iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 635 A Surprising Gain

Their eyes met, and Tyrion quickly lowered his gaze. After a pause, he smirked, "I know the Westerlands very well too..."

If he were to go to the Westerlands, the king would never allow himself to be as "weak and easily bullied" as Harris.

Without the roar of the old lion, the Westerlands would surely descend into chaos, and Harris might even dream of his family becoming—Tyrell II.

Harris himself was weak and incompetent, but greedy enough.

and.

Green's Clayber Company has taken control of the Lannisters' most important legacy—the gold mines.

Therefore, the nobles of the Western Frontier, who had never truly "tasted" the roar of the marigold, were bound to become increasingly dissatisfied.

This is one of the methods those people use to seize benefits, and it is also a tradition of the Seven Kingdoms. Their goal is to seize a piece of the sweet cake left by the Lannisters.

How can we quickly bring these Westerners, blinded by greed, to their senses?
If the North were a matter of life and death for humanity, how could the people of the Westerlands be made to obey the king's orders?
There is only one answer: to wipe out a portion of the Western Nobles.

then.

While the remaining Western nobles tremble in fear, distribute the inheritance obtained from the extermination to them, and promote some of the impoverished Western nobles.

Yes, that's how Green controlled the valley.

Tyrion couldn't help but look at his short hands. Would they... be stained red with the blood of the Westerners?

Tyrion was in pain because of his hesitation.

The nickname "Little Imp," known throughout the seven kingdoms, comes from the fact that he was an ugly dwarf, not because he was cruel like a demon; he was ultimately just a cowardly dwarf.

Although most of his deepest memories of the Westerlands were of mockery...

However, it was only at this moment that he realized he was actually deeply in love with the West, and that he was, after all, a pathetic dwarf...

Tyrion, who had been lost in thought, suddenly gave a self-deprecating smile. Grimm stared at him for a moment and said, "Please get up."

Tyrion snapped out of his daze and forced a fawning smile: "I apologize, please forgive my intrusion, but I'm just too excited to think of my wife and daughter."

"Well, that's understandable."

Then, Green gestured to a chair: "Please sit down."

Tyrion thanked him humbly, and as he climbed into the chair, Green's voice came through: "Everything has a price, my old friend."

Upon hearing this, Tyrion, who had settled down, couldn't help but look in the direction of the voice and met those brown eyes that seemed to see right through people.

Tyrion felt as if he had been stripped naked in an instant. He took a deep breath and chose to be honest: "Your Majesty Green, I am worried that I will soften at the crucial moment. You know, I am a dwarf who cannot harden his heart, so I can't even beat someone like Cersei."

He paused for a moment, then added, "My biggest fear is betraying your trust."

After saying this, Tyrion lowered his eyes, feeling that he was neither a good husband nor a good father.

At this moment, he should have chosen without hesitation to exchange the blood of the Westerners for the wealth and status of his wife and daughters.

Green suddenly smiled: "Tyrion, it seems you have great faith in my promise."

Tyrion looked puzzled, but Green's smile remained unchanged: "Otherwise, you wouldn't have the leisure to worry about the safety of other people, would you?"

Green's calm question startled Tyrion.

"In the Seven Kingdoms, should personal interests take precedence, or loyalty?"

Green tapped the armrest lightly with his fingertips and asked again, "And what about goodness?"

Tyrion discovered early on that Green's tongue could easily influence the emotions of others, including his own.

however.

He had to admit that Green always managed to grasp the real and cruel... facts.

Yes, his ridiculous kindness!

Love the West?
As a dwarf, a disgrace to the Westerlands, what right does he have to love the Westerlands?

Did the people of the Westerlands allow him to love the Westerlands?
Tyrion bowed deeply: "Thank you for your patience and understanding. I am at your service."

……

Stepping out of the king's study, Tyrion stood still, letting out a slow, deliberate breath. Then, a slight smile of pleasure crept onto his lips.

Compared to the extremely dangerous North, the West, which he was familiar with, was naturally much safer. Although he was far from the great cause of saving the world, he could look forward to the day when he could reunite with his wife and daughter.

The despicable dwarf had to admit that, compared to other power players, Green was actually quite kind and generous.

Once he has conquered the West, he and his wife and daughters will be able to live in a beautiful castle, with servants to attend to them and guards to protect them.

The king promised him a lifetime of honor.

His Majesty Green's words were as good as gold, and for the first time, the dwarf was filled with anticipation for the future.

He smiled and nodded goodbye to the expressionless Imperial Guards, and as he left, his limping steps became much more agile.

As Tyrion was about to step out of the gates of the "King's Palace," he spotted Ser Mundon and the Hound, who seemed to be waiting for him.

"Ha, Monton, Clegane."

Tyrion greeted him cheerfully, and Ser Mundon chuckled, "My lord, His Majesty ordered me to give this to you."

As he spoke, Monton handed him what he was holding in his arms. It was a rather large bag, and it seemed to contain a golden dragon.

Tyrion froze, clutching the bag tightly with both hands. Mondon released it, only to feel the bag suddenly become heavy.

"Does Your Majesty have any other instructions?"

Monton's dull eyes, now devoid of wisdom, glanced to the side, and after a pause, the hound's shrill, hoarse voice answered for him: "You can relax for a few days in Winterfell before setting off, or you can hire capable men here. If the Golden Dragons are not enough, you can always come to Sir Monton."

Tyrion, with his small frame, was struggling to carry him. The Hound, unusually kind, offered to help, but Tyrion turned away, saying, "Hey, I'm a poor nobleman now, I have no money to reward you."

The hound paused slightly, then straightened up, deliberately looking around: "Where's the little elf? How did he suddenly disappear?"

Then, amidst Monton's suppressed laughter, he suddenly glanced down, pretending to just remember: "Please forgive me, I forgot you were still here. It's my fault for being so tall."

Tyrion: "..."

With a jerk, he slung the bag over his shoulder: "Come to the tavern by the city gate later. Tonight's food and drink are all on Lord Tyrion."

After saying that, he barely raised one hand and waved it behind him.

Watching Tyrion's figure slowly disappear, Mondon glanced at the Hound: "What if he changes his mind?"

The hound shrugged: "It's too late."

……

The next day, morning.

Green was invited by Sansa Stark to see the treasures in Winterfell's collection.

In the wide corridor, Grimm and Sansa walked at the front, followed by the Kingsguard and the handmaidens of Winterfell.

With a slight blush, Sansa gently took Green's arm: "Your Majesty, thank you again for accepting my invitation."

Green smiled slightly at her: "It's an honor. Actually, I'm a little curious about what else Duke Ned collects besides swords."

Sansa couldn't help but chuckle, lowering her voice slightly: "My father loved knightly swords with stories behind them, and my mother would sometimes complain that the Stark collection was an armory."

Green smiled and said, "This is valuable experience. No wonder my wife always falls silent for a long time when she sees my collection of trophies."

A slight smile played on his lips: "Compared to the beautiful items she collected, those weapons stained with blood really do look out of place together."

Sansa listened with sparkling eyes, then couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh: "It's my honor to clear up your doubts, hehehe, this is truly a delightful surprise."

In the Stark family's collection room, Grimm saw many bronze weapons from the First Men era. He discovered that Sansa had an exceptional memory, recounting their origins and stories with ease and naturalness.

The two approached a series of paintings. Green tilted his head slightly, paused, and said, "This is... the Red Fork River?"

"Your Majesty, your vision is as sharp as a needle."

Sansa stood with her hands behind her back, her jewel-like blue eyes slowly sweeping over them: "These paintings were brought from Riverrun by Lady Catelyn."

She stretched out her slender finger and pointed to a painting depicting a triangular castle: "My mother often told us stories about Riverrun, and I know... she was reminiscing about her former home."

(End of this chapter)