Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

"In the Battle of the Red Fork, Attis Arryn used all his cavalry," Kevan Lannister sat at the long table of the royal council and motioned with his eyes to his followers to present the map in front of everyone. He pointed to the middle section of the Red Fork River, north of the Pink City.

"He first asked the Earl of Longbow Hall to use nearly four thousand infantry to form a phalanx to slow down the northern cavalry, forcing the Stark army to dismount and fight on foot." Kevan, the main noble of the Seven Kingdoms, held a chessboard specially made by the carpenter. They were all made into chess pieces and placed on the long table, with the emblem of a crowned stag engraved on the bottom of the chessboard.

The chess piece that symbolizes the Arryn family is the blue falcon with outstretched wings, and opposite it is the brown-grey direwolf head chess piece.

"Great Jon Umber responded in time and wanted Robb Stark's central army to support him." Kevan was about to continue, when the falcon chess piece in his hand pushed towards Stark's central army, but was stopped by Tywin. interrupt.

"How to do it?" Tywin put his finger on the table and made a soft sound, "How can an infantry square force the cavalry to dismount? How to do it?"

Kevan froze in place, his movement of pushing the chess piece stopped.

Tyrion stared at the deadlocked brothers, coughed slightly, lowered his eyes slightly, reached out to hold the wine glass, leaned his lips against the edge, tilted the glass body, and let the wine moisten his lips, but never swallowed it.

It wasn't until Tywin said, "Go on." Tyrion drank the only remaining drink in one gulp.

"Robb Stark was attacked from the flank by the Vale Cavalry. The entire team was almost dispersed. The bastard son of House Bracken chopped off Edmure Tully's head and pretended to be defeated and retreated to Riverrun, cheating away City gate." Kevan pursed his lips. He picked up the chess piece that symbolized Aelin and pulled out the trout piece on the chessboard.

Kevan remained silent, and Tywin just folded his hands together and stared at the chessboard without saying a word.

The important ministers of the Royal Council all shut their mouths knowingly, and Earl Redford Lake fingered the delicate brooch on his chest, which looked more beautiful than the brooch of the King's Hand.

Tyrion knew exactly what his father's silence was pointing to. The Golden Tooth City was lost to the Young Wolf Lord for no reason.

Lord Tytos Blackwood led his troops to change into the uniform of the defeated soldiers of the West, and deceived the gate of Golden Teeth City guarded by Stafford Lannister, allowing the northerners to easily occupy the gateway to the West, and even took away those who had not yet returned. The defeated soldiers in the Western Territory who had a certain organization were wiped out in one fell swoop. In this sudden situation, Davon Lannister, who was guarding the rear, had little time to gather the defeated soldiers and form a new army before the Young Wolf Lord entered the Western Territory.

"Stiffer died in the hands of the rebels. Where is Davon? Is there any news?" Tywin asked.

Tyrion leaned back and leaned back in his chair knowingly, knowing very well that his dear father would ask for news about Davon.

Kevan nodded, "In the dungeons of Riverrun, Attis released most of the hostages."

"Most?" Tywin captured this keenly. "The hostages who have not been released are."

Kevan Lannister took a deep breath, "Raymond Darry, Brynden Tully, and Rickard Karstark. And" he looked at the expressionless Tywin, paused slightly, "And Jeyne Westerling and his brother"

There was a rare silence in the Royal Council. Even the Eight-clawed Spider, who could always praise his father at the right time, remained silent for a long time. Tyrion looked at Varys, but the latter did not notice his gaze. He remained silent. He lowered his head and adjusted his long sleeves.

As for Grand Maester Pycelle, who came to King's Landing from Casterly Rock despite all the hardships, he looked as if he was still awake as always. His drooping eyes and rhythmic lowering of his head always seemed to make it clear to everyone that he was dozing off.

"I remember," Tywin said, resting his folded hands on his chin, "Jeanne Westerling is pregnant."

Kevan nodded slightly, "That's true. Lady Westerling has already sent us a letter complaining about Attis Arryn." His uncle stroked his neck with some hesitation, "I think we can use it in the name of the Iron Throne. "

"Only I can command in the name of the Iron Throne, Ser Kevan Lannister."

A high-pitched voice came from outside the meeting hall, and the sound of the king's boots hitting the ground became louder.

"Gods bless you," Tyrion lowered his head and pursed his lips with a smile, then turned around to look, "bless me for seeing a good show." The little devil looked expectantly at the door that was pushed open, and his dear nephew walked straight into the council chamber. .

"Your Majesty." Wallis and the ministers nodded slightly.

Joffrey stood behind Tyrion and looked at Tywin who was sitting on the main seat. Cersei, who staggered up behind him, said to Tywin apologetically: "I'm sorry, father, little Joe."

"The King's Council has been in session for a week, why hasn't anyone informed me?" Joffrey's voice still had a childish voice. Tyrion ignored Joffrey's serious expression and just looked at the clothes he was wearing. The gorgeous dress, guess what kind of fabric it is made of, velvet? Or silk from Yidi? Or maybe those shiny materials from Reese?

"You have just returned from Casterly Rock and need to rest. Leave these chores to the adults." Tywin sat upright and looked up at Joffrey.

Joffrey shook off Cersei who was dragging his arm, and looked at Tywin with some disbelief, "The Royal Council discusses all important matters that the king needs to deal with, and they are all major affairs of the kingdom. Don't we need a king?"

"Strictly speaking, Your Majesty," Grand Maester Pycelle coughed slightly, "Just like your predecessor, King Robert I, the king can completely hand over these kingdom affairs to the Prime Minister he trusts, and he can focus more on, uh, what he loves."

Joffrey frowned slightly, but heard Tywin speak, "Please go back to your room and focus on what you love."

Tywin waved slightly, and the Lannister guards in front of the door walked in and headed towards Joffrey.

"Get out of here!" Joffrey approached Tywin angrily, "I am the king! No one can order me to do anything, you listen to me clearly! I have to deal with kingdom affairs, and no one can stop me, Lannister!"

"Little Joff." Cersei's face was full of worry. Tyrion had only seen his sister so panicked when it came to matters involving children.

Tywin was not moved at all, and there was even a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "What kingdom affairs do you want to deal with, King?"

"I want to hang traitors!" Joffrey said this sentence almost in a roar.

Tywin narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his head and looked at Joffrey, "You have to learn to be a king."

This sentence was quickly interrupted by Joffrey, "I! Am! The! King!" His face flushed, and he pointed his finger at Tywin.

Tywin's pale green eyes stared coldly at the roaring Joffrey, and his tone was completely indifferent, "Anyone who loudly declares 'I am the king' can never be a real king."

"Oh?" Joffrey said sarcastically as if he heard a joke: "Who is the king, Tywin Lannister? Is it you? You are just a coward, a cowardly wild man hiding in that mountain castle when the war came, and my father, it was my father who killed that bastard Rhaegar Targaryen, and it was my father who sat on the Iron Throne with a hammer and bravery, and you, you only dared to kill weak women and children before the war was about to end! Kneel down in front of my father again! Everyone knows this is true!"