"Very well." At last, Cersei nodded. "I'll do what I can to keep him in line. But if you dare try anything during that time, Tyrion, I promise you-even if I die, I'll take you with me."
"You have my word." Tyrion met her gaze without fear. "Now, may I go? Time waits for no one, after all. I have no time to play games with you. Or shall I fetch our cousin Lancel to keep you company?"
"Get out already." Cersei looked at him with disgust and waved a hand as though shooing away a revolting fly. Then she turned back to the window, leaving Tyrion with a rear view that invited all manner of fantasies.
At Cersei's words, Tyrion said no more and stopped lingering over the lovely sight before him. He simply turned and left her bedchamber.
The moment he stepped out of the room, he felt as though the burden on his shoulders had grown a little lighter. Dealing with Cersei always left him exhausted in body and mind. Yet it had also given him a faint glimmer of hope that they could win the coming war.
At least Cersei probably would not stand in his way for the time being. Unfortunately, he did not see the final look she cast back at him, as though she were looking at a dead man.
Tyrion quickened his pace. Podrick was waiting for him at the Tower of the Hand, along with news of the wildfire. If wildfire really was as powerful as the rumors claimed, it might become a trump card in the defense of King's Landing.
When Tyrion returned to the Tower of the Hand, Podrick was still waiting outside the study. The moment he saw Tyrion, he hurried over.
"My lord, you're back." Podrick bowed