iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 632 Kind-hearted Green

Squeak—

The heavy oak door hinges emitted a long, drawn-out scraping sound as Tyrion and Melisandre slowly entered the room.

They soon spotted Green sitting alone by the fireplace, the flickering fire casting dappled light and shadows, his blue velvet robes taking on a warm orange hue in the firelight.

Just as Tyrion was about to bow, Green, who was deep in thought with his eyes down, spoke first: "Tyrion."

This caused Tyrion to pause involuntarily.

But he quickly recovered and respectfully knelt down: "Your Majesty."

Green's gaze swept over Melisandre, who was following behind with her bow, and he said calmly, "You must be tired from your journey, please rise."

Just as Tyrion stood up, a smile appeared on Green's face, and he raised his right hand, gesturing for him to turn around.

Although puzzled by Green's strange request, Tyrion obediently complied and slowly spun around in place.

"Very good, no missing limbs."

As Green's teasing voice rang out, the despicable dwarf was deeply moved, and he kept warning himself not to be deceived.

The seemingly harmless and gentle young man in front of us has actually manipulated the entire Seven Kingdoms!

Tyrion forced a grateful expression, but his eyes secretly observed warily: "Your Majesty, thank you for your concern. I have no way to repay you."

A smile flickered across Green's eyes, which seemed to see right through people, and he then turned his gaze to the red-robed priestess beside him: "Lady Melisandre."

Their brown and red eyes met, and Melisandre bowed slightly: "Congratulations, may you receive the blessing of the Lord of Light."

Green smiled and said, "Your voice is still as charming as ever."

Then he added, “Excuse me, please allow me to catch up with my old friend first. You can take a bath or have something to eat, and Sir Brienne will arrange for a maid to look after you.”

“Thank you for your thoughtful arrangements, Your Majesty.” Melisandre’s red robe swept across the carpet before she turned and left.

……

Tyrion had just sat down when he caught the wine bag that Green had tossed to him.

As Tyrion pulled the cork, the sweet aroma of wine filled the air.

Just as he was putting the delicious summer red wine into his mouth, Green suddenly said, "Tessa should have been found."

"What—cough cough!"

Tyrion choked on the wine, coughing violently. His flushed face was hard to tell whether it was from choking or shock: "Your...cough cough...means?"

Green nodded slightly: "If I'm not mistaken, you should have a daughter, fourteen years old, who inherited your blond hair and your wife's blue eyes (Chapter 589)."

Tyrion was struck dumb, standing there motionless.

After a long while, he said in a trembling voice, "This...how is this possible?!"

Green's smile faded, and after a moment of eye contact with Tyrion, he said in a calm tone, "It is indeed a miracle; the gods have ultimately taken pity on you."

Tyrion's pupils contracted violently in the firelight, his gaze a mixture of ecstasy and fear.

His lips trembled: "I have a daughter?"

The dwarf's gaze was hopeful, fixed intently on Green's eyes, as if afraid that this was just a fragile illusion.

Green's expression softened slightly, and he nodded slowly to Tyrion: "Yes, you have a charming wife and a beautiful daughter."

The man before him was indeed a power player, but Tyrion had to admit that Green never lied, though he was adept at concealing important details.

Fourteen years old...

Before he knew it, Tyrion was in tears.

After a long while, he finally calmed down a little, but his voice was still choked with emotion: "Are they...are they alright?"

Green gestured for Tyrion to drink, then slowly began, “From the moment my men found them in Braavos, they have naturally been treated with the honors due to nobles of the Seven Kingdoms.”

So, what about before?

Tywin sold Tessa to a merchant ship (Chapter 368)...

She actually survived... and with their child...

Poor Tessa...

His poor daughter...

You dwarf who deserves to go to the seventh level of hell!
Tyrion wiped the tears from his face and said in a hoarse voice, "How have they survived for the past ten years?"

After a moment of silence, Green spoke up: "A family in Braavos... a brothel."

Upon hearing this, tears once again blurred Tyrion's vision.

Beneath his sorrowful eyes, he grinned: "Good, very good, at least she didn't suffer from cold or hunger, thank the gods!"

His heart was filled with unseen tears. The cowardly and ugly dwarf had been a womanizer for over a decade, and as his wife, she naturally had the right to do the same...

Seeing Tyrion's dejected appearance, Green silently took a sip of his wine. Happiness can flow slowly, but unavoidable pain... is best cut off cleanly.

“They are frail women without husbands or fathers to protect them, Tyrion. Your daughters can only follow in the footsteps of your wives. By the way, your daughter’s name is Lana.”

As Green's voice faded, Tyrion's ears rang, followed by dizziness; he knew it would be like this...

Tyrion had already guessed this outcome when he heard about the women's quarters...

Tyrion's vision went black, and he slumped straight back into his chair, completely overwhelmed by pain.

After a pause, Green picked up the bell and shook it, and Sir Brienne quickly pushed open the door and entered.

"He needs rest; find a doctor to take care of him."

Ser Brienne easily cradled little Tyrion in her arms, and then Green asked, "Where is Melisandre?"

"Your Majesty, she has not left; she requests to remain outside and await your summons."

After a moment's pause, Green's eyes flickered slightly: "Hmm, let her in."

……

Not long after, the fiery red and graceful figure reappeared in the king's study. She nodded slightly to him: "Your Majesty Green."

"You seem to have guessed that we would meet soon."

Green pointed to another wooden chair opposite him: "Aren't you curious why Tyrion is unconscious?"

"The night is dark and treacherous."

Melisandre moved slowly, stopping beside the chair, and said, "I only care about the prince in the prophecy and help him overcome the long night and darkness."

"The prince of prophecy?"

Green chuckled: "I am not the reincarnation of Azor Ahai, and it was Dani who awakened the dragon, not me."

After Melisandre sat down, she smiled at him and said, "I know why you came here. You are already in the North, and that is the answer, Your Majesty Green."

After staring into her eyes for a moment, Green nodded slightly. "I did come for the White Walkers."

With a shimmering light, the large ruby ​​at Melisandre's throat seemed to pulsate: "You will command thousands of troops and drive out the forces of darkness."

After a pause, Green raised an eyebrow slightly: "Expel? Not eliminate?"

Melisandre slowly rose to her feet: "This is a war between two true gods, a war that began at the beginning of the world, before the judgment came..."

She paused before Green, her eyes shining like candlelight: "...Mortals, and even mortal kings, can only choose their side."

She slowly extended her snow-white hand: "And you have made the right choice."

Green raised his hand and grabbed her hand, which was radiating an unusual heat, then coldly gestured for her to step back.

For an instant.

Melisandre sensed a dangerous power emanating from Green. Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the "Lady of Emptiness" leaning against the armrest of her chair, smiled slightly, and slowly took a step back.

After a pause, Melisandre's red lips parted slightly: "King Green, I am not an enemy. We are on the same side. I am your friend, and I can also be your lover, and I can also be your servant."

(End of this chapter)