iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 532 King and King 8
Tyrion's eyes turned slyly in his sockets, revealing his dissatisfaction. He raised his head and looked at the tall Melisandre: "My beautiful lady, although my legs are short, I can also ride a horse to charge for His Majesty Stannis."

Melisandre's eyes, like those burning with flames, moved slightly, and her gaze lingered on Tyrion for a moment as if it were real, as if she wanted to see through him.

Then, the corners of her beautiful lips curled up slightly, and she responded with a smile: "You seem to be questioning His Majesty's arrangement, brave little lion?"

Hearing this, Tyrion's little body trembled. "How is that possible? I just regret that I don't have the honor to fight for your majesty on the battlefield. He is the son of fire, and the true gods have favored him. It is my great honor to serve him. I am grateful."

A trace of slight relief appeared on Melisandre's beautiful face: "The King of Light has mercy on the world, and the true God blesses the pious. Congratulations."

Tyrion curved his lips into a flattering smile and said flatteringly, "I sleep every night staring at the candlelight at the head of my bed, silently praying to the Lord of Light."

Then he changed the subject: "It would be very presumptuous to keep His Majesty waiting. I beg you to show me the way, charming lady."

Hearing this, Melisandre laughed and said, "Don't worry, His Majesty is meeting with the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch right now."

Tyrion glanced at the slightly wet brown boots on the priestess's feet. The smile on his face deepened, like a blooming chrysanthemum. "It is my great honor to wait outside the door for your majesty's summons."

After saying that, he bent down gracefully, extended a hand towards the stairs, and made a "please" gesture.

Melisandre smiled softly and took a step forward, and Tyrion limped along beside her. Although his steps were a little unsteady, he always kept his head high.

Ser Bronn was leaning leisurely against the parapet, his chin resting on one hand, watching their receding figures with interest.

Not long ago, he received a letter from Leighton that made a veiled reference to the king's sorceress, Melisandre.

Although it was not explicitly stated in the letter, with the keen intuition accumulated from many years of mercenary career, he felt that Crabb had a special "attention" to Melisandre.

The mercenary's intuition told him that this woman was extremely dangerous.

However, the mercenary was extremely brave in the face of a generous employer, and he felt that her head must be priceless.

The mercenary's gaze was fixed on Melisandre's fiery red back, and he couldn't help but smile. His smile was still obscene, but there was a fierce light flashing in his eyes, like a hungry wolf staring at its prey.

However, at this moment, Melisandre seemed to have eyes on her back and suddenly looked back... Ser Bronn was startled and quickly restrained the expression on his face. He swung his right arm exaggeratedly and saluted her from a distance.

Tyrion also glanced back and asked in confusion, "My guard is quite polite?"

Melisandre did not answer immediately, but continued to move forward, with a slight smile on her lips: "He is an interesting guard."

Tyrion's eyes twitched, and he immediately complained, "Yes, he is very interesting, and extremely greedy. The gold royals I spent on hiring him could have paid ten guards for anyone else."

As she stepped down the stone steps, Melisandre looked at Tyrion with a hint of inquiry in her eyes: "It seems that you like him very much, generous little lion."

Tyrion's eyes moved again, and he shrugged, his tone somewhat helpless: "After all, this is the good intention of the Regent."

"Oh?" Melisandre raised an eyebrow, motioning for him to continue.

"I was sentenced to death by Tywin. Jaime secretly brought me out of the dungeon, and Green sent me here, and arranged for Bronn to be responsible for my safety." Tyrion grinned, "My friends who are like brothers know that most people in the world don't like dwarves."

Melisandre's red lips curled up slightly, with a faint smile: "Green is always considerate, and His Majesty Stannis is fair. He does not judge people by appearance. He only cares about your contribution, cute little lion."

"I have heard of this before. There is a dwarf named Patchface who serves Princess Shireen. This is very important to a dwarf like me who was born to be despicable." Tyrion's smile turned slightly bitter. "It is very important."

Melisandre's expression was gentle: "The Lord of Light chose His Majesty Stannis to save the world, which naturally includes the dwarf, Tyrion."

Tyrion's eyes were filled with tears. He looked up at her and smiled. "Next time, please allow me to draw my sword for His Majesty Stannis."

Melisandre paused, and gently brushed the dwarf's head with her hot, delicate hand. "Your wisdom is the sharpest sword, Tyrion Lannister."

Tyrion's eyes trembled slightly when he heard his name and the surname that had been declared illegal coming out of Melisandre's mouth.

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Melisandre and Tyrion walked slowly down the stairs. The stone steps under their feet appeared a little mottled in the dim light. The torches on the wall flickered faintly, stretching their shadows and swaying on the wall.

The two walked in the long corridor. In the silent atmosphere, only their footsteps echoed on the stone floor, making a dull and rhythmic sound.

When Tyrion and Melisandre arrived at the door of the king's study, they could faintly hear the voices of Stannis and the old bear talking from inside.

Seeing that their conversation was still going on, Melisandre gently turned sideways, motioned for Tyrion to follow her, and led him to another room not far away - the bedroom of the King's witch.

As she entered the room, Melisandre gracefully raised her hands and unbuttoned the flame-shaped buttons under her neck. The crimson cloak slid gently to the ground like a flower that bloomed and then slowly withered.

The red gauze dress she was wearing appeared in front of Tyrion, and her charming curves were faintly visible inside. Tyrion, who was standing aside, couldn't help but breathe faster.

Although this priestess was extremely dangerous, he had to admit that she was extremely charming and her charm was really irresistible.

"Wait until I change my boots, then we'll go over." Melisandre's soft voice broke the brief silence in the room.

Seeing her slowly sit down, Tyrion looked around and found that there was no maid in the room. He couldn't help but feel a little hesitant. He wondered whether he should take the initiative to help her change her shoes.

Just as he was struggling with his inner struggle, a smile flashed across Melisandre's ruby ​​eyes: "No need to trouble you."

As Melisandre moved, the boots were slowly taken off, and Tyrion's eyes were unconsciously drawn to them... He saw the smooth lines of the ankles and the slender and well-proportioned toes, like a row of crystal clear gems, emitting an alluring glow in the dim light in the room.

Tyrion felt his Adam's apple roll, and his good sister suddenly appeared in his mind. The king's witch was just like Cersei, even her toes were so beautiful and attractive...

While changing her shoes, Melisandre accidentally revealed the scenery under her skirt, which was round and elastic. Tyrion tilted his head unconsciously, it seemed... it seemed... it seemed... it seemed... that her body was only wrapped in this thin skirt?

Just then, a low and hoarse laugh was heard. Tyrion suddenly came back to his senses, and when he raised his eyes, he met the gaze of the king's witch.

She opened her red lips slightly, her voice full of temptation: "If you are curious, you can visit me at night, I will let you enjoy the ultimate pleasure."

Tessa...Tessa...Tessa...

At the same time, he warned himself in his heart: Danger, danger, danger.

Tyrion tried hard to hide the slightly obscene expression on his face, straightened his waist, and tried to make his posture look more reserved: "My lady, I am an honorable Night's Watchman, and I swear not to marry or have children."

Melisandre, who had changed her boots, glanced at him with amusement, the smile on her face still intact: "My promise is still valid, little lion of the night watch."

Tyrion wondered in his heart that the priestess loved him only because of his golden dragon, but what was the purpose of this priestess who seduced him from time to time?
He repeatedly asked himself, what could he give her, or...what did she want from him? Was that thing extremely important?
Tyrion suppressed the wonderful scene of the witch swaying in his mind and put aside the doubts in his heart. He smiled at her and said, "I will remember your invitation, charming lady."

Melisandre's beautiful eyes passed over him gently and she said, "Let's go over there, good lion."

The sullen Lord Commander of the Night's Watch walked out of the room, and without the guards' notification, Tyrion followed Melisand into the King's study.

In the study, the blazing fireplace exuded a warm atmosphere, and the orange-red flames jumped. Stannis sat in front of it, his cold and haggard face looked even deeper under the firelight.

When he saw the person coming, his voice was as cold as always: "Tyrion."

Tyrion paused for a moment at the call, and then he quickly came to Stannis and bowed respectfully, "Your Majesty."

Melisandre walked up to Stannis and put a hand on his shoulder. "Jero Mormont is not wise enough to understand your great deeds, Your Majesty."

"His opinion is unimportant. He only needs to follow my orders." Stannis looked at her coldly. "Did you foresee this outcome?"

Melisandre nodded her chin. "Yes, my Lord. I have seen the answer in the flames."

Stannis gritted his teeth. "I wasted my time."

Tyrion stood aside obediently, and Melisandre said softly: "They will soon understand that their only way out is to follow the prince of prophecy. Only you can defeat the cold and fear."

"I don't have the patience."

Stannis frowned, his eyes shifted to the other side, and then said, "Tyrion, I need to place those wildlings I captured outside the Wall in the 'Gift'. I will leave this matter to you."

Before Tyrion could respond, Melisandre's voice rang out: "When the little lion was the Hand, he took care of the refugees gathered in King's Landing. He is capable and experienced."

Tyrion's tone was very humble: "About how many people? Well, I need to prepare the corresponding supplies."

"One thousand eight hundred and twenty-three people. 452 men, 877 women, 366 children, and 128 elderly people."

Answering Tyrion's first question first, Stannis continued: "These are the first of my new subjects."

The first batch?
Tyrion's eyes turned slightly, and he asked tentatively, "Your Majesty, how much will follow?"

Melisandre answered his second question: "According to the will of the true God, His Majesty Stannis will subdue the 100,000 wildlings outside the Wall. They will follow the true king. They are the most loyal flame warriors prepared by the Lord of Light for the Son of Flame."

Hearing this, Tyrion's expression froze for a moment. Although it sounded impossible, if Stannis really subdued so many wildling warriors, then... his mission would most likely be declared a failure.

So, what will be his ending?

Tyrion knew very well that Grimm and Stannis would have to fight sooner or later. He suddenly felt a chill on his neck. Not only his own life, but also for the sake of his beloved Tysha, he dared not take any chances.

Under Stannis's watchful eyes, it was difficult for him to perform his own little tricks, and...if he messed up this matter, he would be punished according to the law, and he felt that his life would still be in danger.

So painful...

While thinking of a solution, Tyrion continued to secretly test: "Sire Stannis, are you planning to send troops beyond the Wall?"

This time it was Stannis who answered his question: "I will marry Shireen to the Wildling Prince. I have the legal right to command their submission."

Melisandre then explains to Tyrion the origin of the "Wild Prince".

"From what I know about the wildlings outside the Wall..." After listening, Tyrion explained the different inheritance laws north and south of the Great Wall.

When he finished, Stannis waved his hand and said coldly: "Since I allow them to settle in the 'Gift', they must obey the laws south of the Wall and believe in the Lord of Light."

Tyrion scratched his hair, pondered for a while, and expressed his concerns: "Your Majesty, traditions are hard to break. This matter will definitely be difficult. At present, our time and resources are limited. Perhaps... This will consume a lot of our troops."

Stannis's eyes were deep. He examined Tyrion's sincere expression for a moment and said, "It is their own choice. If they are unwilling to accept my rule, the wildlings will stop at the Wall forever."

After a suffocating silence, Tyrion's eyes suddenly lit up: "Your Majesty, as far as I know, the so-called 100,000 wildlings are composed of tribes one after another. In addition to your sword, perhaps my tongue can also serve this purpose."

"Tongue?"

Hearing Stannis's question, Tyrion moved his tongue in his mouth and said, "I believe they went south because of unbearable fear..."

(End of this chapter)