Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Tyrion stood on the stepping stone at the top of the city. Podrick carefully checked the firmness of the stepping stone, fearing that Tyrion, who had just been rescued from the tiger's mouth, would disappear from his eyes again, for example, from this high-hanging tower. The walls of the Red Keep fell, and Podrick couldn't guarantee that he could stay alert at all times.

The steel gate of the Mud Gate is only a broken frame, and most of the hardwood and bronze materials have long been reduced to dross under the indiscriminate bombardment of Stannis's fleet.

The "Three Whores of King's Landing" catapult continued to stand at the top of the city intact, looking down at the spacious pool of blood under the direct sunlight. Tyrion didn't know when the Blackwater Reach would return to its original smelly scene. Compared to With the devastation in front of him, he even missed the smelly but peaceful Blackwater River at that time.

"Long live King Stannis!~"

The Antler Man who was tied to the Three Whores in King's Landing shouted loudly. Tyrion could not imagine what kind of torture this Antler Man had suffered in prison before his death. He was obviously tied naked to a catapult, but from a distance it looked like he was His body was covered with a layer of mixed red and black clothes, which looked like red or black-brown clothes that had just been washed in a dyehouse.

"I told you to chop off their tongues! Merlin Trant! Why is there still one with half of his tongue stuck on it?" King Joffrey's angry voice came from far away, and the sound of the voice even reminded Tyrion The three prostitutes of King's Landing who made a loud noise during the Battle of Blackwater River.

If only the king was as bold as his deranged voice, Tyrion thought to himself.

Meryn Tran, who was wearing the white robe and white helmet of the Kingsguard, drew out his dagger, controlled the mouth of the Antler Man with his palm, raised the knife with his hand, and cut off the red tongue with a very neat movement, and blood dripped from the mouth. The previous shouts stopped instantly and turned into a few painful sobs, stuck in the throat.

"Look at me, Sansa!" Joffrey said with a victorious smile on his face, and struck Sansa on the back with the blade of his sword, "This is the price of traitor!"

Just when Tyrion was about to scold him, the majestic long arms of the Three Courtesans of King's Landing suddenly lifted up, and the traitor of the Antlers who had been shouting was thrown into the air. A few moments later, several "plop!" came from the sandy beach in the distance!

Several puddles of meat paste appeared in the distance, as if a wooden barrel hiding pork intestine fat suddenly exploded.

The faces of the remaining deer-horned people who were being guarded by the golden robes turned pale. They looked at the fate of their companions with lingering fear and froze in place.

Marin Tran waved slightly without blinking.

The golden robe understood and immediately dragged the deer-horned man to the catapult in front of the long arm, and tied him up with a thin rope.

Joffrey turned to look at Sansa expectantly, eager to see helplessness and help from this weak little girl's expression, but he misjudged it and the smile on his face froze.

Sansa stared at the meat in the distance, her eyes not only calm, but also indifferent.

"Your brother, Robb Stark," Joffrey was unwilling to admit defeat and pressed every word, "will be tied to the three prostitutes of King's Landing in front of the Blackwater River just like these traitorous pariahs. Turned into a puddle of meat!"

Sansa turned to look at Joffrey, with a smile on her lips, "I look forward to your good news."

It's all the Eagle's doing, not yours. Sansa thought.

"You..." This time, Joffrey's tone was no longer just unwilling to succeed, but actually contained a bit of fear.

…

"The murderer of Tommen has not yet been brought to justice, and you want to betray my only son to the insidious Rose family!" Cersei's screams filled the inside and outside of the Prime Minister's Tower.

Tywin sat on the table in the study, which had been the office space of Jon Arryn and Eddard Stark when they were Hands.

He swallowed and wiped his forehead with a hot and wet towel in his right hand. A trace of blood was still on his temple.

"Yes." Tywin didn't even look at Cersei. He blew the hot tea on the table, and the hot mist rose.

Cersei was trembling all over and stared at Tywin in disbelief, "I am the king's mother, I am the Queen Mother of the Seven Kingdoms, and only I can decide the king's marriage!"

Tywin raised his eyes and looked at Cersei, who was almost speechless as her words became increasingly hurried. He took a sip of tea and said, "Not only that, you are also of a young age, and it is very suitable for you to use marriage to gain benefits for the family."

A brief moment of hesitation appeared on Cersei's face, "How dare you...how dare you, I...I will never accept such an insult. I am the Queen Mother, and only I can decide..."

"You are my daughter," Tywin said one word at a time, without any scruples about the so-called Queen Mother's title. "You are the daughter of Lannister, my daughter, Tywin. All your stupid and childish behavior in the past I can tolerate it, but no one can be absent when we really want to contribute to the family!”

"No, Jaime!" Cersei's face showed a terrifying smile, "He will never obey you, you madman, he became the Kingsguard, he doesn't care about your Casterly Rock, he..."

A loud slap hit Cersei's fair and rosy face, making a loud "snap" sound.

Cersei fell to the floor of the study room in the Hand's Tower, and the carpet in the shape of the Lannister golden lion was thrown into folds.

She covered her face and looked at her father in disbelief.

"Jaime must and can only take off his white robes and put on this damn hat of Duke of Casterly Rock!" Tywin's face was full of anger, and Cersei immediately realized that she had completely touched her father's rebellion. scale.

James, who was wearing a golden mask, happened to appear at the door of the study. Seeing Cersei's embarrassed appearance, he quickly passed her over and supported Cersei's soft body with his broad chest.

Cersei looked at Jaime in a daze, and just as she was about to extend her hand, she hesitantly retracted it.

Jaime did not move, he helped Cersei up and looked at Tywin, "The traitors of the Antlers told us that Varys and Stannis are in the same group."

Tywin's anger was still hard to suppress, especially when he saw Jaime in a white helmet and white robe.

He leaned on the table, panting, and nodded incomprehensibly.

"This means," Jaime looked at Tywin hesitantly, "he can pass through the Blackwater Bay blocked by the Narrow Sea Pirates, and he is probably far away now."

"That spider eunuch has always had a good relationship with Tyrion, the little devil, and Tommen was sent to Rosby by this deformed devil. They must be in the same group, in the same group!" Cersei suddenly stood up, ignoring the queen mother's dignified appearance, pulling her skirt and shouting loudly, her voice so shrill that anyone present could not bear it.

"This is just... negligence and accident..." Jaime frowned. He stretched out his hand to touch Cersei, but stopped in mid-air, slightly bent his fingers, and retracted his wrist.

The anger on Tywin's face seemed to have dissipated. He looked at Jaime with a solemn expression. Jaime didn't know what his father was thinking.

"Indeed," Tywin said, "Cersei is not unreasonable."

Cersei reached out to support Tywin's shoulder with some joy.

Jaime stared, "This... This is nonsense, this..."

But Lord Tywin's solemn eyes like a lion told him that this was not a joke.

Tywin stared straight at Jaime, who held the long sword of the Kingsguard tightly and straightened his waist in resistance. He knew that his father wanted to use this to threaten him.

…

"Varys' greatest use is in King's Landing," said Artis. Evan Arryn beside him found all the sea charts and port and fishing village maps near Rosby City and spread them out on the long table in the camp.

"Without King's Landing, Spider is useless," Artis Arryn stroked his hands and scanned the map, "If he still wants to serve Stannis..."

At this point, Artis suddenly frowned, thinking carefully about the process of the battle between fish, deer, wolf, eagle, lion and flower since Eddard Stark was killed in the Red Keep, Robb raised his army, and if Varys stood on Stannis' side from the beginning...

"Stannis's naval losses are not serious, only some ships have been lost, and he still controls Blackwater Bay. The fleet of the Arbor has also passed the Stormlands and is very close to Dragonstone and King's Landing. The war is not over yet." Evan Arryn took a deep breath and tried to analyze the enemy situation.

Artis stretched out his hand to interrupt Evan's words. He stared at the coastline north and south of King's Landing. "Even if Varys escapes to Dragonstone, he will definitely return to King's Landing. After all, only in this way can..." Artis originally wanted to say that he could better serve Stannis, but he hesitated for a moment. "Only in this way can his ability be brought to the extreme."

"In King's Landing..." Evan Arryn looked at King's Landing Port. "The Lannisters have not opened the port, and Blackwater Bay is blocked by Stannis. Since Varys is loyal to Stannis, except for returning to Dragonstone... he dare not return to King's Landing at this time."

"Spiders may be like this," Artis murmured, and his mind recalled Varys's fat and flattering appearance. "Continuously weaving webs in the dark, most people would think that it would escape after its head web is exposed to the sight of the Seven Gods, but they don't know," he sighed slightly, not confident in his judgment, "he has made more webs in the dark and has not been used..."

No matter how smart a person is, he will miscalculate one or more steps in his plan. Such examples are countless.