Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

King's Landing (3)

"Puff! Puff!" Maids worked in pairs, spreading the curled carpet on the floor. The swirl of golden stripes at the edge suddenly became a straight line, and the majestic golden lion on the carpet spread out and covered the entire floor.

Tywin stood on the balcony of the Hand's Tower. The curtains on the side of the door fluttered slightly. The evening breeze blew in the coolness and the stench of King's Landing, blowing Tywin's pale stubble in the face.

Jaime sat in front of the Hand's desk, holding a dagger in his hand and playing with it carefully.

The golden mask was thrown on the corner of the table. Jaime stared at the dagger, and there was a hint of playfulness in his eyes from time to time.

Until the wind outside the window creaked, Jaime frowned, covered his mouth and nose, and turned his head away.

"Standing at the highest point of the Red Keep, can't you escape this damn stench?"

After hearing this, Tywin pondered for a moment, moved his shoulders, turned around silently, and closed the balcony door.

Jaime closed the window tactfully.

The father and son looked at each other, Jaime shrugged, stood up and gave up the prime minister's seat in front of the desk, and sat on the edge of the bed with a dagger in his hand.

"Let me be the Minister of Intelligence, why not Kevan, even if I can call Davan from the Westerlands."

Tywin's upper lip curled up slightly, and he seemed to be very disdainful of the question asked by Jaime. Jaime knew that if Tyrion asked this question, he would definitely be ridiculed by his father.

But he is not Tyrion... Thinking of this, Jaime's expression darkened.

"Kevan will return to the Westerlands to preside over the situation, help our vassals regain lost territory and restore order." Although Tywin was very impatient, he chose to explain. "As for Davon... He is a Lannister, but he is entangled with unnecessary sadness. He goes out to sea to fish all day. Is he a humble fisherman? Is he still a Lannister?"

A chuckle came from Jaime's mouth, "Recover lost territory? The Yankees have taken everything they should have, and most of the castles have been burned into a pile of stinking ashes."

"Too many people in the Westerlands have fled," Tywin handed Jaime a document written by Damion Lannister, "Merchants and craftsmen who want to flee are staying in prisons in Casterly Rock and Lannisport, and no one cares about farmland. We need to restore order..."

Jaime took the document, frowned, and read it carefully line by line.

"As for Davon... He is a Lannister, but he is entangled with unnecessary sadness. He goes out to sea to fish all day. Is he a humble fisherman? Is he still a Lannister?" Tywin frowned deeper and clenched his fists on the desk.

Jaime remained silent. He knew what kind of blow Davon Lannister had suffered. The father-son relationship between Stafford and Davon was really... Jaime glanced at Tywin and stopped thinking about it.

"So," Tywin picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and calmed down a little, "Can you find the trace of Varys, the traitor, and the wildfire?"

"Those pyromancers back then..."

"A few fled to the East, some were buried with the Mad King, and as for the others, you probably still remember the poisoning of the public pool in King's Landing," Tywin frowned heavily, his eyes sunken in the eye sockets surrounded by brow wrinkles, and he fixed his sight on a certain place in thought, muttering, "The same way Stannis defeated Renly..."

"I'll try my best to find out the secret passages of the Alchemist's Guild." Jaime couldn't think of any other way.

Tywin retracted his gaze after hearing this. He looked up at Jaime. "The people of the Vale said they were going to investigate some fictitious cases. They said they were going to do something, but now they haven't taken any action. This Robert Royce, I really don't know what year's runes are hidden in his bronze armor..." Tywin said the second son of the Royce family, but the vague figure of Artis Arryn flashed through his mind.

Jaime was also confused. Robert Royce told the Prime Minister so loudly that he wanted to investigate the "case" of King Robert's death, but the knights and followers of the Vale he brought did not take any action. They stayed in the house purchased by Jon Arryn all day, counting the iron pieces on the chain mail, wielding swords and guns, and indulging in knight competitions. There was no movement of the Minister of Justice to investigate the case.

"Little Joffrey..." Jaime opened his mouth slightly, hesitating a little, paused, and then changed his words, "We can only be thankful that Robert Royce did not choose to discuss this matter publicly in the royal meeting, otherwise King Joffrey..."

Tywin tapped the table lightly with his index finger and interrupted Jaime, "If he didn't have the courage and majesty of a king, even if he wore a crown on his head, gorgeous clothes on his body, and bright and beautiful diamonds and jewels around his neck, others would only treat him as a jester."

Jaime looked up at Tywin. His father's tone was slow, but he could feel a force stuck in his throat when he looked at him, like the sea he and Cersei looked at from the lighthouse in Lannister Harbor before a storm. If they only blew the sea breeze on the beach, they could only feel the salty sea water and the soothing wind, completely deceived by the appearance, but the hidden hurricane and tsunami were behind.

Over the years, Lannister and Tywin have been closely linked, and the legend of Lannister is often related to Tywin's anger.

He put down the dagger and placed it on Tywin's bed. Jaime missed the days when Varys was still here more than ever. He looked at his father's tense face and believed that he felt the same way.

Lord Tywin has been so frustrated these days. He hasn't seen so many of them since the Red Lion Reyes was wiped out!

"Keep staring, staring at the people of the Vale, staring at Cersei, and staring at Joffrey..." Tywin couldn't help but frown when he mentioned Cersei, "I plan to let Cersei marry Tilly. The eldest son of your family, Vilas, will go to the High Court once the marriage is decided."

Jaime opened his mouth slightly, but suddenly closed it again. He did not speak to defend Cersei like he usually did, but just listened silently to Tywin's decision.

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"If you want to leave, where should you go?"

The fat eunuch's words were like the whispers of a prostitute in the ear of a client. He didn't seem to care how he found this place.

"Go back to the North..." Sansa swallowed, remembering her own answer.

Varys paused lightly. He stared at Sansa's face for a long time. The expression on her face looked complicated, as if she was thinking about something.

Sansa couldn't see this, so she quickly confessed all she had prepared, "I know your hiding place and many of your secrets. I just need to return to the North, to Winterfell, I..."

"I understand." There was melancholy in Varys's words, which made Sansa stunned. The fat eunuch approached her cautiously. The originally tangy smell of rouge powder disappeared, and a faint feeling of uneasiness welled up from the bottom of her heart, but The implicit smell of blood in the air made her settle down again.

The lady is not far away.

"It's too cruel for a little girl to face this," Wallis smiled bitterly, "Don't worry and wait, I will help you go home."

Sansa straightened her sleeves, took off the brim of her hat, put away the memories just now, pushed hard with both hands, and the wooden door covered by the haystack creaked open. She took a long breath, climbed out of the haystack, and breathed in hard. Slightly fresh air.

There was an abandoned room in the Red Keep. Sansa could see that it had been used as a kitchen. Kitchen utensils, moldy grains of rice, and leftover vegetable leaves were scattered around the room.

She lifted up her skirt, closed the wooden door, covered it with haystacks, and crept out.

"As long as you," Wallis's words were still ringing in his ears, "help me say something at the right time..."

"What words?" Sansa almost blurted out.

"Come back when the time is right. Be careful, child, and don't be discovered." Varys whispered cautiously, giving Sansa a smile.

Sansa straightened her clothes, dusted off the tangled grass on her lower body, straightened her chest, and her face regained its composure.