Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Chapter 167 Conflict at the Royal Council

"In the Battle of the Red Fork, Attis Arryn used all his cavalry," Kevan Lannister sat at the long table of the royal council and motioned with his eyes to his followers to present the map in front of everyone. He pointed to the middle section of the Red Fork River, north of the Pink City.

"He first asked the Earl of Longbow Hall to use nearly 4,000 infantry to form a phalanx to slow down the northern cavalry, forcing the Stark army to dismount and fight on foot." Kevan held a chessboard specially made by a carpenter. The main noble of the Seven Kingdoms They were all made into chess pieces and placed on the long table, with the emblem of a crowned stag engraved on the bottom of the chessboard.

The chess piece that symbolizes the Arryn family is the blue falcon with outstretched wings, and opposite it is the brown-grey direwolf head chess piece.

"Great Jon Umber responded in time and wanted Robb Stark's central army to support him." Kevan was about to continue, when the falcon chess piece in his hand pushed towards Stark's central army, but was stopped by Tywin. interrupt.

"How to do it?" Tywin put his finger on the table and made a soft sound, "How can an infantry square force the cavalry to dismount? How to do it?"

Kevan froze in place, his movement of pushing the chess piece stopped.

Tyrion stared at the deadlocked brothers, coughed slightly, lowered his eyes slightly, reached out to hold the wine glass, leaned his lips against the edge, tilted the glass body, and let the wine moisten his lips, but never swallowed it.

It wasn't until Tywin said, "Go on." Tyrion drank the only remaining drink in one gulp.

"Robb Stark was attacked from the flank by the Vale Cavalry. The entire team was almost dispersed. The bastard son of House Bracken chopped off Edmure Tully's head and pretended to be defeated and retreated to Riverrun, cheating away City gate." Kevan pursed his lips. He picked up the chess piece that symbolized Aelin and pulled out the trout piece on the chessboard.

Kevan remained silent, and Tywin just folded his hands together, staring at the chessboard without saying a word.

The important ministers of the Royal Council all shut their mouths knowingly, and Earl Redford Lake fingered the delicate brooch on his chest, which looked more beautiful than the brooch of the King's Hand.

Tyrion knew exactly what his father's silence was pointing to. The Golden Tooth City was lost to the Young Wolf Lord for no reason.

Lord Tytos Blackwood led his troops to change into the uniform of the defeated soldiers of the West, and deceived the gate of Golden Teeth City guarded by Stafford Lannister, allowing the northerners to easily occupy the gateway to the West, and even took away those who had not yet returned. The defeated soldiers in the Western Region who had a certain organization were wiped out in one fell swoop. In such an unexpected situation, Davon Lannister, who was guarding the rear, had little time to gather the defeated soldiers and form a new army before the Young Wolf Lord entered the Western Region.

"Stiffer died in the hands of the rebels. Where is Davon? Is there any news?" Tywin asked.

Tyrion leaned back and leaned back in his chair knowingly, knowing very well that his dear father would ask for news about Davon.

Kevan nodded, "In the dungeons of Riverrun, Attis released most of the hostages."

"Most?" Tywin caught this keenly, "the hostages who were not released were."

Kevan Lannister took a deep breath, "Raymond Darry, Brynden Tully, and Rickard Karstark. And" he looked at the expressionless Tywin, paused slightly, "And Jeyne Westerling and his brother"

There was a rare silence in the Royal Council. Even the Eight-clawed Spider, who could always praise his father at the right time, remained silent for a long time. Tyrion looked at Varys, but the latter did not notice his gaze. He remained silent. He lowered his head and adjusted his long sleeves.

And Grand Maester Pycelle, who came to King's Landing from Casterly Rock despite all the hardships, looked as if he was still awake as always, with his drooping eyes and rhythmic bow of his head always seeming to make it clear to everyone that he was dozing off.

"I remember," Tywin said, resting his folded hands on his chin, "Jeanne Westerling is pregnant."

Kevan nodded slightly, "That's true. Lady Westerling has already sent us a letter complaining about Attis Arryn." His uncle stroked his neck with some hesitation, "I think we can use it in the name of the Iron Throne.   "Only I can command in the name of the Iron Throne, Ser Kevan Lannister."

A high-pitched voice came from outside the meeting hall, and the sound of the king's boots hitting the ground became louder.

"Gods bless you," Tyrion lowered his head and pursed his lips with a smile, then turned around to look, "bless me for seeing a good show." The little devil looked expectantly at the door that was pushed open, and his dear nephew walked straight into the council chamber. .

"Your Majesty." Wallis and the ministers nodded slightly.

Joffrey stood behind Tyrion and looked at Tywin who was sitting on the main seat. Cersei, who staggered up behind him, said to Tywin apologetically: "I'm sorry, father, little Joe."

"The King's Council has been in session for a week, why hasn't anyone informed me?" Joffrey's voice still had a childish voice. Tyrion ignored Joffrey's serious expression and just looked at the clothes he was wearing. The gorgeous dress, guess what kind of fabric it is made of, velvet? Or silk from Yidi? Or maybe those sparkly materials from Reese?

"You have just returned from Casterly Rock and need to rest. Leave these chores to the adults." Tywin sat upright and looked up at Joffrey.

Joffrey shook off Cersei, who was dragging his arm, and looked at Tywin with some disbelief, "If the royal council is discussing matters that the king has to deal with, if they are all important matters of the kingdom, don't we need a king?"

"Strictly speaking, Your Majesty," Archmaester Pycelle coughed slightly, "Just like your late King Robert I, the king can completely hand over these important affairs of the kingdom to his trusted prime minister, and he can focus more on, uh, the things he loves. ."

Joffrey frowned slightly, but heard Tywin say, "Please ask the king to return to his room and focus on what he loves."

Tywin waved slightly, and the Lannister guards in front of the door walked in and faced Joffrey.

"Get away!" Joffrey quickly approached Tywin angrily, "I am the king! No one can order me to do anything, please listen to me clearly! I have to deal with important matters in the kingdom, and no one can stop me. , Lannister!"

"Little Joe." Cersei's face was full of worry. Tyrion had only seen his sister so panicked when it came to matters involving her children.

Tywin was not moved at all, and there was even a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "What important matter in the kingdom do you want to deal with, king?"

"I will hang the traitor!" Joffrey almost roared.

Tywin narrowed his eyes slightly and looked up at Joffrey, "You have to learn to be a king."

This sentence was quickly interrupted by Joffrey, "I! I am! The King!" His face turned red and he pointed at Tywin with his finger.

Tywin's light green eyes stared coldly at the roaring Joffrey, and his tone was completely indifferent, "Anyone who loudly declares 'I am a king' cannot be a true king at all."

"Oh?" Joffrey said sarcastically as if he heard a joke: "Who is the king, Tywin Lannister? Is it you? You are just a coward, one who hid in that mountain castle when the war came. Cowardly wild man, and my father, it was my father who killed that bitch Rhaegar Targaryen, it was my father who sat on the Iron Throne with his warhammer and bravery, but you only dared to do so at the end of the war. Kill weak women and children before it's over! Kneel down before my father again! Everyone knows this is true!"

(End of this chapter)