Sansa's voice was clear and clear.
At that moment, time seemed to freeze.
Everyone had expressions of disbelief on their faces, and then there was an uproar in Sept!
"Seven gods above...
"How is that possible?"
"They have been married for almost a month!"
"That's Tyrion Lannister. It is said that he once spent twenty Gold Dragon in Silk Street in one night!"
On the main seat, listening to people talking, Tywin Lannister remained motionless, but extremely complex emotions were surging deep in his green eyes.
Ridiculous.
He personally ordered the wedding of Sansa Stark and Tyrion Lannister, and it has been twenty-seven days since then.
According to the thousand-year tradition of the nobles of the seven countries, consummating the marriage on the wedding night is not a choice, but an obligation and a responsibility.
That means the continuation of the bloodline and the consolidation of the alliance.
Because this is a rule, a thousand-year tradition.
It ensures that the couple can give birth to a legal heir as soon as possible.
What's more... Tywin remembered that he had given Tyrion a very clear order.
He told Tyrion that Sansa must get pregnant as soon as possible, the sooner the better.
Because a child with both Lannister and Stark blood is the most convenient way for them to legally obtain Winterfell and bring the North under their control."
He ordered Tyrion to fulfill his duties as a husband, and Tywin never thought he would refuse.
After all, as a well-known drunkard and prostitute, the money Tyrion spent in brothels was enough to feed a small army.
At the wedding, Tyrion made a solemn promise.
But now, twenty-seven days later, she frankly admitted that she was still a virgin in front of all the nobles of King's Landing!
This is simply a shame!
At this thought, Tywin couldn't help but cast his gaze towards the center of Sept.
Sansa Stark stood in the light, her dark blue velvet dress wrapping her fully elongated body.
Slender waist, plump chest, slender neck.
Her long red hair is spread over her shoulders like a waterfall, with the ends slightly curled around her waist. Her skin is as fair as the North's first snow, and her facial features are as delicate as a masterpiece crafted by top craftsmen who spent several years.
Especially those eyes, so clear and bright.
There is no doubt that Sansa Stark is definitely one of the most recognized beauties in the Seven Kingdoms.
When she first came to King's Landing, some nobles whispered at the banquet that Sansa Stark was as beautiful as Cersei Lannister, who was known as the "most beautiful woman in the Seven Kingdoms" when she was young.
How can Tyrion be able to control himself when facing such a wife?
What a joke!
Unless.
This guy is deliberately going against himself!
After thinking about this, Tywin's eyes slowly moved to the bottom of the judgment seat.
Tyrion Lannister stood there.
The shackles locked his wrists and ankles, and the iron chains glowed coldly in the morning light. His head was lowered and his shoulders were constantly swaying.
Are you laughing?
Tywin's eyes became colder and colder.
He just felt that this damn Tyrion was simply a punishment for his lifelong reputation. If he hadn't considered that the other party did bear the surname of Lannister, he would have ordered the other party to be thrown into the sea and drowned as early as the moment he was born.
However, Tyrion, who was surrounded by four golden robes, did not feel his father's gaze that increasingly wanted to kill him.
He just lowered his head, his long hair covering his ugly face.
The strange-colored eyes were blank, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
At this moment, Sansa spoke again.
Maiden, who originally paid great attention to dignity, glanced at those whispers or malicious smiles. In this place thousands of miles away from the North's hometown, he said such things in front of everyone, but his voice was more steady than before.
"Yes, I'm absolutely right."
"Because my husband, Tyrion Lannister, has never forced me to do anything I didn't want to do."
As Sansa told the story, the noise in Sept subsided slightly, but there was still a sense of depression and turmoil.
"On our wedding night, when he walked into the bedroom, I sat on the edge of the bed, shaking all over."
"I was wearing the pajamas my mother had prepared for me, with the Stark direwolf embroidered on them."
"He stood at the door and looked at me like that for a long time, and then he said...
, said Sansa, her eyes fell on Tyrion who lowered his head, and took a deep breath, "If you don't want to, we can do nothing, that's what he said."
"I made no answer, and then he went away, spread a blanket on the rug by the hearth, and slept all night without another word."
"It was like this again on the second night, and it was like this on the third, fourth, and every night after that."
In front of everyone, she raised her head, and her blue eyes flashed with something harder.
"Although I did not fulfill my obligations as a wife, he did everything a husband could do."
"He once tried to talk to me, in the dark, across the entire room, and he would tell stories he had read in books, about the heroes of Rhoynar, about the dragons of Valyria, and about the legends beyond the Wall."
"He would tell some stupid jokes, some of which weren't really funny, but I knew he was trying to make me laugh."
"During that time, I had nightmares almost every night, dreaming about my father's head rolling off the city wall, and dreaming about Joffrey's smiling face. When I woke up from nightmares, he would sit quietly by the fireplace, not approaching or touching, just... looking at me there until I fell asleep again."
The more Sansa spoke, the more emboldened she became. She straightened her chest and raised her voice suddenly. She pointed at the prostitutes not far away and complained, "So, when those women accused Tyrion of being a lecherous, violent demon who took pleasure in torturing women...
"I know they're lying!"
"Because such a man can never be as miserable as they describe!"
After the words fell, Sept fell into silence again.
An older nobleman nodded slowly, and several ladies exchanged glances and sighed softly.
Even a man in a golden robe surrounding Tyrion loosened his grip on the sword hilt, with a slightly struggling expression on his face.
But the malice in human nature will never dissipate with a moment of emotion.
"That Tyrion also respects women, hahaha!"
Hearing this, his companions beside him also sneered, "That's right! My uncle said that Tyrion is of no use at all."
"Hahaha!"
Obscene laughter spread in several small circles, like mold growing in a damp place.
And Cersei stood up again at this moment.
Her movements were very slow, her luxurious red dress swayed with her steps, and her blond hair was like melted gold in the sun.
"He doesn't touch you, not because he respects you, Sansa, but because he doesn't dare."
Cersei turned to the girl with a pitiful smirk on her face. "Look at him! A twisted monster with a face so ugly that no one would want to take a second look."
"We must understand that the Seven Gods did not always grant equal grace when they created humans."
"A person born deformed is a curse sent by the Seven Gods!"
"His soul will also be distorted by this. He may appear humble and courteous in front of the noble Lady, but indulge in the darkest desires in the shadows. He may be in awe of purity and beauty, but eager for filth and corruption."
"Because, deep down in his heart, he knew that he could never truly possess purity and beauty. He knew that he would always be incomplete, so he turned to women who also sold their bodies for money!"
These words were extremely vicious, but they also accurately touched the darkest corners of the hearts of many people present.
The nobles nodded one after another, showing "I see" expressions.
Even the prostitutes who were also implicated by these words deeply agreed with this. After all, they had no dignity at all.
After all, this is the only way it can be explained.
This is reasonable.
This is in line with their imagination of "freaks". They are either evil monsters or poor cowards, but they can never possess true virtue.
Listening to people starting to point at him again, Tyrion's body visibly stiffened, his shoulders tightened, his jawline tightened, and his eyes of different colors slowly closed.
The iron chain clattered on his wrist, and the sound was particularly harsh.
Then, Tyrion slowly opened his eyes. He raised his head and did not look at his wife who stood up to testify for him. Instead, he glanced at everyone around Sept.
Then he laughed.
The extremely sarcastic laughter was squeezed out from the depth of his throat, looking extremely crazy, as if he had lost his mind under such heavy pressure.
"Ha..." Tyrion laughed, his shoulders began to shake. "Hahaha...
The laughter grew louder and louder, until I was laughing so hard that the chains were clattering, and it was so exaggerated that even tears burst out of the corners of my eyes.
As he laughed, he wiped away tears with his shackled hands, but the tears grew more and more.
"Wonderful!" Under people's disgusted and surprised eyes, Tyrion finally raised his head, waved his hands and shouted at Sept Dome, "It's so wonderful! This scene! This trial! These testimonies! What a fucking joke!"
As his movements became larger and larger, the golden robes became alert again and placed their hands on the hilt of the sword again.
"A Tyrion!" Tyrion paid no attention to them, but yelled with bared teeth and claws, his voice distorted by laughter=#
"A monster who was born to kill his mother, an ugly, deformed wretch, married the most beautiful girl in the Seven Kingdoms, and then... refused to touch her!"
As he spoke, he turned to the audience, his strange-colored eyes burning with angry flames.
"You want reasons and explanations, yes, otherwise the world would be too unfair, wouldn't it? Okay, I'll give you 1
Tyrion straightened up, with a crazy look on his face. "I admit, I am really useless, I am not worthy of the noble Lady Stark!"
"So I can only go to prostitutes, because only they will flatter me and say majestic Lion, you are awesome1 for Gold Dragon
"Are you satisfied? This is the truth you want to hear!"
The nobles burst into laughter.
The laughter was cruel, harsh, and unscrupulous, echoing under the Sept sacred Dome, like a collective sacrilegious ceremony.
Tyrion also joined in. He was shaking with laughter and could hardly stand. The golden robes stepped forward to hold him up, but he struggled like a beast caught in a trap.
From the main seat, Tywin watched all this coldly.
At this point, the trial has lost any seriousness at all, and the entire trial process has been turned into a self-insulting drama by Tyrion.
As a result, even the Lannister name will be brought into disgrace.
"Enough!"
I don't know how much time passed, but the laughter in the audience became more intense. Tywin couldn't help it anymore and shouted loudly.
Due to the majesty of the prime minister, everyone immediately fell silent. Even Cersei shut up and took a step back, not daring to offend Old Lion at this time.
"Lady Sansa's testimony." Seeing everyone quiet down, Tywin slowly spoke, "It does provide a possibility."
"But even so, it cannot completely negate the credibility of other witnesses."
Hearing this, everyone's eyes were focused on him.
The nobles nodded one after another, many of them drew seven-pointed stars on their chests, and whispered in agreement, "The Prime Minister is right."
Sansa's face turned pale. She wanted to retort, but Tywin didn't give her a chance.
"Therefore."
"Lady Sansa's testimony can only prove Tyrion's behavior in front of you, but it cannot prove whether he can still maintain that kind of "respect" in front of others."
As he spoke, he turned to Tyrion under the judgment seat, his green eyes full of coldness.
It seems to be saying that since he can't even get a woman, then there is no need for him to exist.
"If there is no other evidence that can completely clear him of those accusations, or prove that he had nothing to do with King Joffrey's death, then...
Just when Tywin was about to give the final verdict to the trial.
Tyrion's head jerked up.
He looked at his father on the high platform, the face that always regarded him as a shame. Twenty years of neglect, contempt, disgust, and harsh words converged into a huge flood at this moment, and washed away the last dam in his heart.
"You want me to plead guilty, don't you, Father?!"
In front of everyone, Tyrion faced his father and roared in front of him for the first time.
He struggled, the iron chains rattled, and the golden robes held him down hard, but he burst out with amazing strength and almost broke free.
"Okay! I admit it! I admit everything!"
Tyrion laughed, tears and saliva flowing from the corners of his mouth. "I am a Tyrion, I am a monster, I was born to kill my mother!"
"I don't deserve anything good! I can only go to prostitutes, because they are the only ones who don't look at me like a monster, they only look at my gold!"
"But you know, you know... who caused all of this?!"
Tyrion's voice suddenly rose, almost tearing his throat. "It's you, Tywin Lannister! My father!"
"From the moment I was born, you treated me as a disgrace! As a stain! As a stain on Lannister glory!"
As soon as these words came out, there was deathly silence in Sept.
Even the sound of breathing could not be heard, and no one dared to challenge or laugh at him in this situation.
"You never look at me!" Ignoring everyone's horrified looks, Tyrion hissed, "But that's not what I hate you most. What I hate you most is that you took away the only thing I ever believed in! The only person I ever believed in!"
"That year, Jaime and I were returning to Casterly Rock from Lannisport. We met a girl, Tessa, on the road. She was followed by two bandits and was very scared."
"James went to chase the robber, and I dismounted to protect her. She was too scared to leave alone, so I took her to a nearby hotel and wanted her to eat something while James came with reinforcements."
"She looked at me in the hotel. She said I was brave, that I was different from other nobles, and that I was so kind."
"Then she kissed me and she told me she loved me and I believed it, Gods, I fucking believed it!"
"I paid for a monk to perform a secret wedding. I thought I finally had someone who loved me not because I was Tywin Lannister's son, not because I was the heir to Casterly Rock, not for any fucking reason, but just for who I was."
He choked and swallowed hard, but the warmth that had just appeared in his eyes was replaced by resentment.
"Then you knew." Tyrion's voice suddenly turned cold. "You told me that everything was fake, that Tessa was a prostitute, that the two robbers were also fake, and that the whole thing was planned by Jaime, in order to make me "finally look like a man."
Dead silence.
Absolute silence, obviously not everyone knows about this unknown past event in the Western Region.
But no one thought there was anything wrong with what Tywin did. After all, his son fell in love with a peasant woman and secretly married her?
If it had been another noble with a slightly hotter temper, such as Randyll Tully Earl, he would have been killed on the spot.
"So you are right, Father."
"I am a monster. I am a monster from the inside out. You personally turned me into this."
He turned to the audience, his voice was terrifyingly calm. "Now, sentence me to death, end this farce, and end my wrong life!"
Facing Tyrion's crazy accusations, Tywin's face became even more livid.
He opened his mouth, ready to speak his verdict.
But just then...
"Wait!"
A voice came from the side door of Sept.
Everyone turned their heads.
I saw Lord Commander of the Kingsguard striding over wearing White Armor. The armor was stained with mud, the hem of the white robe was torn, and there were two fresh blood stains on his face.
But the most striking thing is that his left hand is dragging a ragged man like a dead dog.
The man was also covered in mud and blood. He struggled to get up, but James pulled hard and he fell down again.
James just dragged the man through the long central aisle of Sept and stopped in front of the trial seat.
He kicked the man to the ground hard, then raised his head and looked at Tywin on the high platform.
Sunlight poured into Sept from the window, illuminating the blood on his face. A pair of eyes that were very similar to Tywin's were extremely determined.
"Father."
"I think we have new evidence."
As he spoke, he kicked the man huddled up on the ground.
The man trembled, struggled, and used his last strength to raise his head.
Underneath the mud and blood was a vaguely identifiable face.
Dontos Hollard.
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