Not long after the Iron Bank representative left, Tyrion Lannister limped in. ♚♞ 🐻💝
Did the talk go well?
Tyrion casually remarked, then poured himself a glass of wine and took a delightful sip of Summer Wine.
Gryn Crabb leaned back in his chair, rubbed his temples, and said, "That's about it for now. The rest depends on the arrangements of the Seven."
Tyrion laughed heartily, handed Gryn a glass of wine, and said, "May the Seven bless you."
Gryn took the glass, paused for a moment, then smiled, and took a sip of Summer Wine.
Tyrion climbed onto the chair next to him, paused, and said seriously, " Gryn, we need to talk about the Lioness."
He grinned. "The gentle and alluring Cersei Lannister."
Gryn's brown eyes flickered as he looked at Tyrion and said, " Lion of Lannister, have you come up with a good idea yet?"
Tyrion's smile vanished, and he said seriously, "The best solution I can think of is to lock my older sister in a fine lion's cage before the war ends..."
As he spoke, he took a sip of his Summer Wine and continued, "I regret that my older sister wasn't a well-behaved girl."
He leaned forward towards Gryn: "So, I'd like to hear your thoughts first."
Gryn tapped his long fingers on the armrest of his chair, pondered for a moment, and then said, " Tyrion, Varys ' Little Bird found out my whereabouts, and you used the information he gave you to intercept me outside King's Landing."
Tyrion raised an eyebrow and said, "That'll require a good reason. Everyone knows you're not a well-behaved boy."
Gryn raised an eyebrow and said, " Tyrion, everyone knows that my only weakness in King's King's Landing is the gentle and charming Cersei Lannister."
Upon hearing this, Tyrion paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.
After laughing for a while, he finally spoke, "Yes, that's certainly a good reason. If a marriage alliance with the Golden Rose cannot be reached, Cersei's safety will indeed be a cause for concern."
Tyrion took a sip of his Summer Wine, rubbed his chin, and pondered, "Hmm... if the two of us plan this out carefully, this reason would be enough. But..."
He frowned. " Cersei might go mad because I stopped you without permission, and she might even cleverly use it as an excuse to seize power."
Tyrion scratched his head and complained, "She's a terrible sister."
Gryn couldn't help but laugh, " Tyrion, I must admit, you know our Queen Regent Cersei very well."
Tyrion grinned. " Cersei and I are a loving family."
Gryn lowered his eyes slightly, gently swirled his wine glass, and said, " Tyrion, I've heard about Ser Jaime's capture, so..."
Gryn looked up at Tyrion, whose expression had turned serious, and continued, "Before resolving Ser Jaime's matter, Queen Regent Cersei won't make things too difficult for you. At least she believes you will wholeheartedly rescue the imprisoned Ser Jaime."
Tyrion shrugged. "My good nephew... I hope my old brother is doing well these days."
Gryn comforted him, saying, "It's a matter of how much 'ransom' is involved. Ser Jaime is now a guest of honor for the enemy; he might be comforted by beautiful women every day."
As he drank, Tyrion's eyes flickered almost imperceptibly. He put down his glass, chuckled, and said, "That's a good thing."
He murmured to himself: Perhaps, I also need the gentle comfort of a beautiful woman right now.
Seeing that Tyrion seemed a little distracted, Gryn changed the subject, saying, " Tyrion, Princess Myrcella been settled?"
"Ha, the Red Keep really has no secrets... But this isn't such a big secret anymore."
Tyrion took a sip of his drink, his expression turning serious. " Robert Arryn... at first, my sister was firmly against it. Recently, I heard she seemed to have received a message from the Old Lion, and since then, Maegor's Hold has become quiet."
He shrugged. "No one else... including me, dares to mention Myrcella in front of her at this time."
Gryn's eyes flickered slightly. When he learned of this, he sensed the "scent" of Littlefinger and the Old Lion conspiring together.
His eyes trembled slightly. Someone wanted to steal the peaches that Lord Gryn had personally nurtured?!
Gryn nodded slightly and said, "It'll all come to a conclusion sooner or later, Tyrion."
Tyrion shrugged, looked at Gryn, and said, "We need to talk about what's happening in the south."
He added, "You are the best envoy to the Reach, Gryn."
Gryn pondered for a moment, then said, " Hand of the King Tyrion, I need a written letter of appointment. This document must not only ensure that the Golden Rose will not question my authority, but more importantly, it must grant me full negotiating power to negotiate the marriage and all related arrangements, and to have the oath made in the name of the King."
He paused, then continued, "This paper must bear the signatures of Joffrey and all the Lord Chancellors, and their personal seals."
Tyrion nodded and said, "It's a deal. When do you plan to leave?"
Gryn said, "Give me the stuff before evening, and I'll leave tonight. It's easier to hide at night."
Tyrion raised his glass to Gryn and said, "I'll call Small Council in a moment and wake Joffrey."
He took a sip of his drink and grinned, "This is a huge achievement. What kind of reward do you want?"
Outside, Tyrion, with the help of his Podrick, leaped onto his horse. 🎉👑 🍬🍓
After riding for a while, Tyrion suddenly beckoned to his captain of the guard, and Bronn then lightly kicked his horse's flank and came to his side.
The captain of the guards placed a hand on his chest and said, "My lord, Bronn is at your service."
Tyrion untied the purse from his waist and tossed it to Bronn, saying, "Find me a decent prostitute and secretly deliver her to my house outside the Red Keep after dark."
Bronn grinned, his smile as lewd as ever, " Lord Hand, what are your demands?"
Tyrion pondered for a moment, as if handling matters of state, and then said, "Preferably younger, and of course, the prettier the better."
He paused, then instructed, " Bronn, remember to tell me your 'identity' beforehand. Don't forget."
The girls who didn't know he was Dwarf, when they were first hired to serve him, had an expression in their eyes that Tyrion could never bear in his life.
"Yes, my lord."
Sitting on his horse, Tyrion gazed at the various buildings in King's Landing, his mind replaying the events of the previous night... Gryn was right, he was now the Warrior protecting this city, and the Warrior could die at any moment, perhaps tomorrow, perhaps the day after.
If he were to die in battle, he would rather think of the prostitutes beside him than of Tywin or Cersei.
Ah, the Lannister are indeed a loving family.
The lengthy Small Council finally ended, Tyrion walked wearily toward the doors of the Throne Room.
As he walked, Tyrion maintained a composed expression, but his thoughts were quite different... Well, today he had "ruthlessly" used his captured brother to turn the Lannister Lioness into a "docile" older sister.
Lioness trembled slightly at the thought of the lioness's fierce, barely contained rage in Tyrion blue eyes. He warned himself not to get carried away and that he must always be wary of Cersei.
Tyrion rubbed his chin... He'd have to send three more men to keep an eye on Cersei. When he left, his sister's gaze was so fierce it seemed she wanted to devour her brother whole.
Tyrion walked out of the Throne Room, lost in thought.
The afternoon sun shone warmly and pleasantly on people's faces, but Tyrion, who had just stepped out of the Throne Room, suddenly froze on the spot.
He spotted her immediately— Cersei Lannister, clad in a silver cloak, gazing at him with tender eyes.
"I'm waiting for you, my brother."
Cersei's gentle voice snapped Tyrion back to his senses, and he immediately smiled... He suddenly felt that a Lioness with a loving expression was more terrifying than a roaring Lioness.
Queen Regent Cersei walked slowly over, bent down and touched Tyrion's cheek, saying softly, " Tyrion, although we often disagree, I think I used to be a bit biased in my opinion of you. You're not the fool I thought you were; in fact... you've helped me a lot."
Her eyes held a hint of apology. "My little brother, thank you. If I said anything hurtful to you before, please forgive me."
Tyrion smiled. "My dear sister, I don't recall you ever saying anything to me that required forgiveness!"
Queen Regent Cersei's smile became even more captivating, and then... she left a gentle, warm kiss on Tyrion's forehead.
Queen Regent Cersei's action left Tyrion speechless with astonishment; he could only stare blankly as she walked away, escorted by the Kingsguard.
Seeing Tyrion standing there motionless, Bronn, who had only recently arrived at the Red Keep, had no choice but to call out, "Lord Tyrion, are you alright?"
Hearing the captain of the guard's voice, Tyrion slowly touched his forehead and suddenly exclaimed, "Am I crazy? My sister just kissed me? Did you see that?"
The young squire Podrick, replied cautiously, "Yes, I saw it, my lord."
Bronn glanced in the direction Queen Regent Cersei left and said, "I don't think anyone's gone mad. I saw it from afar too. How sweet!"
Tyrion looked uneasy. "It wasn't sweet... I was trying to remember when she last kissed me... I think I was only six or seven years old then, and Jaime got her to do it."
Bronn grinned lewdly. "Lord Tyrion, it seems this woman has finally discovered your growing charm."
Tyrion ignored Bronn's teasing. His pupils contracted slightly as he said, "No, this was an accident. I hate accidents the most."
He turned to look at Bronn and continued, " Bronn, my dear sister is definitely plotting something again. We need to find out as soon as possible."
He started walking, pondered for a moment, and said as he went, "Send more men to keep an eye on Cersei, six more."
Bronn nodded steadily and said, "Rest assured, I will keep a close eye on her, Lord Tyrion."
After walking silently for a while, Tyrion suddenly stopped and asked, " Bronn, why are you back so soon?"
Bronn grinned lewdly once more. "I have completed the task you assigned me."
Tyrion was slightly surprised. "So fast?"
Bronn bowed slightly with an elegant gesture and said, "You are a lucky nobleman, Shataya happens to have a suitable girl with her."
He whispered, "I've already secretly taken her to your house in Hook Alley."
A house somewhere in Hook Alley.
Inside the dormitory, as Tyrion pushed open the door and entered, the dark-haired girl gracefully rose and gave him a slight bow.
Tyrion stood before the dark-haired girl, craning his neck to examine her closely. He had to admit that Bronn had good taste.
The dark-haired girl was beautiful; she had doe-like eyes, a slender figure, and a small but sturdy build.
Tyrion tilted his head and said, "I am Tyrion of House Lannister. People call me the Imp."
The dark-haired girl looked down at Tyrion from a height of about five feet (about 1.7 meters) and said softly, "My mother named me Shae, and that's what people often call me, my lord."
Tyrion remained silent, and seeing that he was only staring at her body, Shae asked, "My lord, shall I take off my clothes?"
"Hold on..."
Tyrion shook his head slightly and asked, " Shae, are you a virgin?"
Upon hearing this, the "arrogant Shae " instantly transformed into the "shy Shae," and she said, "My lord, if you're happy, then you can think that way."
Tyrion seemed pleased with her change. " Shae, I like the truth, the truth makes me happy."
Shae chuckled, "Sir, then you'll have to pay double."
After hearing Shae's words, Tyrion felt that the two of them were a perfect match, and he liked the clever girl in front of him.
He began, "I am a Lannister, we have plenty of gold, and... you'll find I'm a very generous man. I want more than just what's between your legs; I want you to live with me, pour me wine, keep me company, give me massages... and whether I keep you for a day or a year, as long as we're together, you're not allowed to sleep with any other man."
Shae smiled, a smile that looked wicked to Tyrion, and he liked it.
"That's fair, sir."
After saying that, Shae reached down, grabbed the hem of her coarse cloth shirt, smoothly pulled it up over her head, and tossed it aside.
Shae, who was completely naked, leaned down, Tyrion tasted the honey. Her fingers deftly and skillfully found the knot in his clothes.
... intimate words spoken softly...
... trembling joyful gasps...
Afterwards, Shae lay quietly in Tyrion's arms, her soft body resting against his arm. It was an incredibly wonderful feeling, both strange and familiar.
Shae's breathing was deep and rhythmic. Tyrion gently climbed off the bed, not wanting to disturb her sweet dreams.
Tyrion walked to the window and looked up at the night sky over King's Landing's Landing.
Stannis was like a sword hanging over Tyrion's head... Tyrion realized that he really needed Shae, or someone like her.
With his ally and friend, and the girl in his bed... the Lannister Giants was filled with courage. He would surely defeat Stannis, and the Lannister the Imp would become the savior of King's Landing's Landing.