In the camp next to Goldroad, the golden lion flag of Lannister family was flapping in the wind.
Tywin. Lannister's tent is huge and luxurious. The charcoal in the brazier burns red, making the tent feel as warm as spring.
Kevan. Lannister was holding a glass of Arbor red wine, his cheeks slightly red from the alcohol and the heat.
"Jon. Arryn's stupidity shocked Seven Kingdoms."
He spoke, with a hint of satisfaction in his voice.
"He has sunk the kingdom into debt, and now the church is launching a rebellion under his watch."
"Robert. Baratheon will soon find that he needs a stronger hand to control the kingdom for him.
Kevan. Lannister cast his own light on his brother.
Tywin. Lannister was sitting behind the table, with a pair of exquisite heraldic chess spread out in front of him. He was wiping a lion chess piece made of pure gold with his slender fingers.
He was not wearing armor, just a well-tailored crimson velvet coat, with golden buttons flashing in the candlelight.
Tywin. Lannister did not raise his head or even make any sound, but Kevan. Lannister knew that his brother was listening.
Tyrion. Lannister sat in the shadows of the corner, almost forgotten.
He shook his short legs, and the wine glass in his other hand was empty.
"Father."
Tyrion. Lannister's voice was not loud, but it stopped Kevan. Lannister's narration.
"Cersei and Joffrey are still in King's Landing. The longer time passes, the more dangerous they become. Why don't you go and save them?"
Kevan. Lannister The smile on his face faded a little. He glanced at his brother and saw that he had no reaction.
He cleared his throat and said in the tone of an elder teaching a younger generation, "Of course we will save them, Tyrion."
"Nothing will happen to King's Landing's Cersei and Joffrey."
"We have arranged our people at King's Landing."
He put down his wine glass, walked to the map, and pointed at the location Harrenhal.
"If Suleiman really rebels, if we advance King's Landing, his army will press over from the north."
"And Faith Militant is in front of us, we will be attacked from both sides."
His finger moved towards Goldroad.
"But if Suleiman is allowed to advance to King's Landing first, and we follow closely behind, we can cut off his return path and prevent him from taking care of his head and tail at the same time."
"His army will suffer a terrible defeat."
Kevan. Lannister's face reappeared with the confidence of strategizing.
"It would be better if Jon. Arryn could die in the chaos of King's Landing."
"Let the lords of Seven Kingdoms watch King's Landing burn in flames and watch Iron Throne soaked in blood."
"When everyone is exhausted, when everyone yearns for order, Lannister family will appear again""
"As a savior."
Tyrion. Lannister sneered in his heart.
He knew that his father was satisfied with this strategy, a perfect plan.
"But how do you know that Suleiman will definitely rebel?"
He looked at his father and spoke, breaking the strange tacit understanding between Tywin. Lannister and Kevan. Lannister.
"What would you do if you were Suleiman?"
Kevan. Lannister frowned and glanced at his nephew displeased.
At this important moment when discussing the future of the family, Tyrion always asks some inappropriate questions.
Tywin. Lannister stopped wiping the chess pieces.
He finally raised his head and looked at his youngest son with his light green eyes mixed with gold dots, without any emotion in his eyes.
"I will raise my troops and enter King's Landing."
His answer was concise and direct, as if he was stating an established fact.
"Then what?"
Tyrion. Lannister asked and seemed to be very interested in the answer.
Tywin. Lannister's eyes were calm and his tone was as calm as if he was talking about the weather.
"I won't take it easy."
"I will pull those who hide in the shadows and think they are chess players from their holes one by one and wring their necks."
"I will make King's Landing scream in flames until everyone is on their knees begging me to stop."
"I will drag every enemy, every ally, and every bystander into the hell I dug with my own hands."
Tyrion. Lannister let out a chuckle, with a trace of self-deprecating poison in it.
"It sounds like he should be your son."
Tywin. Lannister ignored his son's tone. He lowered his head again and looked back at the chessboard.
"I only care about the results and ignore the noise in the process."
At this moment, the curtain of the tent was opened, and a knight walked in quickly.
He knelt down on one knee and said in a quick voice, "Tywin Master."
"Suleiman announced the uprising two days ago, and the troops were launched King's Landing."
"We are starting from Harrenhal, heading towards King's Landing along Kingsroad."
"The army has marched to Sow's Horn."
There was silence in the tent.
Kevan. Lannister had a clear smile on his face.
"Everything is as you expected, brother."
Tywin Lannister still had no expression on his face. He just picked up the lion chess piece again and played with it in his hand.
Tyrion. Lannister looked at his father's expressionless face and spoke again.
"It's so gratifying."
"The chess pieces were all so obedient and took the initiative to go to the places they were supposed to go on the chessboard."
His voice was not loud, but it reached the ears of everyone in the tent clearly.
"Father, you must have saved yourself a lot of money in manipulating the chess game."
Kevan. Lannister's expression changed instantly.
He scolded in a low voice, his eyes full of warning. "Tyrion."
Tywin. Lannister's movements stopped.
He slowly turned his head and his eyes fell on Tyrion. Lannister like ice.
The air in the tent seemed to have solidified.
The charcoal fire in the brazier made a slight crackling sound, which was particularly harsh.
Tyrion. Lannister faced his father's gaze with a smile on his face, trying to appear unafraid.
Suddenly, there was a noise outside the tent.
What started as sporadic shouts soon turned into panicked screams and the harsh sound of weapons clashing.
Kevan. Lannister stood up in confusion and walked towards the tent door.
"What happened outside?"
Tywin. Lannister also frowned.
He put down the chess piece in his hand and stood up.
The chaos in the camp is increasing.
The neighing of horses, the screams of men, and a heavy and rhythmic roar, like rolling thunder.
The sound was getting closer and louder, as if it was about to crush the entire earth.
Tywin. Lannister's expression finally changed. His past experience allowed him to immediately identify the source of the sound.
He listened intently, his light green eyes flashed sharply, and his voice was low and sure.
"It's the cavalry."
Kevan. Lannister's face was filled with disbelief.
"What? This...
Before he could finish his words, the tent door was violently pushed open.
A knight rushed in, his face was full of shock and panic, and his helmet was tilted to one side.
"Cavalry!!"
He roared, a sharp sound coming from his throat.
"Riverlands people...
"Riverlands people!"
"We were raided!!"