Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Tyrion lit the candles in various places in the cabin, covered them with lampshades, blew on the candle flames through the dense holes of the lampshades, and adjusted the size of the flames.

Pod stood aside, fiddling with the candles and lampshades like Tyrion.

"Do you really need so many candles, my lord?" Pod still asked this question, looking at the shaking hull with some uneasiness.

"Of course, Pod," Tyrion took out a book from the cloth bag. The title of the book was very long, and Pod couldn't understand it. "It's been so many days, we are almost at Saltpan Town, the ship will go along the coast, and there will be no big winds and waves. These candles... Oh, God!"

The hull shook suddenly, and the candle lamp that had just been covered with the lampshade almost rolled off the table. If Tyrion hadn't reacted in time and reached out to hold it, I'm afraid he and Pod would have to deal with it in a hurry for a while.

Pod looked at Tyrion a little dull, and Tyrion smiled back.

"Sometimes," Tyrion stroked the lampshade, the candle inside had gone out, and he let out a long sigh, "Life is full of surprises, haha." He smiled awkwardly and turned his back to hold the book.

Pod didn't understand, he frowned, "Do you need me to leave, sir?"

"Seven layers of hell, Pod, you should be smarter," Tyrion shook his head, he didn't look back, but waved his left hand back, "Quick, before the lord you serve turns around, take away these useless and dangerous candles, just leave one."

Pod suddenly realized, hurriedly extinguished the extra candles, threw the useless lampshades and candles into the bag, and walked out of the cabin.

Tyrion breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately his servant was not so clumsy that he couldn't clean up these debris. Pod had many shortcomings, but fortunately, the skill of cleaning up the debris left by the nobles was not one of them.

He stroked the soft mattress, fortunately he brought this from King's Landing, otherwise his small body would not be able to withstand the bumpy journey.

Tyrion fell on the bed and recalled it as if it was yesterday.

"You have two tasks, Tyrion," Tywin called Tyrion and looked him in the eye after all the important ministers of the royal meeting left, "before going to Dorne."

Tyrion's body was straightened in place, and he pouted and rolled his eyes upwards. He turned around helplessly, "Why didn't I feel that you valued me so much before?"

"Every Lannister should serve the family." Tywin's words forced Tyrion to not know how to respond.

He moved the bench back and sat on it, "I, the youngest son who has always been regarded as a shame to Lannister by my father, also have this honor?"

A joke was exchanged for Tywin's bad words, "You have always been a shame to the family, and this has never changed." Tywin's words did not show any praise or gratitude for Tyrion's hard work and uncomplaining garrison in King's Landing, but were still full of contempt and disdain.

Tyrion was stunned on the bench, looking at Tywin in confusion, "Why, I..."

"You helped me win over the Vale and Artis Arryn, who is on good terms with you, and stabilized the situation in King's Landing for me. Of course, I can compensate you," Tywin continued without waiting for Tyrion to respond, "but the compensation will be given to you after you complete these two tasks."

Tyrion looked at his expressionless and even somewhat indifferent father, and forced a bitter smile. Thousands of complaints about his father were stuck in his throat, and only turned into a question, "What task?"

"Use your relationship with Artis to persuade Artis Arryn to come to King's Landing to serve as the Minister of Justice," Tywin said lightly, stretching his limbs and leaning back, not caring about Tyrion's real feelings and thoughts, "Second, of course, is the negotiation with Dorne. This is well known and not important. Yes, Dorne is too far away, just satisfy Varys's desire for achievement."

"Conditions," Tyrion opened his tight lips slightly, "You didn't give me any conditions to offer."

"Even the children in Flea Bottom know that Artis and Prince Doran don't have to agree to these things. A family that has just won a great victory and has more than 30,000 knights in the Vale, if the riverlands are integrated and utilized, the Arryn family will be the most powerful family in the Seven Kingdoms, without a doubt. Dorne is far away, and they have just won the victory in looting the Reach. As long as the Red Viper blocks the castle at the Prince's Pass, no matter how many fancy troops there are in the Reach, it will be useless. Besides, their homes are suffering, and I'm afraid no one will be willing to attack Dorne. "

Tyrion stared at Tywin's eyes, and he once again found that Tywin's strength was not supported by much actual power, and was extremely weak.

"A seat on the Small Council means having a say in this country, and Artis Arryn must know that," Tywin said, "King Joffrey wants to personally reward Lord Arryn for his contribution, personally appoint him as Lord Justice, Governor of the Trident, and confirm the legal status of the Eyrie in ruling the Riverlands," he looked at Tyrion, pointing to the Twins, Harrenhal, and Riverrun, "He needs the Iron Throne to help him solve these three places, there is no doubt."

"Explain it to him clearly, and when exchanging ice before, Artis Arryn also promised to come to King's Landing to marry Myrcella. Remember, raise this opinion in front of the lords of the Vale. The noble families of Royce value promises. Don't forget that they have just captured a king called 'Oathbreaker'." Tywin said this in a calm tone, revealing the strategy in full.

Even Tyrion had to admire Tywin's sophistication. He created something out of nothing and used the endorsement of the Iron Throne, the nobles of the Vale and the marriage agreement to bring Artis Arryn into King's Landing.

"What if Artis Arryn brings tens of thousands of Vale soldiers at the same time?" Tyrion asked, "Wouldn't that mean King's Landing will be handed over to someone else?"

Tywin murmured, "Lady Olenna sent a raven to contact me."

"The Queen of Thorns? Isn't Renly still here?" Tyrion said in surprise, "This is incomprehensible, how could she..."

"Most of the Stormlands have surrendered to Stannis. After the Battle of the Hills," Tywin said, "Alister Florent's army brought King Renly with it. It's a wonderful fate. How can they break through the Stormlands?"

Tyrion nodded knowingly, "Tens of thousands of cavalry were defeated by Stannis with less than 5,000 people. It makes sense for the Tyrells to consider their position, but if Renly didn't die, or if Florent didn't hand Renly over to Stannis, Tanis, what should we do? "

"Stannis will not let Renly go. He must get rid of his brother before he goes north to King's Landing. This is the first thing the two brothers have to do," Tywin said calmly, "Unless Renly wants to abdicate? This is impossible. Highgarden is unwilling to face Stannis and Dorne alone. Renly's failure in the Stormlands may make the lords of the River Reach more discordant. The Golden Tree City has planted all its winter food reserves at Renly's banquet. "

Tywin looked at Tyrion, "If Artys enters King's Landing, Tyrell will also enter King's Landing. My army will return to the West, and Tommen will too. We only need to provoke the conflict between the Eagle and the Rose and check and balance each other."

Tyrion nodded silently. Lord Tywin's political sense is still as sharp as ever.