Game of Thrones' opening sold the gods

Chapter 166 165. Tyrion, Prime Minister of the Empire

"I don't think you need to blame yourself too much. This incident is completely a sad accident." Theon cut a piece of steak and comforted Tyrion while eating.

Tyrion had already drank four bottles of wine at this time, and a bottle of this kind of wine cost hundreds of gold dragons. Of course, Theon was not worried about the money for the wine, but worried that Tyrion would drink himself to death.

"You don't understand, Your Majesty, you don't understand that kind of despair and emotion!" Tyrion said and slapped the table twice vigorously, "I have been a monster since I was a child, my mother died because of my dystocia, and my father is considering Don't kill me, my sister always wants to kill me because of a witch's prophecy!"

"Only my brother, James, the only one who stands up for me when I'm being bullied, he's my brother, my brother!"

"And I, because of my negligence, forgot to tell him that Amika had a flintlock, and he died!"

"I'll never see him again, never again!"

Tyrion almost yelled at the end, which was indeed a big blow to Tyrion, and Theon himself didn't expect that Jaime Lannister would die like this.

No one thought that a duke, James, would take the lead in charging. Even if he didn't have a flintlock, he had to be careful not to charge forward with bows and arrows.

"Sorry, Your Majesty, I drank too much." Tyrion may have realized his gaffe just now, so he apologized.

Theon clapped his hands to beckon the maid, "Tell the chef to have a glass of hangover soup."

The maid bowed slightly, then went to the kitchen.

Theon got up and opened a bottle of fruit wine for Tyrion, "It's okay, no one can accept this kind of thing. Although I can't understand your sadness, I apologize for it."

Picking up his wine glass and taking a sip, Tyrion slammed onto the table, and at this moment, a guard walked in.

"Your Majesty, Prime Minister Mersen of the Iron Throne said that he came to meet the Queen by order of Her Majesty the Queen."

Xi En frowned, "Just take him to see him, remember to search first."

When Cersei asked Merson to meet Myrcella, she must have asked Myrcella to blow her pillow, and Sean probably knew what it was.

But since he was going to see Myrcella, he didn't ask too much. Myrcella would tell himself if he was willing to tell him, and he wouldn't force him if he didn't want to talk about it.

"By the way, I am calling a few people to send the Prime Minister back."

Then two guards came in and picked up Tyrion and sent him to the prime minister's mansion, followed by Theon.

When it was delivered to the prime minister's mansion, Sansa was knitting a sweater. Seeing Tyrion who was drunk, Sansa sighed and came to Theon with a big belly.

"I'm very sorry, my husband has been in a bad mood these days and has caused you trouble again."

Theon waved his hand, and then said, "I've asked the kitchen to prepare hangover soup, and I'll bring it over when the time comes. You serve Tyrion to drink it, is your body okay?"

Sansa nodded, indicating that she has no problem, after all, it has only just bulged, about four months.

"Thanks to His Majesty's concern, I can do it, and I will trouble Your Majesty."

Then Theon nodded, put Tyrion on the bed and left.

After Theon left, Sansa glanced at the drunk Tyrion and sighed helplessly.

It can be seen that James' death has dealt a great blow to Tyrion. In Sansa's impression, only at her and Tyrion's wedding did Tyrion really get slightly drunk.

In the past, the appearance of being drunk was fake. Tyrion was very sober in most of the drinking places, and the appearance of being drunk was also for others to see.

Slowly undressing Tyrion and covering him with the quilt, Sansa sat on the edge of the bed and continued knitting the sweater.

On the other side, under the guidance of the guards, Mersen finally met Myrcella.

Myrcella is sitting in the middle, with Little Bear on the left, Selena on the right, and a giant Rottweiler Hexi lying on her feet.

This powerful formation directly frightened Mersen, causing Merson's words to get stuck in his throat.

It's not that Myrcella deliberately intimidated Mersen, Myrcella is not that bad.
It's just that Myrcella felt that meeting the envoy sent by the mother needed to be more formal and not so casual.

"Princess, Your Royal Highness, I have come to offer my condolences at the order of Queen Cersei."

"What did mother want me for? Why didn't my mother come in person?" Myrcella asked. She hadn't seen Cersei for a long time, and she somewhat missed her.

"Her Majesty needs to preside over the affairs of the Iron Throne, and she really doesn't have time to come, so she entrusts me to see if the life of the little princess is okay."

Merson's words are nice, but Myrcella is not so easy to deceive as a little girl. She knows that Cersei asked Merson to come to her, so she must have something to help herself.

　The collapse of adults is often in a flash. My computer was fine the day before yesterday, but it won’t turn on today. The motherboard is broken. Fuck, I only bought it for three months!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)