Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Tyrion jumped to the shoal near the side of the Red Keep with a "pop". The soles of his feet that had been curled up on the bottom of the boat for nearly a month touched the thick earth. The hesitation and uneasiness immediately subsided. The familiar Red Keep came into view, and he finally felt solid. After getting rid of the situation in the cabin where my life was pinned on the Seven Gods, it came back to me.

"Huh!~" Tyrion looked up and glanced at the open gate of the Red Keep near the seaside. Varys's smile skillfully bloomed after seeing him. The smile on Tyrion's face only stayed for a short time, and soon He froze in place.

The good news is that Varys is an important minister of the Royal Council. He came to greet him to satisfy his father's importance to him. Before that, he sent a raven from Dorne with a letter written by himself, explaining Prince Doran's conditions and conditions. He stated his worries about the situation in Dorne and the River Bend, hoping it would be helpful to his father's decision-making.

He has brought peace and saved the Iron Throne a lot of trouble again, this father should know very well, Tyrion thought uncertainly.

The bad news is, Tyrion looked around and sneered at himself, there was only Varys, no guards, no servants, no lovely maids to take care of themselves.

What's even more tragic is that none of Tywin, Uncle Kevan, or Cersei's family showed up. Damn it, Tyrion slapped his deformed and terrifying profile with his hand. He actually expected a good person like Cersei. It was ridiculous for her sister to come to visit her. She was afraid that if the noble Queen Mother found out, she might laugh at her for the rest of her life.

Although half his life has been spent in ridicule, he thought to himself, Tyrion walked towards the gate without saying a word.

Maybe his good nephew has caused some trouble again and the Lannister family has to revolve around him to solve it. Tyrion thought to himself.

"Congratulations, sir. I think the common people of all Westeros will thank you for everything you have done for the peace of the kingdom." Varys bowed respectfully, and his sincere tone almost made Tyrion forget that the man in front of him was a human being. A spider with a mouth full of venom.

Tyrion's lips curled up slightly, and he said disdainfully, "Smooth words are not on the table. I'm afraid everyone in King's Landing thinks it's best to let me, a dwarf, die in the yellow sands of Dorne. Damn it," he He said angrily, "I'm afraid this is good for everyone."

He thought of his father again.

"I have to criticize you, Lord Tyrion. It's really sad that you belittle yourself like this," Varys said seemingly frustrated. He shook his sleeves slightly and shook his head, not agreeing with Tyrion's words. , he handed over the wine bag he was carrying, "I guess you need this very much."

Tyrion unceremoniously took the wine bag from Varys and opened it with force. The sweet smell of wine filled his nose. He couldn't help but take a deep sniff and poured it into his mouth.

When the wine bag was empty, he stopped and burped, "Lord Varys is still good at capturing people's hearts and knows what I really want. Pod, you have to learn from this." Tyrion turned his head. Pointing at Pod, who was standing silently aside, he said frivolously.

"Where is Bronn? I thought we were friends." Tyrion rubbed his eyes. Then he remembered the mercenary he had arranged to be the commander of the capital guard in King's Landing. "How is he?" Tyrion looked up. To Varys.

Varys shrugged slightly, "Obviously, your mercenary is very efficient and has a sense of proportion that ordinary mercenaries do not have. Lord Tywin seems to have entrusted him with important tasks, which is really surprising." The eunuch looked at Ti with approval. Leon.

"Huh~" Tyrion breathed a sigh of relief. His promise to the mercenaries was finally fulfilled. He should be at least half responsible for Bronn's ability to secure his position, right? Tyrion thought to himself.

"I always hope for some small favors, so that the merciful Holy Mother can look at me and make my miserable life more meaningful, damn it!" Tyrion found that it has been difficult to suppress some of the true thoughts in his heart recently. Many of them Things that shouldn't be said are always blurted out, and emotions are clearly shown on his face without any restraint.

Tyrion realized this and quickly wiped his face and moved forward faster.

"Tyrion Lannister~" Bronn called his name jokingly, and this frivolous feeling even moved Tyrion a little.

He looked up and looked ahead. Bronn was whistling in the open gate, holding the daggers at his waist lightly with both hands. Tyrion had witnessed Bronn draw them out and cut the throat of the fugitive. The movements were swift and impeccable. The mercenary quality is fully reflected.

Even Varys looked at Bronn in surprise. His little bird didn't tell him about the arrival of the mercenary in front of him.

"Brother?" Tyrion said in surprise, "I didn't expect you to come."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Bronn blinked, "That may make you regretful. I didn't want to come to see you, and I didn't even have the slightest idea." He stepped aside, "There is someone else who wants to come see you."

Myrcella Baratheon stood smiling behind Bronn, wearing only a light, simple garment.

"Uncle," Myrcella said softly, "mother and grandpa were busy late because of Xiao Qiao's affairs. They didn't have time to see you, so they asked me to come and take care of you."

Tyrion opened his mouth, and Varys behind him frowned slightly, looked at Princess Myrcella suspiciously, and bowed, "Your Highness the Princess is really considerate."

"You are so considerate, Myrcella," Tyrion looked at his niece's flawless face. She inherited all of Cersei's beauty, but had wisdom and kindness that were completely different from her mother. Even her lies were so beautiful. "Cersei is so lucky to have a daughter like you," he said with envy.

Myrcella took the initiative to reach out her hand, holding Tyrion's hand and leading him to the Red Castle. "Grandpa's craftsmen have repaired the Red Castle very well, adding many flowers and sculptures."

Tyrion listened quietly to Myrcella's recent interesting stories, and he couldn't even think of interrupting her.

"Grandpa." Myrcella said with a little hesitation, "Do you know that Duke Attis is going to hold a tournament in Harrenhal recently? The Duke's letter said it was the grandest tournament. Any knight in the Seven Kingdoms, even squires, can participate. As long as they get honors, they will get rich rewards."

Tyrion frowned slightly, "Tournament?" It seems that he really stayed on the ship for too long, and he didn't hear any news from the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros.

Myrcella smiled brightly, "Don't you know that Tommen is clamoring to participate." She paused and looked at Tyrion with clear eyes, "I heard that Grandpa is very dissatisfied with this matter."

Tyrion frowned again. Although he didn't know the motive of Attis to hold the tournament at this time, the news related to Attis was very sensitive, especially at the moment when the River Reach was busy, Dorne was far away, and the Westerlands suffered heavy losses. Any move away from the Valley could ferment into irreversible consequences.

"What's wrong?" Tyrion asked.

Varys looked at Myrcella meaningfully and frowned slightly.

Myrcella glanced at Varys, calmly put her lips close to Tyrion's ear, and whispered softly.

"Grandpa listens to you the most, and I want to go to Harrenhal, to participate in the tournament, to meet my fiancé." Myrcella's words were like a spell, hitting Tyrion's fragile heart.

"Grandpa listens to me the most?" He repeated mechanically, his tone full of self-mockery and confusion. Tyrion shook his head gently, "I will help you, there is no reason for him not to agree."