Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Chapter 168 Decision

The royal council was silent. Tyrion turned away, feeling something bad in his heart.

"Little Joe! Lord Tywin is your grandfather, your Hand of the King! He is the lion of Lannister, and he is your most trustworthy person! You must apologize to him." Cersei raised her voice slightly, but this obviously meant The king has no role.

Joffrey sneered sarcastically again, "Apologise? Apologize to Lord Tywin, who only led troops into King's Landing to show off his power after being fooled by Robb Stark? I am the king! I don't need to apologize to anyone! "

Tywin's livid face became even more tense, and he pursed his lips tightly.

Kevan saw this and said quickly, "Your Majesty."

"Let him speak!" Tywin shouted to stop Kevan from trying to dissuade him, and instead stared at Joffrey.

Joffrey's blushing face quickly retracted, he looked around at the silent and bowed ministers, and took a half step back timidly.

Tywin stood up from the bench, "When someone rises to challenge you, you should respond with iron and blood as resolutely as your father Robert; when they kneel and surrender, you should lift them up with your own hands, This is how King Robert treats the nobles and peasants who surrendered to him in the Usurper's War. If you don't do this, no one will surrender to you." Tywin paused slightly and approached the timid Joffrey, "Also, I will not To repeat this, anyone who loudly declares 'I am the king' cannot be a true king at all, and the same is true for Robb Stark, and the same is true for Balon Greyjoy who claims to be the king of the Iron Plate Islands."

He looked at the guards behind the king and said, "Take the king back to the bedroom and let him learn how to govern the country!"

Joffrey struggled to throw away the guard's hand, turned around and walked out of the meeting hall, making the stamping sound as loud as possible in anger.

Tyrion silently took the jug up from under the table. The atmosphere was so tense that he didn't even dare to make the slightest move, so he couldn't lift the jug under the table to pour the wine.

The wine was poured into the glass, "You have such a big temper, my good nephew, isn't he?"

Tywin spoke up at this moment, "Lord Varys, who is making irresponsible remarks in front of Joffrey?"

Varys quickly raised his head, "I think the king's private life, as the Minister of Intelligence, is out of consideration to protect the safety of the royal family." He saw Tywin's indifferent face and said, "I remember there were a lot of jesters and maids."

"Kill these nonsense servants." Tywin said calmly.

Wallis nodded slightly, "We will definitely do it, Prime Minister."

Just when Tyrion thought this historic council was coming to an end, Tywin made a decision more important than any previous order.

"Deprive the Starks of their position as Warden of the North, deprive the Starks of their right to inherit Winterfell, deprive the Tullys of their position as Governor of the Riverlands, deprive the Tullys of their inheritance of Riverrun, and appoint Attis Arryn He also serves as the Governor of the Trident, responsible for subduing the unsubdued river lords and northern armies, and protecting the rights and fiefdoms of the nobles who submit to the Iron Throne."

Tyrion heard this and looked up at Tywin, "Two of the Seven Kingdoms have returned to the Eagle's Nest?"

Tywin turned to look at Tyrion, "The three most important castles in the Riverlands, the Twins, Riverrun, and Harrenhal are all under the actual control of Attis Arryn. I just give him the permission." Yes, if he is ambitious enough, he will treat the princes of the Riverlands the same way he treated Frey."

The snake swallowed the elephant was destined to die. Tyrion frowned and lowered his head to hide the uneasiness in his heart. "Attis" "He is a young man, just like Myrcella." Tywin took a deep breath, "appointed Attis." Tis Arryn is the Minister of Justice of the Royal Council and participates in the decision-making of the kingdom's affairs. Come to King's Landing and cultivate some relationships with Myrcella, who is engaged. She is a princess after all and should be in King's Landing. The Eyrie is still too high."

Tyrion looked at Tywin with some surprise. His tone seemed to be filled with reluctance for his granddaughter. When did Lord Tywin become so tender? He looked at Kevan Lannister again as if asking for an answer, but the latter just nodded frequently and obeyed Tywin's words.

Oh, he remembered.

Feelings of loneliness and guilt surged into my heart at the same time. If my mother Joanna was still here...

"I didn't expect you to be so generous." Tyrion said, took another sip of wine, swallowed the bitterness that was only his own, and continued, "I thought you wanted to eat Attis Arryn." Behind him The voice was so small that Tyrion was sure only he could hear it.

But apparently not.

Tywin looked at Tyrion coldly, "We still have many enemies. Renly is missing. Most of the Stormlands is used by Stannis. The big enemies are all here. We need Attis Arryn."

When they kneel down and surrender, you have to lift them up with your own hands, otherwise, no one will be willing to submit. Tyrion silently recited the words Tywin taught Joffrey before, and sighed slightly. He is indeed his father.

"King Balon of the Iron Islands claims to be the King of the Iron Islands and the North." The Earl of Duskendale, whom Tyrion hated, spoke at this time, and seemed unwilling to remain silent in the royal council.

"Don't worry about the Iron Islands for now, those idiots who are enjoying themselves!" Tywin interrupted directly, shaking his hand in disgust. Tyrion was even afraid that the Hand of the King brooch on his father's chest would be shaken off. He was always worried about this when he first wore it, but his father was not worried at all.

Varys folded his hands, "I think it's just a small suggestion. Prince Doran of Dorne played a great role in our fight against Garlan Tyrell. Prime Minister, your army in the West is brave and fearless, and we won with a small number of people." We defeated the 80,000-strong army in the Reach, and there was also the prince's meager help. I think the Iron Throne needs more friends."

"Contact Dorne?" Kevan frowned slightly, "Are the Dornish people taking advantage of the situation or helping Stannis? This is still uncertain."

"So we just need to be sure. We just need to know Prince Doran's attitude, right? More friends are always good." Varys said softly, looking at Tywin flatteringly.

Tyrion shook his head uncertainly, "Then I think it is necessary to sacrifice the heads of the Mountain and others. The Dornish people hate them deeply." They also hate Lannister deeply, and Tyrion knows this well. It's clear, but it's not said clearly.

Tywin was silent, and after a long time he nodded slightly, "Contact is necessary. As long as Dorne puts forward reasonable conditions, the Iron Throne needs the support of more nobles, and Dorne will naturally be among them."

"Who will send the envoy?" Tyrion knocked on the table and muttered this sentence, "This needs to be carefully considered. After all, we still have some grudges against them, so we must be brave enough to not be afraid of death."

He then saw Tywin again, Kevan and even the high council officers all looking at him.

"I'm an old man," Grand Maester Pycelle said inappropriately, and Tyrion vowed to kill this old pervert sooner or later.

Varys spread his hands and said, "The little birds need my direct contact with them. Outside of King's Landing, this minister of intelligence only has a false reputation."

Tywin looked at him and said conclusively: "Since you proposed it, you will be the envoy, Tyrion."

(End of this chapter)