iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 621 Important Task

One of the knights inspected the area and then turned and entered the camp.

While waiting, Ser Bronn spurred his horse a few steps closer and whispered to Tyrion, "Before I go in, I feel I should leave a will?"

Tyrion paused, seemingly surprised: "You have an inheritance to leave behind?"

Mercenaries never save their gold; no matter how much they earn, they give it all to prostitutes.

Sir Bronn seemed incredulous: "Does the absence of an inheritance preclude one from leaving a will?"

Tyrion grinned: "Otherwise, your will will only be a nuisance to the living; you'll hear their curses from the seventh circle of hell."

Ser Bronn shrugged: “I actually love my son, Tyrion Stokeworth.”

Tyrion raised an eyebrow: "He was born?"

Bronn shrugged again: "Not yet, but it'll be soon."

Tyrion looked him over and said with a smile, "I will do my best to reunite you and your son."

"You are such a kind-hearted gentleman..."

……

As they were talking, the tall, strong knight who had gone to deliver the message returned, and the guards made way for him.

Tyrion nodded his thanks, and then, with Bronn's help, somewhat awkwardly jumped off his horse.

Upon entering the camp, the same knight led the way, followed by three men in grey robes.

Before long, Tyrion spotted the leather tent with the largest running wolf banner fluttering in the wind.

He glanced around furtively. It seemed that Stannis's evil magic had left Stark in a sorry state, but it hadn't instilled fear in him. He remained at the front line of the camp's defenses as usual.

Tyrion withdrew his gaze. If he were to lose heart after a few defeats, how could he possibly secure his position as the master of the North?

As he approached the tent entrance, the guards on either side lifted the curtain, and Tyrion paused slightly before walking straight inside.

Benlang remained unchanged, sitting imposingly behind the table.

Tyrion was about to bow when Lord Eddard, with a sharp look in his eyes, spoke first: "Tyrion the Night's Watch. The Night's Watch never participates in the conflicts of the Seven Kingdoms."

Upon hearing this, Tyrion paused in his movements: "Yes, Your Excellency Stark, this is an ancient tradition followed by the Night's Watch."

He stepped forward: “It is precisely because the Night’s Watch is neutral that the prime ministers of the Seven Kingdoms approached me.”

As he spoke, he spread his hands: "He saved me and Donghaiwang, so I can't refuse to help him if it's not excessive."

Tyrion sighed softly and said, "As a member of the Night's Watch, I also hope to recapture the Wall as soon as possible; this is my personal desire."

Duke Eddard's grey eyes stared at Tyrion's earnest face for a moment, then he nodded slightly and said, "This is not out of personal motives. Reclaiming the Wall is the Night's Watch's duty and honor. Please sit down, Night's Watchman."

Then, the wolf glanced at Bronn, who was sitting quietly behind him, and the rose banner he was holding, before turning his gaze back to Tyrion.

After Tyrion was seated, Duke Eddard gestured to a servant to bring him wine and asked directly, "Why did the Duke of Highgarden send you here?"

To be honest, Tyrion also prefers straightforward conversations; the lowly dwarf had only reluctantly learned the euphemistic language of the court.

Tyrion leaned back in his chair, swirling his wine glass, and said, "Prime Minister Tyrell has decided to quell Stannis's rebellion as soon as possible, and he hopes to receive your assistance, Lord Stark."

Duke Ed frowned and asked, "Assistance?"

"uh-huh."

Tyrion nodded and repeated, "Yes, assist."

Then, Tyrion remained silent for a while, but instead of waiting for Lord Eddard's question, he simply stared at him without saying a word.

Hmm, the dwarf suddenly misses his former life in the palace.

He concealed his expression with the act of drinking, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said, "The purpose of the Prime Minister sending me here is very simple. He hopes that the Stark army will launch an attack as soon as possible, creating a suitable opportunity for the Tyrell army to wipe out Stannis in one fell swoop."

The wolf's eyes narrowed slightly: "Creating a war opportunity for Tyrell?"

After a pause, he said coldly, "I refuse."

Tyrion smiled, then leaned forward and said in a deep voice, "Lord Stark, your refusal will cause the Hand of the King to misunderstand, after all..." He revealed a cunning smile: "...Everyone knows that you have a special feeling for Stannis."

Duke Eddard frowned: "Stannis almost killed me. He invaded the lands of the North. He is an enemy of the Starks."

Tyrion's smile deepened: "But your previous actions... it is said that if it weren't for His Majesty Green suppressing the discontent of the people, the Starks might very well have become enemies of the Seven Kingdoms."

He secretly observed Benlang's serious face and said, "No one will listen to your explanations now. You should show your loyalty through your actions."

Upon hearing this, Duke Ed felt guilty for his previous stubbornness, knowing that Green had silently borne everything for him.

Thinking of this, he explained: "The alien's ability is helping Stannis. He can monitor my every move through the birds in the sky, the wolves in the forest, and the fish in the water. Sending troops out will only result in an ambush, which is tantamount to sending my soldiers to their deaths."

He paused, then added, "Please tell the Duke of Highgarden that Stannis may attack the weakest point of the Tyrell army at any time."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tyrion leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms in front of his abdomen, and stared at the wolf in front of him with a very serious expression.

Out of respect for the Night's Watch, Duke Eddard did not want to make things difficult for Tyrion, but his expression grew increasingly cold.

After a moment of silence, Tyrion suddenly said, "For the sake of the Starks, you must send troops."

A dangerous glint flashed in Duke Ed's eyes: "I refuse."

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Sir Bronn, standing behind, unconsciously widened the distance between his feet, while the grey-robed guards inside the tent gripped the hilts of their swords.

The candlesticks on the table had their lit wicks crackling.

Tyrion suddenly grinned: "Actually, His Majesty King Grimm sent me to the Wall not just to atone for my sins, but also to give me another task, a very, very important task..."

.........

.........

Beyond the desolate tombs of our ancestors, the landscape is filled with majestic snow-capped mountains, resembling the spine of a giant, their peaks gleaming a cold blue under the pale light of the sky.

The wind swept across the snow, stirring up layers of snow waves.

The horse's breath turned into puffs of white mist, and the soldiers' beards and eyebrows were covered with white frost, as if they had instantly grown white hair.

"Green, I'll come find you again this afternoon." Arya was clearly still sleepy, and the short-statured Cyrio Forel barely managed to carry her with his arm as they walked towards the carriage behind.

The crunching sound of snow underfoot filled the air as Green approached the king's carriage. Daisy Mormont, who was serving on the orders of the Lady of Winterfell, opened the carriage door first.

Green nodded slightly to her and then entered the carriage.

Sitting inside the carriage, Green could see Daisy sitting upright on her horse, riding beside the carriage, faithfully fulfilling her duty of guard, just as she had the day before and the day before yesterday.

Daisy was a remarkable beauty, and Green naturally knew why Lady Catelyn had sent her. She represented Winterfell's "gift" to the King and their submission, which was part of one of Westeros's ancient traditions.

Green was aware of the problems Daisy was facing; she desperately needed to get out of her predicament, otherwise she wouldn't be so dedicated. However... she was demonstrating her abilities, not using her beauty to seduce.

Perhaps Daisy knows what she should do; she's just not good at it.

A smile flickered across the benevolent King Green's lips. She was using her most proficient skill—warrior prowess—to tempt the king.

Or maybe...

Ring ring—

Greene rang a bell and ordered Daisy to be ushered into the king's carriage.

Inside the spacious carriage, charcoal fires flickered in the brazier, casting orange-red and bright yellow flames that distorted the surrounding air into ripples.

“Please sit down, Miss Mormont.”

There were only the two of them there. Daisy sat opposite Green, her expression slightly tense.

Her cheeks gradually flushed, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Her heroic bearing seemed to have finally aroused the king's interest?
silence.

Green seemed to be lost in thought. She glanced at it hesitantly, then moved her lips and suddenly said, "Could we close the curtains?"

(End of this chapter)