iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 460 The Future of the Kingdom

Shhh————

squeak---

squeak--

squeak.

Shivering, the imp shook little Tyrion, then pulled up his pants.

Theon Greyjoy...

"Little lion."

The sudden voice startled Tyrion, who was a little distracted. He turned his head and laughed tremblingly: "Oh, charming Lady Melisandre, I almost wet my pants."

"Is that all?"

Melisandre was wearing a crimson cloak with a hood. When she walked, one could see the blood-red gauze skirt underneath, and even deeper... Tyrion's Adam's apple rolled secretly.

Tyrion turned around, put his hands behind his back, looked up at her, and grinned, "Good day. Please forgive its intrusion, my lady."

Melisandre chuckled, and her fullness trembled slightly through the thin fabric of her cloak. Tyrion couldn't help but imagine the scene of it being shaken by him.

Facing Tyrion's burning gaze, she smiled slightly: "It seems that the cold wind of the Wall has not extinguished your enthusiasm, cute little lion."

Tyrion quickly averted his gaze and said humbly, "Beautiful lady, even the white snow cannot conceal your charm. Alas, no one can resist your flame, and I am just one of them."

"I love your naughty tongue."

Melisandre held out her hand to Tyrion. "Two men have rejected my fire. I am glad you are not the third."

Tyrion glanced at Melisandre's pale, slender fingers, then wiped his own hand on his clothes before bending down and taking her hand.

"It's obvious that those two men have special preferences, such as not liking women."

Tyrion's expression was a little flattering, and Melisandre's hoarse and low voice rang out: "One is the Onion Knight, and the other is..."

Her ruby ​​eyes moved slightly, and she looked down at him: "Duke Kleber."

When she finished speaking, Tyrion's heart couldn't help but skip a beat, but he said indignantly: "Oh, I don't know much about that smuggler..."

After a pause, he continued, "Madam, based on my understanding of Duke Green, he must have been fascinated by you for a long time. Maybe he is just shy, hehe..."

Melisandre stared at him silently, and the smile on Tyrion's face gradually became stiff.

These red eyes always made him feel like he was naked and...guilty.

Melisandre suddenly smiled and said, "Let's go... Brave little lion. I am a little curious. You don't seem to be surprised by the wildfire brought by King Stannis."

Tyrion was led away by Melisandre. He shrugged and replied: "Curiosity kills. If I had learned to keep my mouth shut earlier, perhaps my father and sister would not be so eager to get rid of me."

He grinned. "I miss the beauties of King's Landing. They loved my...golden dragon very much."

He looked around: "Where are we going?"

"His Majesty the King wishes to see you."

Tyrion raised his eyebrows. "Today's meeting... is it over so soon again?"

Melisandre looked ahead, her eyes seemed to be burning with fire: "Lord Stark is a mortal. He cannot understand the great cause of the Son of the Holy Flame."

The cold wind blew up Tyrion's messy hair. He scratched his cheek and said in surprise: "Duke Stark should be willing to support His Majesty Stannis. After all, this is directly related to the survival of the North."

Melisandre nodded slightly. "Their disagreement is over the King's blood." "The King's blood?"

"With the King's Blood, I can help His Majesty Stannis awaken the dragon in the stone and defeat the White Walkers."

Tyrion's eyes widened. "The legendary dragon?"

Melisandre nodded again. "Winterfell has taken in King Robert's two bastards. They are the blood of the king that the Son of the Holy Flame needs."

Tyrion's eyes rolled slightly. He thought for a moment and said, "Robert's bastard needs to sacrifice his life. Is that why Lord Stark objects?"

Melisandre's voice echoed in the cold corridor: "Everything has a price, wise little lion."

Then she added, "Your sister has been imprisoned in the Great Sept of Baelor by the Archbishop. She has been accused of adultery and treason, and the servants of the false god are preparing to put her on trial."

Tyrion was thinking about dragons and the blood of the king, but Melisandre suddenly changed the subject, which made him slightly stunned.

After a pause, he blinked his eyes and said, "Are you saying that my good sister has been captured by the monks and is going to be tried?"

His one black and one green eye moved slightly: "Thank you, this is the best news I have heard recently."

"That is what King Stannis has sent you for."

Tyrion shrugged. "My wise sister freed the beast from the cage, but locked herself in. Alas, I am sorry I cannot hear her roar."

Footsteps were heard at the other end of the corridor, and Tyrion soon saw the tall, stern-faced Eddard Stark, and several Northern lords following him.

Tyrion judged from the speed of the footsteps and the volume of the sound that the wolves were getting very angry at the moment.

As they passed each other, neither spoke a word, only nodded politely.

"They don't seem to be in a good mood, ma'am."

"The great Lord of Light will guide all those who are lost."

The Great Hall of Castle Black.

Stannis Baratheon stood before the hearth, gazing into the roaring flames.

He glanced at Melisandre and Tyrion who were greeting him, moved his feet, sat down on the worn wooden chair, then pointed to the chair opposite him, motioning Tyrion to sit down.

Tyrion bowed slightly in thanks, then limped over to the chair and climbed up.

"The new High Septon will try Cersei Lannister for her betrayal of Robert."

Stannis's eyes were deep, and Tyrion touched his chest and said, "This is good news for you, your majesty."

"I have already announced that woman's crime to the Seven Kingdoms..."

Stannis's eyes narrowed, and then his teeth chattered. "They would rather trust the High Septon than the rightful King of the Seven Kingdoms."

Tyrion's tone was sincere: "The process may be unpleasant to you, but the result is friendly to you, my king."

He tapped the armrest of the chair with his fingers like dry branches and said, "If the trial goes well, all seven kingdoms will know that their little king is a bastard, and I am the only legitimate king."

After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked, "Do you think they will send someone to greet me?"

"According to the kingdom's succession laws, they should do so."

Tyrion stroked his chin and continued, "But...it depends on what the Golden Rose and Marigold will do."

Tyrion continued, "Whether the trial in the Great Sept of Baelor can proceed smoothly depends on whether the two dukes are willing to support it. Even if the septa take up the axe, they cannot decide the future of the kingdom. This is a fact, my king."

(End of this chapter)