Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

"Renly Baratheon transferred tens of thousands of his cavalry," Tywin pointed at the map. "What Stannis left in King's Landing was a fake fleet, a fake."

Kevan Lannister looked at his brother. Tyrion's suspicion was confirmed. The Lion of the West must be feeling very complicated.

"This is a good thing for us." Kevan said.

Tywin turned around, his tone becoming irritable, "James, my son, there is no news about him, where can he be?"

Kevan knew that he had to calm down at this time, so that he could help his brother put away his violent emotions and regain his sense.

"At least it didn't fall into the hands of the northerners," Kevan said calmly. "If Robb Stark had a hostage like Jaime, we might be informed by the northerners right away."

"Perhaps he is a desperado who lost his homeland regardless of life and death, or he may be a damn deserter who was defeated by the northerners and turned into a bandit!" Tywin paced around the table, gritting his teeth.

Kevan sighed slightly in his heart. He stroked the tabletop of the long table with one hand, feeling the coolness in his palm.

"If we continue like this," Kevan said with difficulty, "we may be completely defeated, brother."

Tywin stood still, like a sculpture.

"James," Kevan clenched his fist, "Even James is not the most important in the current situation."

He looked nervously at Tywin, who had not moved at all. Seeing that he had no reaction, he continued: "Davon wrote to tell us that he raided Branded City at night, which had been captured by the northerners, and found only traces of setting fire to the city. , there is no sign of the northerners.”

Tywin, who had exposed his back to others, closed his eyes when he heard this. These places had almost never been occupied by foreign enemies in the past. The Golden Tooth City was the best barrier, blocking most foreign enemies, but at this time, it also fell into the hands of the wolf. mouth.

Family Honor Tywin couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart. The things he had dedicated his life to maintaining had become relatively insignificant at this moment. The dignified Guardian of the West had reached the point where he actually started to think about the survival of his family.

"None of the scouts sent to Cliff City came back. Davon guessed that Robb Stark was preparing to join up with Greatjon Umber, who was serving as the vanguard of the North." Kevan said.

Tywin turned around, "Say what you want to say, brother."

Kevan was stunned. For a long time, Tywin mostly called him by his title and name. He hadn't heard the word "brother" for a long time.

"Our forces are not concentrated," Kevan said. "King's Landing and Casterly Rock are too far away, and the battle line is stretched too long. King's Landing has no supplies, and our army has no supplies."

Tywin knew what Kevan was thinking. He turned to look at Kevan, "Abandon the throne? Give up King's Landing?"

Kevan nodded and pointed at the map, "Robb Stark is just a young man after all. He separated the army of the North from the Blackfish's army of the river too far and exposed his back to Davon's Western Army, as long as Davon is commanded properly, will hold Robb Stark tightly in the Crag City area and use the favorable terrain of the Western Territory to wear down the mobility of the Northern Cavalry. "

"Our 20,000 Western Border troops returned to the Western Border along the Golden Road, letting Roose Bolton's pigeons go south. The main force rushed to cross the Red Fork River. A small group of troops went north from Deep Cave City. The two groups surrounded Golden Teeth City. The mercenaries of the Eastern Continent There is no need to wait any longer to capture the Golden Teeth, trap Robb Stark to death, and secure the West.”

Kevan expressed all the thoughts he had pondered over the past few days. He took a long breath and looked at Tywin, waiting for his response.

Tywin looked at the map and remained silent. The pride in his heart was at work, torturing his brain.

Cersei took off all her clothes and lay on the bed, as if she had just been brought to earth by the gods.

Lancel Lannister pressed forward, his lower body twitching.

"Hurry up!" Cersei bit Lancel's earlobe, "What's going on with you recently?"

Lancel's face turned red and his eyes rolled up, "It's time, Queen Mother."

He gasped, letting go of Cersei and slumping to the side.

"Useless things." Cersei cursed secretly. She elegantly picked up the thin clothes from the soft chair next to the bed and wrapped them around her body, vaguely revealing her slender and fair figure.

She was so happy that she was so happy that she had fun every day.

Renly did not rush north to find trouble with Xiao Qiao. Instead, he went to the Stormlands and got into a fight with his brother Stannis. There was such a happy thing in this world.

The situation was favorable to the Lannister, and Cersei drank a jug of wine, her face turning crimson.

Let Xiao Qiao's two uncles have a good fight. It's best if they fight to the death and both of them lose most of their money.

Cersei said aloud: "Lancel, are you okay?"

"I" Lancel hadn't finished saying, Cersei's lips were already on his lips.

"Serve your queen mother and help her relieve her loneliness." Cersei leaned close to Lancel's ear and whispered seductively.

The two bodies were entangled again.

The Lannister will win, the lion will never lose to the sheep, Cersei thought to herself, her movements becoming more ferocious.

If this situation continues, Lannister will definitely lose. Tyrion was sitting in a relatively well-preserved house in the Red Keep, with letters from all over the table piled on his desk.

Attis Arryn chose the North, where he had family ties with the Arryn family.

Tyrion sighed, and he looked around. The loyal and honest Podrick Payne stared at the stove in the room seriously. He followed Tyrion's instructions to take care of the wood to prevent the fire from decreasing and to keep the room warm. temperature.

"Pod," Tyrion called, "have a drink, your face is too dry."

Podrick sat on the stool and turned around, "Sir, how do you know."

"I know everything you want," Tyrion spat at him dramatically, "even what you want to eat tonight, corn on the cob? Right."

Pod frowned in surprise, "Sir, you are truly omniscient and omnipotent."

"I really wish I was omniscient and omnipotent," Tyrion curled his lips. "It's a pity that the gods have no mercy except giving me a reasonably smart brain and a small body that is paraplegic."

"Oh yes," Tyrion raised his head, "and the status of Lannister, the enviable noble status, the son of Lord Tywin, the brother of Jaime, the greatest knight, and the light of the West, Cersei." He After a pause, "Forget it, this status is nothing to be proud of, especially now."

He jumped down from the chair. "Maybe I should relax. These piles of letters will make my already big head even bigger." Tyrion walked towards the door.

The voice of Lannister in red robes came from outside the room door, "Lord Tyrion, Lord Varys asks to see you."

Tyrion frowned for a moment, "Varys?"

He opened the door, with the familiar smiling face in front of him. Wallis bowed to him and saluted, "I'm very sorry, Prime Minister. I didn't expect you to live here after the Prime Minister's Tower burned to a pile of black coals."

Wallis opened his big eyes and looked around curiously, "I'm really sorry for you, sir."

"Shouldn't you know exactly where I live, Varys?" Tyrion said as he retreated into the room.

"The world always has misunderstandings about eunuchs. I believe the Prime Minister will not be so superficial." Wallis still had the same smile on his face as he sat in a corner of the room.

"Pod, make tea for Lord Varys," Tyrion ordered.

Pod stood up and said, "Yes, sir." He walked to the square table aside and poured tea.

"So, why are you here to see me, Varys?" Tyrion chose a more comfortable position and sat on the soft chair.

"Worried, my lord," Varys put away his smile, "You know that I have always been worried about the safety of the kingdom."

"Who is not, Varys," Tyrion pointed to the pile of letters on the table, "If anyone in the world is more worried about whether my good nephew can sit on that iron chair, then no one is more suitable than me. ”

"The kingdom is really lucky to have you, Prime Minister," Varys nodded respectfully, "However, I'm not just worried about King Joffrey's throne, I'm worried about the people of King's Landing."

Tyrion closed his eyes, "Food?"

"After food from the south is no longer delivered to King's Landing, the residents will be hungry and cold all day long, Prime Minister." Varys folded his hands and said to Tyrion.

"I know," Tyrion held his cheeks with his hands, "but in comparison, I have more important things to deal with." He made an apologetic gesture, not sure if he was doing it to Varys or to The people of King's Landing looked at it.

Varys looked at Tyrion's worried expression, his eyes wavered slightly, and he thought for a moment.

"Your father is in a bit of a dangerous situation, sir." Varys whispered.

"This is something everyone knows," Tyrion smiled with bitterness hidden in his smile, "The situation is controlled by Robb Stark and Renly Baratheon, and there is nothing we can do about it."

"It is said that Attis Arryn also signed a true alliance contract with Catelyn Stark." Varys said.

"You are so well-informed, Lord Varys." Tyrion looked at the letter he had just received from the messenger, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"My little bird always brings me the news I want to know," Wallis said.

Varys' palms clenched slightly into fists. "Once the Wolf-Osprey Alliance is restored, I think King's Landing will change hands sooner or later. By then, the Prime Minister will have to think of a way out." He looked at Tyrion as if to advise.

Tyrion was about to thank you, but stopped, "I actually want to express my gratitude to you. This feels really weird. To express my gratitude to the eight-clawed spider?"

"I accept your thanks." Varys smiled. He stood up and took a sip of tea. "I believe that the Lannister will not succumb to the headwind. The enemy may seem powerful, but they may not have no opportunities to take advantage of it." ”

Tyrion stared at Varys, and he couldn't figure out what the intelligence minister was thinking.

"Why are you so confident, Varys?" Tyrion said.

"The time has not come yet, we all have to wait patiently, observe, and observe carefully." Wallis left an unpredictable statement.

The tea was brought steadily to Varys and Tyrion, and the steam rose, lingering in Tyrion's eyes.