iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 462 The Future of the Kingdom 3
“That’s what I was saying before…”

Melisandre's distinctive voice came over with a Yuhai accent.

"…Mortals cannot understand the great deeds of the Son of Holy Flame."

Her skirt moved slightly as she came to Tyrion, gently stroked Tyrion's head, and continued, "What Eddard Stark saw was that the two bastards were Robert's blood. His Majesty Stannis, who shoulders the fate of the entire world, had to make a choice for the survival of mankind."

Looking down at Tyrion gently, she added, "The night is coming, and everything is dark. The Lord of Light has mercy on the world, but the Wolf of the North still confuses selfishness and justice."

Melisandre bent down, grasped Tyrion's cheeks with her soft and hot hands, and kissed him gently on the forehead.

His eyes, one black and one green, seemed to sink into her flaming eyes: "Our great king cannot continue to waste time, brave little lion, the great cause of the Son of Holy Flame to save mankind... ... needs your contribution."

Tyrion's breathing became heavy. The steel-like Stannis trusted him with direct words...

The fiery priestess encouraged him, and her soft... Tyrion's eyes swept over her bulging fullness, and his Adam's apple rolled again.

There was a moment when Tyrion wanted to actively join her "great cause", right here!

But Tysha's image quickly flashed through his mind, which immediately brought Tyrion back to his senses.

Then, Tyrion's back broke out in a cold sweat. Although he liked beautiful women very much, he was not a lion in heat. How could he have such thoughts about the king's witch in front of Stannis?

If Tessa hadn't woken him up in time...

Tyrion showed a look of suppressed excitement, but was extremely wary of the overly beautiful red-robed priestess in front of him.

He bowed slightly to Stannis. "Thank you, my Lord, for your trust in me..."

He opened his mouth, his voice choking slightly: "The despicable dwarf is very willing to serve you."

Stannis turned back to the fire and waved his hand briefly. He said in a cold voice, "Back off."

Tyrion bowed respectfully to the king, who had his back to him, and then a hand with skin as white as fresh milk appeared in his sight.

The voice of the "evil" witch sounded above his head: "I'll see you off."

Tyrion looked up, his lips curved beneath his golden nose. "It is a pleasure, my charming lady."

Melisandre and Tyrion paused before the doors to the great hall.

"Dear little lion, if a man does not choose to be a good person, then he is a bad person. There is no one else between good people and bad people."

Tyrion scratched his cheek. "My lady, I may be a bad guy now, but I once dreamed of being a good guy."

Melisandre smiled slightly, her hoarse and deep voice seemed to be able to arouse a man's most primitive desire at any time, which made Tyrion stare at her involuntarily.

"I can feel the burning fire in your body. If you are willing to serve His Majesty wholeheartedly, please visit me one night. I will bring you unprecedented pleasure, my dear little lion."

The gate was closed, but Tyrion still stood there. Something to liven up the mood... the "magic" across the strait... Grimm and Qyburn...

Tyrion pinched his chin. Was the dangerous woman whose name Green did not reveal that day Melisandre (Chapter 306)?

She is indeed a dangerous woman. If Tysa hadn't "pulled" him back, he would have almost committed an unforgivable crime in front of Stannis, who never forgives sins.

Yes, Tyrion could fully imagine the tragic end of the rutting lion.

"Master Tyrion, that's not a good place to pee."

The voice brought Tyrion back to his senses. He turned around and saw Bronn leaning against a stone pillar.

Tyrion grinned and walked towards Bronn, saying, "You overestimate my courage, sellsword."

Bronn chuckled, and when Tyrion approached, the two of them walked together in the empty corridor.

Tyrion glanced behind him and asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"

Bronn habitually showed a lewd expression: "Another fight, I and the prince who calls himself a sea monster have become as close as brothers."

Tyrion raised an eyebrow. "Is he as bad a drinker as they say?"

Bronn shook his head. "He can drink a lot. The noble prince just gets himself drunk every time. That's why people mistakenly think he can't drink a lot." He rubbed his head as if he had a headache. "Whenever he drinks too much, he likes to tell me about the glorious history of the Sea Monster Family. It's always like this."

Tyrion reached out and patted Bronn's thigh. "You have gathered enough information. The rest will have to wait for their arrangements."

After a pause, he grinned, "Before that, you need to continue to serve him well. The more normal you get along with each other, the safer we will be when the time comes."

"As ordered."

Bronn, who was originally weak, saw Tyrion taking off the purse, and his eyes suddenly lit up, although it was much thinner than before...

Taking the purse thrown by Tyrion, Bronn grinned: "I am at your disposal."

"Alas, I am beginning to worry that you will betray me again."

"How could that be possible? I will always be loyal to you, Master Tyrion."

As they turned into another corridor, Bronn, laughing, turned his head to look at the large black wooden door in the distance and suddenly said, "My lord, I heard that the king wants to close the women's branch of Mole Village (Chapter 419)?"

Tyrion shrugged. "His Majesty feels that the existence of that place is a sulliment to the honor of the Night's Watch."

Bronn complained: "He's so cruel. Those poor 'treasures under the ground' will starve to death in the snow. Oh!"

"Don't worry, as long as there are men in this world, they will not starve to death."

"Well, you are the benevolent former Prime Minister, sir."

Tyrion paid no attention to Bronn's encouragement: "The former Prime Minister who was ousted."

Bronn moved closer and whispered to Tyrion, "That's the only place where the Night's Watch is allowed to stay."

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Sir Martial Baker, the successor of Kleber's retainer knight Mason Baker, followed the orders of his lord and arrived at the Twins with the Seafront army that had just surrendered to Kleber.

In the name of Duke Glyn Crabbe and the Small Council, Ser Martyr sent someone to Cleos Frey, the eldest son and acting lord of Lord Emmon Frey stationed in the Twins, to ask Crabbe to be allowed to pass through the Twins freely before completing his mission of gathering refugees from the riverlands.

When the weak-willed Cleos Frey was hesitating, Lord Emmon's second son, Lionel Frey, refused on his brother's behalf.

According to the Kleber Law, Martyr warned three times, but the Twins still refused stubbornly, so he ordered the army of Seafront to build siege weapons and prepare for a forced siege.

After Martyl received the news that Lord Emmon and his wife were arrested by Lord Green on charges of betraying intelligence on the Lannister army, he sent people into the Twins again.

The Twins still refused to open the gates, but demanded to negotiate with Crabbe for the ransom of Lord Emmon's father.

At the same time, ravens from the Twins flew to King's Landing, bringing the Freys' protest against Crabbe's atrocities.

The carpenters summoned in Haijiang City built siege weapons such as battering rams, siege ladders, and catapults day and night, and a tense pre-war atmosphere permeated the Twin City.

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evening.

On the wall of Riverrun, Green leaned against the parapet and looked out at the Tengshi River sparkling in the moonlight.

Today, Duke Green wrote letters as usual, which needed to be carried to various places by ravens. One of them...its recipient was Leighton, who stayed in King's Landing to monitor various forces.

As Green's personal bodyguard, Brienne of Tarth naturally knew that Leighton was not the butler of the Kleber family as he seemed, but was actually a person similar to the chief of royal intelligence.

When she returned from delivering Leighton's letter to the Crow's Nest, she discovered Duke Greene, who was rarely distracted.

Brienne's gaze moving back and forth was too intense, so Green withdrew his gaze and looked at her, "What's wrong?"

Brienne walked over and put a blue cloak on the lord, moved her thick lips... and then the concern she had accumulated for half an afternoon turned into another sentence: "Would you like a drink?"

(End of this chapter)