iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 634 Strength and Sincerity 2
"Judging from his attack on Duke Ned, it is clear that he has gone mad."

Green's expression seemed to acknowledge the title he had given himself—that of a legendary assassin—which made Tyrion slightly embarrassed.

Tyrion couldn't help but laugh at himself. The Imp's various "renown" was already known throughout the Seven Kingdoms, so who would care about the facts?

He closed his eyes, and Lancel went half-mad...

After calming his turbulent emotions, Tyrion suddenly asked, "Toman and Myrcella... how are they doing?"

"Very good, although it can't compare to the luxury of the past..."

Green took a sip of Summer Red and continued, "...But they live in manors on Crab Claw Peninsula, with servants to take care of them and guards. They live more comfortably than most people, except that they cannot travel freely."

Tyrion's small chest heaved as he pressed, "Will the siblings ever see each other again?"

Green stared at Tyrion's heterochromatic eyes for a moment, then replied, "If you wish, I will arrange for them to meet once a year."

"Thank you, thank you so much. I'm even a little envious of their lives now..."

As he spoke, Tyrion paused suddenly, and tentatively asked, "Merciful Your Majesty, will this 'request' be counted as a merit?"

A slightly complicated expression flashed across Green's face. He paused for a moment, then slowly said, "I promised Cersei that her two children would be alright (Chapter 476)."

The trial of Myrcella and Tommen resulted in their exile to Crab Claw Peninsula. His Majesty Green kept his word. Although they were required to go to the sanctuary to repent daily, their actual lives were similar to those of ordinary nobles. Moreover, on their farm, both girls and boys were free to move around.

There was a pause.

Tyrion's expression also became complicated: "To be honest, the gods favored Cersei; she passed away most peacefully."

The atmosphere became somber.

Green's lips suddenly curved into a slight smile: "With the credit you've contributed, I will properly increase Mysera and Tomman's freedom."

Upon hearing this, Tyrion, who had just fallen into a strange sorrow, was instantly stunned, as if he had been shot in the chest.

Tyrion opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything. He had risked his life at the Wall for Tessa, and had just learned... that he had a daughter!

He was afraid that his achievements would not be enough to take good care of his wife and daughter.

This invaluable contribution was "quietly" taken away...

However, the beneficiaries were his nephew and niece!
Tyrion slumped in his chair, a mix of regret and relief swirling within him. He couldn't help but scratch his messy hair.

Seeing Tyrion's dilemma, a gentle smile appeared in Green's eyes: "I will tell Myrcella and Tommen that their uncle loves his niece and nephew very much, and you are protecting them with your merits."

Tyrion: "..."

The man before him had ascended the Iron Throne from the valleys of Crab Claw Peninsula—it was beyond miraculous, and even now… Tyrion still couldn't comprehend this fact.

How could such terrifying people be born in a place like Crab Claw Peninsula?!

Do the gods favor Cersei?

No, the gods truly favored Grimm!
The only consolation is...

Green trusts the dwarf's abilities and is willing to give him a chance to make a difference. What more could he ask for now?
"Satisfaction" is the only path to reuniting with his wife and daughters, and he must firmly believe that King Green will keep his promise.

For the sake of his Tessa and Lana, the cowardly and despicable dwarf must never lose his worth.

……

Before long, Tyrion, as steadfast as steel, quickly composed himself: "Yes, of course I love them."

Then, he said with a grin, “But I feel it is my duty to pass this important task on to their father. For his son and daughter, Jaime will surely fight for you with all his heart, Your Majesty.” After a pause, he added, “Ser Jaime in black is already a sharp sword, and this sword… rightfully belongs to you.”

"I'll consider your suggestion."

Green swirled his wine glass in thought for a moment, then turned his gaze over: "You've done a good job with the arrangements regarding the giants. I look forward to your performance next."

Tyrion paused slightly, then humbly patted his chest: "It is my great honor to serve you, and I hope you like the 'gift' I have taken the liberty of preparing for you."

Green nodded slightly, took a sip of his drink, and said, "I plan to settle the giants on Crab Claw Peninsula. In the future, they will become a special force protecting the Targaryen-Claybers royal family, just like the dragons."

"Oh—the seven kingdoms are fortunate to have someone as wise as you..."

Green waved his hand, interrupting Tyrion's seemingly sincere flattery: "Your wife and daughters will be returning to the Seven Kingdoms on the Iron Bank's merchant ships, and I intend to settle them in Mermaid Harbor first."

Forgetting his role as a treacherous minister, Tyrion clenched his fists nervously and asked cautiously, "Your Majesty, when...when did they arrive there?"

"The Iron Vault's merchant ships will depart together with the ships I ordered in Braavos. If all goes well, they should arrive in at most... two months."

After hearing Green's words, Tyrion couldn't help but ask, "When can I see them, Your Majesty? I just... just want to see Tessa... I... I..."

"can."

Under Tyrion's gaze, a mixture of surprise and wariness, Green slowly rose, walked over, and patted him on the shoulder: "I have no penchant for tormenting people. I am a knight. To me, Tywin is the culprit, and you should be said to have been implicated by him..."

Tyrion wiped away his tears with his palm, and Grimm moved his feet, continuing, "...Princess Elia, Rhaenys Targaryen at only three years old, Aegon Targaryen as a baby, it was your father—Tywin Lannister—who made the rebellion seventeen years ago too cruel."

Stopping in his tracks, Green turned his back to Tyrion and gazed out the gray window: "Everything has a price. When Tywin committed his atrocities, he had already destined the Lannister family to pay a heavy price."

He slowly turned around: "After reclaiming the Iron Throne, I did not slaughter all the Lannisters in order to prevent the reappearance of hell on earth. I am the king, and I must wipe out the 'demons' released by Tywin and let the glory of knights shine on the Seven Kingdoms again. This is the responsibility and duty of the king of the Seven Kingdoms."

step-step-

As he walked, Green said, “Cersei was my excuse for letting Myrcella and Tommen go, and giving you the opportunity to do good was the excuse I needed to spare your life, as were the other Lannisters.”

He paused before Tyrion, a gentle smile playing on his lips: "You commanded the garrison and held Eastwatch, and you also brought me the giants. Congratulations. I now have ample reason to spare your life."

Tyrion's lips trembled in disbelief, and Green patted him on the shoulder again: "Once your wife and daughters arrive at Mermaid Harbor, you can take them with you anytime and live a family life together."

Tyrion's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and he stammered, "Really...?"

Green nodded: "Although we had different positions in the past, I have always considered you my friend. This is just a small favor."

Then, he winked slightly and joked, "Don't be too touched."

At that moment, Grimm's figure seemed to radiate a divine light, and Tyrion fiercely wiped away the tears that wouldn't stop flowing.

He paused, took a few deep breaths, climbed down from the chair and knelt down: "My Majesty, please grant me the opportunity to continue to make contributions."

Green raised an eyebrow in confusion. Tyrion, with his swollen, red eyes, grinned and said, "I'm a short-armed dwarf. I need the strength to protect my wife and daughters."

He bowed his head: "Your Majesty, I beg for your mercy."

"The North is too dangerous in the future..."

The sound of Green pacing back and forth echoed in the room. After a while, his voice finally came: "As expected, a war between the living and the dead will break out. To win the final victory, the rear must be secure."

Tyrion's eyes flickered, and he looked up: "Are you referring to... the Westerlands?"

After a moment of silence, Green slowly nodded: "You are well aware of Sir Harris's abilities (Chapter 487). If war breaks out, he will not be able to stabilize the situation in the West."

(End of this chapter)