not disobey your orders on purpose. She was very worried about you."

Perhaps thinking of his lover, Robb closed his eyes in pain and said, "Lady Sybelle's grief is no less than mine. I should be grateful to her."

After a pause, he handed over the letter.

After reading the letter, Sir Reynard forced a smile and said, "Your Majesty, it is a good thing that Duke Tully was able to talk smoothly with Lord Frey."

"It's indeed a good thing."

After looking at Reynard, Robb reached out and patted the arm of his deceased wife's brother: "I am the king, and there are some things I must choose. And..."

He showed Leonard the sandy golden hairband on his palm: "Jenny has never left me. You will always be my family."

Sir Reynard turned his face away, took a deep breath, and said, "Yes, Your Majesty."

Less than half an hour later, the tall Greatjon opened the curtain and strode in. He said in a loud voice: "King Robb, are we not going to continue fighting those damned Lannisters?"

Following behind was Dacey Mormont, the heiress to Bear Island, who was six feet (182cm) tall, but looked a little petite next to the Greatjon.

The female warrior of Bear Island scolded: "Jon Umber, you idiot, you should learn to shut up. His invincible king has his own plans!"

"Damn bear girl, I'm not stupid!"

"Admit it, stupid savage!"

King Robb raised his hand to calm the two men's quarrel.

He glanced at the two of them. "Greatjon, Daisy, there are too many treasures in the baggage train. Someone has reported that some soldiers have begun to secretly throw away food and fodder in order to take more gold."

Hearing this, the Greatjon chuckled and said, "King Robb, we have never seen so many good things."

Dacey Mormont rolled her eyes at the Greatjon.

"Let's go to Haijiang City to take a short break. I will then arrange for ships and people to send the spoils to the North."

"Oh...oh? Haha, that's great. My uncles will be able to marry again soon. Long live the king!"

Dacey Mormont said coldly, "I suggest that they use the treasure to store more food than women. Can't you feel that the weather is starting to get colder?"

Greatjon paid no attention to Mormont's reminder: "At worst, we can spend the winter in King's Landing, King Robb. When you get tired of it, give me the Queen Mother Lannister to warm her bed. I will definitely take good care of it..."

Robb interrupted the Greatjon and said, "Winter is coming."

He glanced sharply at the Greatjon and Dacey, then continued, "After we replenish our weapons, armor, and supplies, we will go to the Twins, and I will marry Miss Frey."

After a moment of silence, the Greatjon said angrily, "God damn it, are those weasels still dreaming?!"

Ignoring the Greatjon, Robb said to the Bear Island female warrior who was still in a daze: "Miss Daisy, please help me shave."

“………, yes, sir.”

After driving away the constantly clamoring Greatjon, Daisy sharpened the dagger in her hand and came to the seated king.

She hesitated, then said, "King Robb, have you decided?"

Robb looked up at the tall Daisy, paused, and nodded.

"I will stand by your side in every battle."

Closing his eyes, Robb nodded again.

SWASH~SWASH~SWASH~SWASH~Daisy held King Robb's chin and skillfully shaved his beard.

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"I am the king!"

Ser Adam turned his head and looked coldly at Joffrey, whose face was distorted, and said, "Your Majesty, I will come back after dinner."

"Get out! Get out of here!"

With a clang, the door was closed. Joffrey was still breathing heavily and glaring in that direction.
After that dinner, Joffrey, at his mother's persuasion, had breakfast with his grandfather and the Duke of Mace the next day and expressed his humility.

After bidding farewell to the Duke of Metz in a joyful atmosphere, he realized that he had lost his freedom as a king.

Not only was he unable to leave the Red Keep, but in addition to the Kingsguard, he was also surrounded by unfamiliar red-robed guards who openly monitored his every move.

Joffrey was, of course, very angry, but each time he was given a large glass of sleeping wine.

If you resist, they will force you to drink.

Joffrey pinched his still painful cheek, his eyes filled with resentment.

Click, string and load the arrow.

Picking up the crossbow, Joffrey aimed at the lion flag hanging on the wall. After a pause, he changed his target and pulled the trigger.

call out!
The crossbow arrow pierced through the decorative ring of the candlestick, and with a clang, the arrow hit the marble wall and fell down.

Still whispering.

With red eyes fixed on the candlestick ring that was still whispering, Joffrey skillfully loaded the bowstring and arrows, and then... with a whoosh, the crossbow arrow shot through there again.

Then, with a click, Joffrey loaded the crossbow again.

At this moment, the door was pushed open, and the figure of Ser Mandon Moore, a member of the Kingsguard, appeared, with Joffrey aiming his crossbow at him.

Sir Mandon's lifeless light gray eyes seemed to be completely unaware of the crossbows aimed at him. He walked straight to him, touched his chest and said, "Your Majesty."

Joffrey aimed his crossbow away in boredom and asked, "Have you heard anything about Lady Margaery?" Ser Mandon's voice seemed to be emotionless: "I heard that she is following the advice of the Royal Council and is learning court etiquette every day."

Joffrey sneered. "She also needs to learn court etiquette? This is another arrangement of my grandfather."

After a moment of silence, Sir Manden spoke up, "The King's wedding is less than a month away, and everyone is praising the future Rose Queen."

Joffrey's green eyes moved, and he looked at the Kingsguard and said, "What are you praising?"

Ser Mandon replied, "Every morning, she prays with the ladies and girls for the peace of the kingdom. They say she will be the most merciful queen in the Seven Kingdoms."

"Foolish woman, can't you see that this is candy that Tywin is trying to trick her with?"

Joffrey was disappointed with Margaery's obedience. Thinking of his mother who only advised him to be patient, he was furious: "It is cowardice that has blinded their eyes. Patience and cooperation... will only bring more humiliation."

After saying that, he suddenly pointed the crossbow in his hand at Sir Manden: "Why do you always appear in front of me recently?"

Faced with the sudden questioning, Sir Mandon's expression and tone remained unchanged: "I smell danger, and my duty is to protect the king."

call out!
The crossbow arrow almost grazed Sir Mandon's cheek, but he did not move at all.

Seeing this, King Joffrey chuckled: "Very good, I trust your loyalty."

As he spoke, he stood up and stepped closer: "I have something to arrange for you, sir."

After a pause, Sir Manden opened his thin lips and said, "Please give your orders."

"Tell Duke Green quietly that I want to see him."

The whites of Joffrey's eyes were bloodshot. He stared at Ser Mandon. "You go find him. He comes to see me. You have to hide it from Tywin. Do you understand?"

Sir Mandon seemed to think about it before replying, "It may take a few days."

This answer made Joffrey chuckle: "Well, you are very clever. I will reward you when this is over, Ser Mandon."

Before leaving, Ser Mandon suddenly said, "Your Majesty, your uncle has sent people to see you three times. I heard that he wanted to see you, but was driven away by my brothers in the Kingsguard and the red robes."

Joffrey asked doubtfully, "Uncle?"

Ser Mandon nodded slightly and replied, "Tyrion Lannister."

Hearing this, Joffrey was stunned for a moment and laughed, "You ridiculous dwarf, do you still want me to pardon him?"

"If that is the case, there is no need to deliberately prevent you from meeting, Your Majesty."

After saying this, Sir Manden stroked his chest, flicked his snow-white cloak, and walked away.

Joffrey blinked. What else could it be if not to beg for mercy? Was it to confess to the king before dying?

A little confused, Joffrey looked back habitually...the hound was not there.

He was immediately angry. What a useless guy! He even broke his leg in a fight!

Click, click, string and load arrows.

When Joffrey glanced at the lion flag hanging on the wall again, he was slightly stunned. Could it be that Tywin didn't want the dwarf to see him?

Why did Tywin stop it?
With a whoosh, the crossbow arrow shot by Joffrey hit the lion's head on the lion flag.

Joffrey admired his work with satisfaction, and at this moment... he had forgotten his doubts.

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Two mornings later, today is Tyrion's trial day.

Perhaps because he and the painter had finally finished Tysha's portrait last night, Tyrion had a good appetite and ate all the boiled eggs, fried bacon and fried bread brought by the jailer.

He took a sip of the fruity summer red and thought that he had to go to the bathroom in advance, otherwise if he asked for a pause during the trial because of "discomfort", it would seem that the dwarf was disrespecting those noble people.

In fact, he was more worried that people would not believe him and would have to perform peeing or shitting in public.

Well...it's not impossible. He felt that the scholar who wrote "True History" would definitely not miss such an interesting and impressive scene.

Forget it... Tyrion sat for a while, then obediently walked to a corner of the cell, sat on the toilet, frowned, covered his mouth and nose, and "emptied" himself.

It was unfortunate enough that Tessa's husband was a mean and cowardly dwarf, but he could not bring her any more ridicule and trouble.

He also wanted to prepare a spacious and warm castle for Tessa, a large number of servants, beautiful dresses and sparkling jewelry, and hire the best chef in the Seven Kingdoms.

The most important thing is that before he finds Tessa, he must have the power to stop her from getting hurt.

It seems that looking at the Seven Kingdoms... Tyrion had to admit that his only option was to try his best to please Green.

Fortunately, the man was not interested in the dwarf's **.

There was a pungent stench all around, but Tyrion was still able to grin at the thought of his wife, and he even laughed out loud.

When Tyrion changed his clothes and walked out of the cell, he saw Ser Adam and a dozen gold cloaks guarding outside.

He put his hands behind his back and looked around, saying, "I thought my kind father would send the Kingsguard to escort us. Has he forgotten that I am the king's uncle?"

Ser Adam stood sideways. "Lord Tyrion, the main duty of the Kingsguard is to protect the king. Moreover, Lord Tywin believes that you are a member of the royal family. If other nobles see you being escorted by the Kingsguard at this time, they will doubt the fairness of today's trial for no reason."

"Me at this moment? I like that word. The Seven Gods, he is always so thoughtful. Gods above, Lord Tywin is always so thoughtful."

Tyrion grinned. "Then please, bring me before the court, Ser Addam."

When they arrived at the door of the throne room, Ser Adam pushed open the huge bronze and oak door and led Tyrion onto the long red carpet connecting to the Iron Throne.

hum!
Hundreds of nobles came to watch today's trial. As soon as Tyrion appeared, everyone's eyes were focused on him.

Tyrion walked with a limp, but he put his hands behind his back as if he was taking a walk, and from time to time he glanced at the crowd on both sides. His black and green eyes saw many familiar faces.

There were many Dornish nobles in the audience, glaring at him. He really wanted to smile at them in a friendly way, but... he held back, because he was worried that if he angered them, they would rush over without hesitation. Now... he cherished his life more than before.

The Iron Throne was empty, and there was no Joffrey in sight, which made Tyrion's eyes twitch imperceptibly.

Beneath the Iron Throne is a platform built for today's trial.

Tyrion's gaze shifted over. Lord Tywin, wearing a black cloak over a red coat, was sitting in the middle. To his right was Lord Mace, wearing a green coat with a gold cloak. To his left was Lord Green, wearing a blue cloak over a white coat.

"Silence! Silence! Silence!"

The trial began with the monks' prayers, asking God to do justice.

At the end of the prayer, the butler sang: "Silence, the trial of Tyrion Lannister for the murder of Oberyn Nymeros Martell begins. The presiding judge is Lord Tywin Lannister, Lord Mace Tyrell, Lord Glynn Crabbe, and the recorder of the trial is Grand Maester Pycelle. The gods in heaven are witnesses."

As the butler finished his words, Lord Tywin leaned forward and stared down. "Tyrion, did you kill Prince Oberyn?"

(End of this chapter)