Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Tywin reached out, took the wine glass, and poured the wine.

The sound of the red wine pouring into the bottom of the glass was very crisp, followed by Tywin's heavy and low voice.

"Tell me what you want, Tyrion," Tywin's eyes were fixed on the wine gradually filling up, without looking at Tyrion, "although you have been visiting brothels and sleeping with prostitutes, bringing shame to the family."

Tyrion lowered his eyes, looked at the table, and a lonely and self-deprecating smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

"But you did make plans for the family and stabilize King's Landing for the king," Tywin raised his head, squinted at Tyrion, and swallowed the wine, "Tell me, what do you want?"

Tyrion pursed his lips tightly, unrealistic thoughts flashed through his mind, his lips were still tight, but the desire in his heart forced him to speak out.

"My birthright, I want it," Tyrion opened his mouth, opened his lips slightly, and then closed them tightly. After hesitating for a moment, he looked up at Tywin, "I was born as your son, after Jaime swore to become a Kingsguard."

Tywin's brow suddenly showed anger, he curled his lips in disdain and moved the chair under him.

An impulse surged in Tyrion's heart. He looked at Tywin's disdainful shaking of his head, pressed his upper body against the table, and leaned towards Tywin, gritting his teeth, "I want Casterly Rock, this is..."

"No way!" Tywin stood up suddenly. Tyrion had never seen his father so angry, "I will never hand over Casterly Rock to a half-man, to a dwarf!"

Tyrion swallowed all his anger, and the expression on his face was only puzzlement and confusion, "Why? After Jaime became a Kingsguard, it means giving up the right of inheritance. You also know that my brother never agreed to inherit your Casterly Rock. I am your legal heir!"

Tywin's palm slammed heavily on the table, his eyes staring at Tyrion, "You are a shame to the family, never, never mention this to me, a dwarf who killed his mother is not worthy of mentioning Casterly Rock in front of me!"

After this, the hall of the imperial meeting was silent instantly.

Tyrion sat back on the bench, "This is what you have always thought of." He grinned, as if trying his best to hold up the arc of his mouth, and smiled hard, "You never regarded me as your son."

"I regarded you as my son, a son who carried shame all his life! Tyrion, if you were not named Lannister, I would choose to throw you into the sea of ​​Casterly Rock the moment you were born, and let the wind and waves sweep you away!" Tywin said firmly, "Just be grateful to the Seven Gods for giving you birth to the Lannister family, and live in the world as a shame of Lannister!"

Tyrion sat there in a daze, and Tywin's words could not enter his ears no matter how loud they were, as if his ears were blocked by something.

The corners of his eyes were a little wet, and tears rolled in his eyes.

Tyrion quickly put away his emotions, silently pulled the dwarf's body out from under the table, he gently pushed the bench in, put it in the right position, and turned to walk towards the door.

"Be prepared, father," Tyrion strode forward, looking straight ahead, "I really need to think about what I want, and the answer will satisfy you."

Tyrion lay on the bed in the cabin, frowning, staring blankly at the upper board of the cabin, counting the cracks on it carefully.

The hull gradually became stable, and the sound of waves hitting the cabin gradually became smaller.

Tyrion guessed that they were about to land.

Sure enough, Pod's voice came from above, "Lord Tyrion, we are at the port."

Tyrion rubbed his eyes, sorted out his mood, and climbed up from the bed, "I'll go out right away, Pod."

He responded, using both arms to pull his boots up to his calves, shook his trouser legs, and walked out of the cabin.

The noisy sound came from the opposite bank when he walked out of the cabin door. Tyrion squinted and looked into the distance. Saltpan Town seemed to have not experienced the baptism of war. The flag of the Cox family could still be seen from afar, at the towering castle deep in Saltpan Town.

But this is not important. Tyrion suspected that the farmland and territory around Saltpan Town probably did not belong to Sir Cox, but were divided up by the canyon knights who came on the expedition.

The ship soon docked. Tyrion took a long breath, took out a bag of money, and shook it slightly in front of the captain. The sound of the collision of golden dragons or silver deer attracted many sailors and fishermen on the shore.

The captain looked at Tyrion with some resentment in his eyes. Tyrion hurriedly threw the bag of money to the captain and got off the boat quickly.

The four Lannister red-robed guards who followed Tyrion also got off the boat and looked at the bustling crowd around them with great vigilance.

The dwarf's figure would automatically become the focus of everyone's attention wherever he went. Tyrion looked at the passers-by around him who looked down at him in surprise. He gently bent his right leg, bent his waist, put his right hand on his chest, and slightly opened his left arm to pay court etiquette to the passers-by.

"Please accept a bow from Tyrion Lannister from King's Landing," Tyrion saw the passers-by looking at him in confusion, and then slightly moved his body forward and bowed again, "Second bow"

This move was indeed effective, most passers-by hurriedly passed by Tyrion, no longer staying, including their eyes.

Pod stood silently behind Tyrion. I don't know when it started, as long as he knew that there was this strong servant following closely behind him, Tyrion would feel much calmer.

"It's time to train you, Pod," Tyrion said to the squire behind him. "We need six horses, plus Red Robes and you and me." He took out his money bag again and placed it in Pod's palm. " Be smart and don't be fooled by the horse dealers. Go, we have to hurry."

They could have rushed from King's Landing to Harrenhal, but the Grand Maester insisted that the sea breezes of Blackwater Bay and the Narrow Sea were suitable for travel by ship, which was twice as fast as by land.

Tyrion felt regretful after a few days on the ship. The turbulence of the ship made him wonder how Pycelle passed the examination of the city and completed the chain.

Tyrion turned his head. There were obviously many times more ships in Saltfields Town than when he had visited before. The masts of the ships were densely packed, and the sails that were about to be taken away or being raised even covered his sight, allowing Tyrion to see He couldn't see the sea behind him. Fishermen went out to fish, and merchant ships came and docked from the sea. He couldn't help but wonder if he had arrived in King's Landing.

"Is the port in Saltworks Town bigger than before? I remember it was burned down by the army from the Riverlands." Tyrion said to himself, leaving two red robes to wait for the horse-buying wave. De, followed a group of sailors who had just returned from the sea, and found a tavern in the most conspicuous real estate in the town. Obviously, the laughing people inside and the old dove inviting guests in front of the window proved that this was not the case. Just a tavern.

Tyrion smiled slightly and clasped his hands behind his back, "I think that stupid Pod will be looking for the horse dealer for a long time, so why not have a good time first." Tyrion strode into the brothel, and the red robe behind him only hesitated slightly. , followed immediately.

Melisandre looked at Robb Stark staring blankly at the wall, with no compassion in her eyes.

"Why would Attis Arryn want my blood?" Robb frowned and asked in confusion.

The leeches stuck to Robb's bare chest, and his whole body gradually became engorged with blood, revealing blood-red threads that grew from thin to thick until they were covered in red.

Melisandre picked the leech and put it in the basket without answering his question.

"This castle is very eerie," Robb opened his eyes wide. "When I close my eyes, it feels like a ghost is whispering in my ears."

The dungeons of Harrenhal were larger than any castle, and he doubted they could contain all the sinners of the Seven Kingdoms.

"You are right," Melisandre said with her red eyes twinkling, "This is a castle full of ghosts and ghosts. It is cursed, and both the living and the dead are not spared."

"My mother, and Arya," Robb said hesitantly, "and Jeyne."

"I have no right to interfere with these matters." Melisandre put the leech on Robb's exposed skin again, waiting for the surface of the leech to turn deep red. "Forget these earthly disputes, King of the North, you should have Sleeping under deep soil.”

She picked off the last leech, touched Robb Stark's pale face gently, shook her head slightly, stood up, and prepared to leave.

"When will I die?" Robb whispered.

Melisandre stood still, turning to look at Robb, with an imperceptible curve at the corner of her mouth.

"When the value of your life reaches its extreme, poor king, poor boy." Melisandre walked out of the prison door, and the sound of the knocking of the chains reached Robb's ears, and he looked in front of him absentmindedly again. The dark cracked walls, messy beard and dirty face still couldn't cover up the immature boyish temperament. Robb sang softly, saying that winter was coming.

The melody of the song came from the minstrels of the Wall, and the words were composed by Robb in prison based on the instinct of his mind.

If any of Bran, Rickon, Arya, Sansa, and Jon Snow hear Robb's whisper, they will find that these words come from the daily teachings of their father Eddard.

"On a snowy day, a cold wind blows. A lone wolf dies, but a pack wolf lives."

The Vale soldiers guarding Robb were beating the rhythm in their hearts. He did not stop the prisoner from singing. It was just a soothing pastime in the boring work.

The flames danced in the furnace, and Melisandre dropped the leeches in the basket one by one.

Jumping flames flickered in Melisandre's eyes. The Hundred Furnaces Hall, which could accommodate the next army, was empty. It was enveloped in darkness, as if ghosts were surrounding it.

The only sound was the sizzling sound of the fire. Melisandre stared closely at the leech struggling in the stove and muttered something.

"The night is dark and dangerous everywhere," Melisandre surrounded the stove, her eyes still on the burning leeches, without shifting for a moment, "The day is bright and prosperous."

The sound of footsteps and the sound of the fire were accompanied by the sound of the fire. A corner of the window of the Hundred Furnace Hall was opened, and the trail of the red comet was visible. Melisandre circled the furnace once, raised her head, and looked at the red comet.

"The blood of ice, the magic of fire" Melisandre threw in the last leech, "singing it into a song, singing about tomorrow"

Attis stood outside the closed door of Hundred Furnaces Hall. He could not hear a sound. Only the black bat carved on the door could attract his interest.

The woman in red robe always makes a lot of noise during the ceremony, and it is hard to hear clearly what she is saying every time.

But she was confident that she could eliminate the curse of Harrenhal, and she knew the power of the Red God clearly, so Attis let him try for the time being.

At least the king's blood was not obtained by directly piercing Robb Stark's chest with ice as in the dream.

Attis turned his head and looked aside. Magiro, who came out of the valley with Melisandre, never put on a red robe in front of the valley princes. He always consciously wrapped himself in a blue robe, and even had the Crescent Hunter embroidered on it. The emblem of the Arryn family of Eagle is as if he is afraid that others will know that he is a red-robed monk.

If Melisandre put aside the Red God's rules and regulations and learned to be like Moqorro, then he would not need to worry about the reaction of the nobles in the valley.

But at this time, Moqorro put on the red robe in a very formal manner. Although he did not participate in the ceremony of the Red Woman, he at least knew that the Red God would focus his attention here, and the surface work still needed to be done well.

The red monk noticed the look of Atis looking at him, he raised his head, took off the red robe from his head, and smiled slightly.

"Lord Arryn," Anguy called softly, he tiptoed to Atis, "Tyrion Lannister is coming soon."

Atis nodded, he handed the task of completing the ceremony with the Red Woman to Moqorro, and turned to walk towards the city gate.

Tyrion struggled to control the thin horse under his crotch, he looked at Pod who was riding a donkey beside him helplessly.

"A bag of money," Tyrion emphasized, "in exchange for two old horses and four skinny donkeys. The world is really unpredictable!"

Pod pursed his lips, "Sorry, my lord, my horse dealer, he didn't have any." This simple servant had all the guilt and worry written on his face, which was why Tyrion trusted him with his back.

Tyrion slowed down his pace and did not respond to Pod's words. He looked up at the majestic castle in the distance. Every time he saw this scene from a distance, he had no choice but to remain silent and respectful.

Across the wax-like God's Eye Lake, five twisted black fingers stretched to the sky. The weird and deformed stones were like broken and damaged fingers. The deterrence of dragon fire and the horror of the curse seemed to be reflected in this castle.

Tyrion looked at the crescent falcon flag flying over Harrenhal and took a deep breath.

He carried his father's mission and his own demands.

What Lord Tywin couldn't give him, maybe Artis Arryn could give him.

Tyrion thought of Artis Arryn's face, wondering if he had changed, but the ravens and scouts had already told the Seven Kingdoms all about the young Lord Arryn's deeds. Even his father could only use tricks that only hyenas would use under the feathers of an eagle's wings, trying to profit from it.

The little devil shook his head. He didn't believe that Lord Tywin could realize these illusory ideas. Even if the Tyrells chose to support the Lannisters, they were still external forces after all. Moreover, they were still threatened by Dorne and dared not send heavy troops to King's Landing or the Riverlands.

And Lannister himself could only slowly recover his vitality and strength while Artis Arryn was dealing with trivial matters in the Riverlands, so that he could have real capital to fight and use some tricks.

He couldn't stay in King's Landing for too long, otherwise his thinking would degenerate. It was extremely dangerous to play the game of power but forget the essence of power.

The gate of Harrenhal burst open, and Tyrion walked in silently. The howling of the skinny donkey almost made the Vale soldiers guarding the city burst into laughter.

Pod blushed, but the red robes of Lannister did not have such emotions. He looked at the Vale soldiers guarding Harrenhal with fear and looked up uneasily. The cursed city and the knights of the valley both made them feel a lot of fear.

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