Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

The meeting was silent. Tyrion turned his head away, feeling something was wrong.

"Joffrey! Lord Tywin is your grandfather, your Hand of the King! He is the lion of Lannister, and the person you trust the most! You have to apologize to him." Cersei raised her voice slightly, but it obviously had no effect on the king.

Joffrey sneered again, "Apologize? Apologize to Lord Tywin who was fooled by Robb Stark and only knew how to lead his troops into King's Landing to show off? I am the king! I don't need to apologize to anyone!"

Tywin's iron-blue face became more tense, and he pursed his lips tightly.

Kevan saw this and said quickly, "Your Majesty."

"Let him speak!" Tywin stopped Kevan's dissuasion loudly, and stared at Joffrey.

Joffrey's flushed face quickly retracted, he looked around at the silent and bowed heads of the ministers in front of the king, and timidly stepped back half a step.

Tywin stood up from the bench. "When someone challenges you, you should respond with iron and blood like your father Robert. When they kneel down and surrender, you should help them up with your own hands. This is how King Robert treated the nobles and peasants who surrendered to him in the War of the Usurper. If not, no one will surrender to you." Tywin paused slightly and approached the retreating Joffrey. "Also, I repeat this point. Anyone who loudly declares "I am the king" cannot be a real king. This is true for Robb Stark and Balon Greyjoy, who claimed to be the king in the Iron Islands." He looked at the guards behind the king, "Take the king back to the bedroom and let him learn how to govern the country!" Joffrey struggled to shake off the guard's hand, turned around and walked straight out of the meeting room, making the sound of stomping as loud as possible in anger. Tyrion silently took the wine jug from under the table. The tense atmosphere just now made him dare not even move, so that he could not lift the wine jug under the table to pour the wine. The wine was poured into the glass. "You have a bad temper, my dear nephew, don't you?"

Tywin spoke at this time, "Lord Varys, who is talking behind Joffrey's back?"

Varys looked up quickly, "I think the king's private life, as the Minister of Intelligence, is out of consideration for the safety of the royal family." He saw Tywin's cold face and changed his words: "I remember there are quite a few jesters and maids."

"Kill these servants who talk nonsense." Tywin said lightly.

Varys nodded slightly, "I will do it, Prime Minister. "

Tyrion thought that this historic royal meeting was about to end, and Tywin made a decision more important than any previous order.

"Deprive the Starks of their position as guardians of the North, deprive the Starks of their inheritance of Winterfell, deprive the Tullys of their position as governors of the Riverlands, deprive the Tullys of their inheritance of Riverrun, and appoint Artis Arryn as governor of the Trident, responsible for subduing the unsurrendered river lords and northern troops, and protecting the rights and fiefs of the nobles who submit to the Iron Throne."

Tyrion looked up at Tywin, "Two of the Seven Kingdoms will return to the Eyrie? "

Tywin turned his head and looked at Tyrion, "The three most important castles in the riverlands, the Twins, Riverrun, and Harrenhal are all under the actual control of Artis Arryn. I just give him what he deserves. If he is ambitious enough, he can treat these lords in the riverlands like he treats Frey."

The situation of swallowing an elephant is bound to be dead. Tyrion frowned and lowered his head to hide his uneasiness. "Artis"

"He is a young man, just like Myrcella," Tywin took a deep breath, "Appoint Artis Si Arryn is the Minister of Justice of the Royal Council and participates in the decision-making of the kingdom's affairs. Come to King's Landing and cultivate some feelings with the engaged Myrcella. After all, she is a princess and should be in King's Landing. The Eyrie is still too high." Tyrion looked at Tywin in surprise. His tone seemed to be reluctant to part with his granddaughter. When did Lord Tywin become so tender? He looked at Kevan Lannister as if asking for an answer, but the latter just nodded frequently and obeyed Tywin's words. Oh, he remembered. Lonely feeling At the same time, guilt surged in his heart. If his mother Joanna was still alive.

"I didn't expect you to be so generous." Tyrion said, and took another sip of wine, swallowing the bitterness that belonged only to him, and continued, "I thought you wanted to eat Artis Arryn." The voice behind him was very small, and Tyrion was sure that only he could hear it.

But obviously not.

Tywin looked at Tyrion coldly, "We still have many enemies, Renly is missing, most of the Stormlands are used by Stannis, and the big enemies are here. We need Artis Arryn."

When they kneel down and surrender, you have to help them up with your own hands, otherwise, no one will be willing to surrender. Tyrion silently recited the words that Tywin taught Joffrey before, and sighed slightly. He really deserves to be his father.

"King Balon of the Iron Islands claims to be the King of the Iron Islands and the North." The Earl of Duskendale, who Tyrion hated, spoke at this time, and seemed unwilling to remain silent in the royal meeting.

"Don't worry about the Iron Islands for the time being, those fools who entertain themselves! "Tywin interrupted directly, shaking his hand in disgust. Tyrion was even afraid that the Hand of the King brooch on his father's chest would fall off. He was always worried about this when he first wore it, but his father didn't worry at all.

Varys folded his hands, "I think it's just a small suggestion. Prince Doran of Dorne made a lot of efforts when we fought against Garlan Tyrell. Your westerly army was brave and fearless, defeating the 80,000 troops of the Reach with fewer troops. The prince also made a small contribution. I think the Iron Throne needs more friends."

"Contact Dorne?" Kevan frowned slightly, "Are the Dornish taking advantage of the situation or helping Stannis? This is still uncertain."

"So we just need to know Prince Doran's attitude, right? More friends are always good." Varys said softly, looking at Tywin with some flattery.

Tyrion shook his head uncertainly, "Then I think it is necessary to offer the heads of the Mountain and others. The Dornish hate them to the core." Tyrion also hated the Lannisters to the core, and he knew it very well, but he didn't say it clearly.

Tywin remained silent for a long time before nodding slightly, "Contact is necessary. As long as Dorne puts forward reasonable conditions, the Iron Throne needs the support of more nobles, and Dorne is naturally among them."

"Who will be the envoy?" Tyrion knocked on the table and muttered this sentence, "This must be carefully considered. After all, we still have some hatred with them, and we must be fearless."

He then saw Tywin, Kevan and even the important ministers of the Royal Council looking at him again.

"I am an old bone," Grand Maester Pycelle said untimely, and Tyrion swore to kill this old pervert sooner or later.

Varys spread his hands, "The little birds need me to contact them directly. If I leave King's Landing, the Minister of Intelligence will only be a vain title."

Tywin looked at him and said as if it was a final conclusion: "Since you proposed it, you will be the envoy, Tyrion."