Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Tyrion stared intently at Jaime, who suddenly seemed at a loss for words. He paused briefly before asking again, repeating the same question he had just asked.

"Are you confident you can hold King's Landing, Jaime?"

"Under the dragon's flames..."

"Although I did not witness firsthand how Viserys defeated the White Walkers, I did witness how the White Walkers destroyed humanity."

"The burning flames were extinguished, the muddy swamps were leveled, all thanks to the Night King, who was more terrifying than I had ever imagined. People were killed by the White Walkers and then rose again, and so the cycle continued."

Tyrion's deep voice echoed in the room, but Jaime, who had been silent for a while, suddenly interrupted his brother and spoke in a slightly raised tone.

"But I will die!"

Jaime Lannister stared intently at Tyrion, raising his hand in a beheading gesture.

“You know, Tyrion, I killed his father!”

"I killed his father!"

"Whatever my reason for doing this, do you think he'll listen to my explanation?"

The blond knight's emotions were slightly out of control.

He appeared to be indifferent to the title of 'Kingslayer,' but in reality, it was one of the biggest stains on his life.

"And Cersei...Cersei, perhaps she will suffer the same fate as me."

Tyrion listened to his words and remained silent for a long time before sighing, shaking his head, and speaking.

"That's what you wanted to say, James."

"You care about Cersei even more than yourself."

The white-robed knight remained silent, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword, his fingers turning slightly white.

James didn't say anything more after that, but pushed the table and stood up from his chair.

"In that case, Tyrion, you'll stay here for the time being."

“I have already asked Renly Baratheon of Storm's End for help, and reinforcements from Stormlands are on their way. Whether they are dragons, barbarians, or... that brat, I will prove to you that I can defeat them.”

When Viserys was mentioned, Jaime couldn't help but think of the second prince who was carried away from King's Landing in a carriage more than ten years ago.

He personally led the boy onto the carriage and escorted the convoy out of King's Landing before returning.

Viserys' eyes were filled with 'he knew what had happened,' he knew everything.

But he didn't cry and make a fuss like a seven-year-old. Instead, he tried to control his emotions and make himself look calm, but occasionally he still couldn't hide his panic.

It was for this reason that James was deeply impressed by Viserys at that time.

But unexpectedly, more than a decade later, the boy he had personally sent away returned and wanted to take his life.

James, with one hand on the hilt of his sword, finished speaking and turned to leave.

He wanted to appear to walk with a flourish, as confident as he had been back in the day, but little did he know that the chair leg would become his obstacle.

bang——

James tripped and almost fell, looking somewhat disheveled, but he still left without looking back.

Tyrion, however, remained silent, his gaze distant, as he picked up his wine glass from the table and watched his brother leave.

It seems that James had already anticipated this outcome; he will not easily surrender.

Chapter 442 Secret Talks at the Red Keep

That night.

Shortly after Jaime Lannister left the Capital Garrison's dungeons.

Gollum-

The sound of the carriage wheels rolling over the bluestone slabs was heard. A light drizzle had fallen tonight, and the raindrops pattered on the carriage roof. The rainwater on the ground gathered into streams that flowed into the deepest part of the alley.

A carriage draped in black cloth pulled up in front of the dungeon gates, picked up Tyrion who was supposed to be temporarily held there under Jaime's orders, and left, disappearing into the bustling streets of King's Landing.

"I have wondered which noble person in King's Landing is serving the Targaryen family."

Tyrion sat calmly in the carriage, seemingly in complete control of everything that was happening, but the person sitting opposite him was indeed somewhat unexpected.

"But I never expected it to be you."

Tyrion kept his wine glass in his hand, but this time he didn't drink it, and his eyes held a complicated expression.

The man sitting in front of him was none other than Varys the Spider, the king's chief intelligence officer.

This bald eunuch, with a round and plump figure, exuded a natural fragrance of rouge and wore brightly colored, high-quality silk and soft shoes.

However, none of these were to satisfy his personal aesthetic or fetish, but rather to conceal his scent, clothing, and the sound of his footsteps, so that others could not immediately recognize him when he changed his identity.

"Spiders have eight legs, sir."

Varys, sitting opposite Tyrion, heard Tyrion's voice, slightly opened his eyes, and then spoke calmly.

He only offered a suggestion without explaining its meaning in detail.

"According to the information I have received, this city is in imminent danger."

“Viserys’ army has besieged Riverrun. If our king, or your father, Stannis, or the Duke of Winterfell could suddenly display extraordinary prowess and defeat the dragons, the Dothraki... oh, and the giants, perhaps our nation could still be saved.”

"Varys spoke in a low, melancholic voice."

He received the intelligence earlier than the high-ranking nobles of King's Landing. In fact, much of that intelligence was released by him. According to the intelligence Varys received, Viserys had already surrounded Riverrun, but subsequent intelligence had not yet reached him.

"I never imagined that a eunuch could be so concerned about the country and its people."

Tyrion sneered, his voice laced with sarcasm. He wasn't in a good mood, and he parted the curtain slightly to look at the rain outside.

The streets of King's Landing were pitch black at that moment, with only the pitter-patter of rain to be heard.

The most prosperous city in the seven kingdoms was under curfew due to the war. Golden-robed men patrolled the streets, but they all ignored the carriage.

“If dwarfs can think about national affairs, then eunuchs can too.”

Upon hearing Tyrion's harsh voice, Varys calmly retorted.

One was a eunuch and the other a dwarf; neither could look down on the other.

"Actually, I don't serve the Targaryen family. Viserys probably doesn't even know my name."

"I'm doing this for myself."

Varys and Viserys didn't have much contact, and he assumed that Viserys had never heard of him by such a lowly name.

Before meeting Varys, Tyrion had not heard from Reyne that King's Landing had a Targaryen mole. He looked at Varys with some confusion, not understanding why he would do such a thing.

Not for personal gain, but to be a...good person?

However, he knew that the words of eunuchs could not be easily trusted, and Tyrion narrowed his eyes slightly.

Varys seemed to realize that Tyrion didn't believe him, and then spoke in a low, somber voice.

"War is about to break out, and I don't know how many people will die in this city. The dragon's flames will burn King's Landing, just as the 'Mad King' tried to destroy King's Landing with wildfire many years ago."

Varys glanced at Tyrion.

"I just want more people to survive."

Gollum-

The carriage then entered the Red Keep, and the guards of the Red Keep silently made way for it.

It turns out that the important person who really wanted to meet Tyrion tonight was none other than Cersei Lannister, Tyrion's older sister who held the reins of power.

Meanwhile, Jaime Lannister, the Queen's other brother and now the commander-in-chief of King's Landing's defenses, was inspecting the city walls in the light rain.

Cersei and Tyrion secretly met in Maegor House, right in Cersei's bedroom. There was no one else there except Cersei's handmaids, not even the Kingsguard.

Tyrion hurried through the door, led by a maid, and saw the Queen, dressed in a pale yellow dress, sitting quietly behind the dining table.

The table was now laden with food and red wine, and there was a little left in Cersei's glass. It seemed that Cersei had been drinking alone for a while before Tyrion arrived.

"Cersei."

Tyrion looked at the beautiful blonde queen, then paused slightly and took the initiative to greet her.

The maid who led him there bowed slightly, then left the room and gently closed the door.

"Actually, I don't want to see you at all, you know that?"

Tyrion.

Cersei sat behind the dining table, her delicate chin slightly raised, gazing at her dwarf brother. Her eyes held no affection, only indifference and even a hint of hatred.

“But when Father said you were dead, James dug a cenotaph for you in the Godswood Forest by himself with his sword, and I shed a few tears for you in the Maegor Tower.”

Tyrion paused for a moment after hearing his sister's words. He looked into Cersei's eyes, believing that she had no reason to lie about this matter.

Therefore, after remaining silent for a while, he finally shrugged.

"Well... it seems I should be grateful for the few tears you shed for me?"

He could sense the complex emotions she was experiencing. She was putting on a brave front, maintaining her composure as the noble queen of the Seven Kingdoms, but in reality, the panic in her eyes could no longer be concealed. She was even less composed than a seven-year-old boy, which was why she was so eager to find Tyrion.

However, Cersei merely gave a light snort on the surface, and then got straight to the point without beating around the bush.

"I heard from Jaime that you have now sided with the Targaryen family and are Reyne's envoy?"

Tyrion nodded slightly in agreement when he heard that Cersei wasn't going to beat around the bush any longer.

“That’s right, Her Highness the Princess sent me to the city to persuade them to surrender.”

He remained silent, saying that he had used his own head to promise to give King's Landing to Renis.

"Humph--"

Cersei heard Tyrion's words and a sarcastic smile appeared on her beautiful face.

"Now she is already Her Highness the Eldest Princess..."

“You are indeed the kind of person who would do such a thing, Tyrion.”

Cersei, holding a wine glass, stood up from her chair, supporting herself on the table with one hand, and walked to the balcony. The drizzle outside the window continued, and the night in King's Landing was deep. The candlelight illuminated the woman's fair neck, reflecting a faint glow.

Then the beautiful blonde queen downed the glass of red wine in one gulp, placed the glass on the balcony, turned around and spoke.