Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Tyrion shaved his beard, stroked his chin, and looked at himself in the mirror.

Pod was busy adjusting his robes, which were the clothes Tyrion should wear to the banquet. It was probably too small. The servant licked his lips and faced the complicated pockets and buttons on the robes with some confusion.

Tyrion raised his arm and patted Pod's back, "Don't bother, Pod," he took the robe, frowned and turned the clothes, "It's a fancy thing, not practical at all..."

Pod was slightly puzzled, "Isn't this a formal dress, Prime Minister, how beautiful it is, look at the pattern, and the golden lion embroidered on it..."

Tyrion put it on skillfully, muttering, "I misunderstood, Pod," he opened his arms and pouted at the sleeves below, "Tighten it, Pod."

Pod squatted down and was about to tie the rope, when Tyrion's joking words suddenly rang out, "You have to remember, Pod, don't wear this dress when facing the lovely socialites in King's Landing," looking at Pod's puzzled face, he raised his eyebrows exaggeratedly, "What if you can't untie it in a short time, and your hard cock loses interest?"

Tyrion smiled at the corner of his mouth and looked at Pod teasingly, who was lowering his head and looking shocked.

"Okay, okay, I'm just kidding, Pod," Tyrion tapped the servant with his fingers, "You are my servant, the servant of the king who saved the kingdom from danger, don't act like an ignorant beggar every day."

Tyrion walked to the balcony and opened the window suddenly. The bright sunshine shone on his face, embracing his dwarf body with warmth, and comfort and satisfaction surged in his heart.

I did it, Lannister needs me... Even if I'm a dwarf, I'm a Lannister lion...

Tyrion closed his eyes and enjoyed the sunshine. Roose Bolton led his headquarters back to Maidenpool, and even left the captured royal nobles in their respective castles. Although soldiers were arranged to guard, the purpose was obvious. Four thousand northern soldiers from the Tallhart family and the Glover family stayed in Duskendale, but they just defended the city.

Compared to the threats faced before, the pressure on King's Landing has been greatly reduced.

Tyrion appointed Bronn as the commander of the capital garrison and severely reorganized the gold cloaks. The food from the riverlands relieved the pressure on the gold cloaks, so the scale of more than 3,000 people was maintained.

In addition to the 200 Lannister guards left by his father, the situation in King's Landing was completely stable.

"Finally, there is a chance to breathe after these days of troubles..." Tyrion muttered to himself, sighed, and closed the window.

"I am your king, but now I am like a wild dog on the side of the road! Being ordered around at will!"

Joffrey threw the long sword in his hand fiercely to the floor, and the blade hit the ground of Casterly Rock, making a loud collision sound.

Cersei's red lips pursed the edge of the wine glass, and her eyes looked at Damion Lannister standing upright in front of Joff with a slightly cold look. Her father led the main force of the West to meet the enemy and entrusted Casterly Rock to this cousin of Lannister.

Damion pursed his lips. This Lannister knight seemed to have not recovered from the news that his eldest son died on the battlefield. His eyes were still full of sadness.

Poor guy, you should be proud of your son. At least he died on the battlefield defending Joff and Lannister, and died under the swords of rude northerners. Unlike you, you hid behind the mountains of Casterly Rock like a coward, and you didn't even have any news about Jaime. It was a big mistake for your father to let you be the acting lord of Casterly Rock.

As the red wine went down her throat, Cersei thought of Jaime. She squeezed the glass with a little force, and her fingers turned white under the pressure. There was a hint of anger in the queen mother's eyes.

"And I was driven from King's Landing, which had thousands of troops, to Casterly Rock, which only had hundreds of troops, by Tywin Lannister," Joffrey's face flushed, and he stared at Damion Lannister with wide eyes, his tone full of doubt, "Do you think that I, your king, can't count?"

Cersei heard Joffrey mention Tywin, her eyes slightly lowered, looking at the bottom of the wine glass.

Damion looked up at the angry king and nodded slightly, "Your Majesty, you should have seen that Casterly Rock is not so much a castle as it is a mountain city carved out of a huge rock by the sea. A few hundred garrisons stationed at Casterly Rock are equivalent to a hundred thousand troops."

"How ridiculous!" Joffrey laughed contemptuously, "A hundred thousand troops, if your Lannister soldiers are so good at fighting, why didn't I see Robb Stark's head?"

"It's just a metaphor, King." Damion looked at Cersei, his eyes seemed to remind himself.

Ridiculous! Cersei ignored Damion and looked away with contempt. Joffrey is your king. If you annoy the king, don't even think about asking the queen mother for help.

Seeing that Cersei ignored him, Damion's eyes dimmed slightly, and he turned to Joffrey and said, "Your Majesty, we don't need to care about Robb Stark. He broke his promise and the alliance between the North and the Vale has ended. He is surrounded by the castles in the West. Sooner or later, he will be defeated."

"There is only one end for a fool who fools the king, and he will be hanged on the top of the city." Joffrey's eyes were full of indifference, "Go away, Damion Lannister, I hope it's not your head hanging on the top of the city in the future."

Damion took a deep look at Joffrey, lowered his head, and turned away.

Joffrey snorted twice, and Cersei could hear some pleasure. Joffrey was very pleased with the way Damion bowed his head just now, as if he was approaching a proud lion and bowing his head in submission.

"You did well." Cersei shook her wine glass and smiled at Joffrey.

What Cersei was left with was Joffrey's disdainful look, "A king doesn't need his mother to guide him."

"You're right." Cersei stood up, not angry at Joffrey's arrogant words. A qualified king is just like this, not afraid of anyone.

"Stark has defeated us so many times, countless troops loyal to the royal family have been slaughtered, but I stay in this castle carved out of the mountain. What's going on? Am I a barbarian who eats tree bark and wild vegetables in the mountains?" Joffrey shook his head and looked at the surging waves through the arched windows carved out next to the main hall.

"The people who live here are your most loyal vassals, the Lannisters of the West, your mother, your grandfather, and your uncle, all live here." Cersei approached Joffrey and said to him.

"My grandfather is thousands of miles away, and my uncle is nowhere to be found."

Joffrey showed resentment, "And I am hiding in this broken mountain cave with my mother, like two wild men."

"Believe me, we will return to King's Landing sooner or later, so as not to let the city fall into the hands of a dwarf and be desecrated and played with. I don't know how many prostitutes have slept in the bed of the Prime Minister's Tower these days. He is a shame."

Cersei thought of Tyrion, who was in King's Landing and held great power. Her eyes were full of resentment. Her father actually handed the capital to the deformed child who killed her mother, and she, as the queen mother of a country, was hiding in Casterly Rock, just like what Xiao Qiao said, a wild dog that was expelled at will.

Sansa stroked the pink petals, bent her knees, knelt on the soft soil, looked at the blooming flowers, and smiled.

"Do you like it, Miss Sansa?" Tyrion's voice appeared behind him. Sansa put away her smile, stood up quickly, looked down at her toes, and timidly responded, "My Lord."

Tyrion circled the bouquet beside him and nodded with satisfaction, "A few days ago, a gardener starved to death on the streets of King's Landing." He looked at Sansa's tender face and put away his words, "Sorry, I shouldn't mention these terrible things in front of you."

"As long as you like." Sansa smiled and looked at Tyrion.

Tyrion frowned, "But now," he picked a flower, "King's Landing doesn't have to worry about these flower care craftsmen, after all, the riverlands are unobstructed."

"It's all your credit. I've heard that Lord Tyrion Lannister saved King's Landing and summoned the grain team from the riverlands." Sansa's voice was still as soft as a noble lady should be, and she had a standard smile on her face.

Tyrion was slightly stunned. "Who is so kind to say that I saved King's Landing?" He exaggeratedly grinned and made a funny expression in front of Sansa.

"Everyone says so." Sansa replied in a serious manner, still with a standard smile on her face. Lady Catelyn really raised a good daughter.

Tyrion padded his steps. He could see some joy and happiness from Sansa's back just now. It seemed that poor Miss Sansa had been in a good mood since Joffrey followed his father to leave King's Landing.

Even if it was the daughter of the enemy, Tyrion would not make it difficult.

It was Tyrion's idea to leave Sansa in King's Landing. He guessed that Robb Stark and Lady Catelyn, who loved her daughter, would set their first goal on rescuing their daughter, but as the war situation has developed to this point, Robb did not seem to have the idea of ​​mobilizing troops to the east and attacking King's Landing.

Tyrion wanted to use King's Landing as a stronghold to attract all of Stark's attention, so as to give Tywin more time to hold the Westerly and restore order. After all, Robb Stark only had a few thousand cavalrymen, and he could not hold a castle even if he captured one. Now the losses in the Westerly were strictly limited to being looted and burned.

The situation was beyond his expectations, but it was obviously developing in a better direction.

The Young Wolf broke off the engagement, Artis Arryn agreed to the conditions of the marriage, and Roose Bolton was in a dilemma. Tyrion sent a fast horse to his father's camp. He did not dare to send a message by raven, fearing that it would be intercepted by the Northern Army or the army of the Reach. I believe it should have been received by now.

"It is rare for the Red Keep to hold a banquet tonight. I hope the lady will participate." Tyrion bowed slightly and said to Sansa.

"Sure, my lord," Sansa nodded, her face full of smiles. "I think I will be able to attend King Joffrey's victory banquet sooner or later. I love King Joffrey deeply. May the Seven Gods bless me."

Tyrion frowned slightly. He looked at Sansa's innocent and smiling face and nodded, "Of course, my lady."

The little devil looked at Sansa's back as she left, thinking, "Maybe, Miss Sansa, you will live longer than those of us who claim to be chess players in the Game of Thrones."

"Tyrion took away my city, took away the Iron Throne that belonged to the Queen Mother and Little Joffrey, and wanted to take away my daughter!" Cersei roared. It was indeed the lion of Lannister. The wine glass smashed on the floor and shattered into several pieces, almost scratching Damion Lannister who came to tell her the news.

Damion looked at the dent on the floor. It was pierced by King Joffrey's steel sword a few days ago, and now it has provoked another victim.

"Your Highness," Damion looked at the angry Cersei, "This is the advice of your father, Lord Tywin, to send Princess Myrcella to the Vale in exchange for the loyalty of the Eyrie. Otherwise," Damion was not afraid of the hysterical queen mother in front of him. Even if Joffrey was here, Lord Tywin was enough to give him the confidence to speak, "If the Vale does not support the Iron Throne, the Lannister family and our king may really be trapped to death in this castle."

Cersei chuckled and looked at Damion, who had a calm face. "Take a daughter away from her mother, never." She stepped around the broken glass of the wine glass. "You also have a son, Sir Damion. You men send your children to the battlefield without blinking an eye. I'm really curious about how your wife reacted when the news of your death reached her ears."

"She cried loudly, and I could only watch her cry helplessly beside her, Queen Mother," Damion was unmoved. "My son is loyal to the Lannister family, and this is his honor. "It is a blessing for him and his mother, and your daughter is just leaving you temporarily until the war is over."

"The war is over?" Cersei laughed contemptuously, tears in her eyes, "My father said this to me, and Jaime said this to me, but what happened? My father is fighting a bloody battle with Tyrell in the south, and Jaime is still missing. Tyrion, who took advantage of the situation, occupies the Iron Throne and took away Joff's throne."

"Mother." Myrcella's voice sounded from the curtain. Cersei looked behind her with tears in her eyes, a little panic.

"Princess Myrcella." Damion bowed slightly.

Cersei didn't want to show this expression in front of her daughter. She raised her sleeves and wiped away her tears secretly. "What's wrong, my sweetheart? It's me. Did I disturb you?"

"No," Myrcella walked out of the curtain, "You didn't, mother, I just..." She seemed to be summoning up the courage to confess in front of her mother and Damion, "I just don't want to see you cry. If, if I can share the burden for Xiao Qiao and mother, I am willing to leave, don't worry, mother."

Cersei shook her head and hugged Myrcella into her arms. Two lines of tears slid down, "It's okay, Xiao Qiao and I are fine, really okay, dear."

Damion Lannister looked at Myrcella's immature but determined face and lowered his eyes slightly. This girl is kinder than Joffrey and braver than Tommen. If she becomes queen

Damion shook his head, eliminated unrealistic thoughts, stepped back slowly, and didn't want to disturb the mother and son, and left silently.

It's a little late, sorry, one update today