Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Chapter 188 The Return of Tyrion

Gone are the days when yellow sand clogged your mouth and nose.

Tyrion stood on the bow of the ship, enjoying the breeze brought by the summer sea. The itching sensation caused by the wind touching his face reminded him of the Dornish woman the prince arranged to serve him. Gods bless him, and may he live long. Instead of dying in pain in an unknown corner somewhere, he was lying in the arms of a hot woman from Dorne and enjoying the bliss.

"Huh~" Tyrion breathed, "You should really experience it, Pod, what's the name of that Dornish woman? Naya, is it? God, look at her strong legs, damn, how many men We will fight to the death for a night of spring, but I, a half-man and a dwarf, can easily win, haha." Tyrion laughed in the sea breeze, not caring about Pod's red cheeks.

"Sooner or later you have to be a man, I swear, Pod, I won't be a Lannister lion until I find you a good girl," Tyrion sipped Dorne's summer red, a sweet and slightly bitter wine. The taste filled his mouth, and he said firmly, "I can probably only hang out with prostitutes for the rest of my life, but I can't, Podrick Payne! Payne! You are a Payne, a good boy, believe me, I have you Girls are destined to live a happy life."

Tyrion's steps were a little unsteady, he was swaying, and he was belching wine.

"My lord, you are drunk, you should go to the cabin." Pod said.

The sea breeze was uncertain. Just a moment ago it was gentle, like a woman's touch, but now it was as fast as an arrow, causing my cheeks to hurt.

Tyrion paced, "Even if a storm comes, I will never go to the cabin inside. It's damp and wet, not in this life."

A gentle push from the waves caused the water to flood onto the deck, spraying Tyrion in the face.

"Damn it! Go to the cabin, hurry up, Pod, you should have warned me earlier!" Tyrion was picked up by Pod with both hands and ran straight towards the cabin.

The sailor's disdainful eyes were always on the running Tyrion, and he bowed slightly when Pod passed by, but his eyes did not change.

Tyrion kept vomiting as he picked up the barrel sent by Pod.

"I swear, I will never go to sea again in my life. No matter how many bottles of summer red you give me, it won't do." Tyrion took the towel from Pod dejectedly, wiped the dirt on his lips, and said angrily.

Pod was speechless and sat silently by habit, his hands folded on his lap.

Tyrion shook his head and then remembered his trip to Dorne.

Prince Doran's words impressed him deeply. He was sitting in a wheelchair, motionless, like a sculpture standing in the Water Garden.

"I'm betting on the winner, Tyrion Lannister," he said flatly, without any scruples.

Tyrion did not tell him nonsense about the legal justice of the Iron Throne. He knew that he was not at an advantage in this negotiation. On the contrary, the Lion family was always unreasonable in front of the Martell family.

The death of Princess Elia will always be a hurdle that Dorne and the West cannot overcome, and Tyrion knows in his heart that he is in the wrong.

He was fortunate that Prince Daolang was a ruler who cared about interests. If the Red Viper were here,

Thinking of the Red Viper, Oberyn, the Red Viper, was setting up defenses at Prince's Pass, preparing to block Randyll Tarly's attack.

This means that the relationship between the Reach and Dorne will have to be resolved sooner or later. For the stable rule of King Joffrey and his good nephew, this point must be resolved. How to resolve it specifically? Tyrion took a deep breath and muttered in his heart, Let my dear father make the arrangements. All he has to do is deal with Dorne.

Tyrion faced Prince Doran with a smile. He walked towards the large map that was picked up with a spear by Prince Doran's personal guard. He pointed to the north with his feet and stretched his neck.

"After the war in the Riverlands ended, the Wolf family was defeated and the North became ownerless. It was destined to be a battleground between the Iron Islands and the Boltons. It had nothing to do with us southerners. The Ironborn were just a group of people who only knew how to plunder. Pirates are nothing to mention. I believe that the wily Leech Lord Roose Bolton can lead his army to solve this problem."

Tyrion put his feet down and pointed to King's Landing, "The Iron Throne unites the Vale with 50,000 Vale Cavalry and the grain-rich Riverlands because of the marriage of Princess Myrcella and Attis Arryn. The West, the Riverlands and The valley has formed an unbreakable alliance united in front of His Majesty Joffrey. I believe that anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is the most powerful force in Westeros."

"Of course," Tyrion bowed slightly, "Prince Doran can naturally see that. There is no need to ask."

The Prince of Dorne ignored Tyrion's compliments and just listened quietly.

"And Renly, who was supported by the Tyrell family, had just been defeated by Stannis, and he is still missing in the Stormlands." Tyrion was about to continue, but was interrupted by Doran.

Prince Doran said: "He is in Stannis's hands." Tyrion's eyes widened, "Renly?"

"I believe you have been on the ship for too long, and I don't blame you. It is really not easy for the captain who brought you to Dorne to find a channel that would not be easily discovered by Stannis's fleet," Doran said softly, "Stannis' army Renly's camp was raided and he was captured alive."

"Renly is not in the hands of Alister Florent," Tyrion murmured, "that Alister"

Doran glanced at him, "Maybe escape, maybe in the hands of Stannis, no matter which way, Florent will not be able to escape the fate of moral entanglement."

Tyrion knew in his heart that he was right, "If Renly falls into the hands of Stannis, Tyrell has only one choice, and the Duke of Mace is destined not to choose Stannis. After the Battle of Storm's End, the two of them That’s how it ended.”

Doran smiled softly, "So, the Iron Throne is destined to stand side by side with the Reach, which is a feud with Dorne?"

Damn it, Tyrion thought to himself, knowing that he had fallen into the trap of Prince Doran's words.

"There is no such thing as standing side by side, Prince Doran. The Iron Throne is the king's throne. The Reach is just one of the Seven Kingdoms. How can we stand side by side?" Tyrion forced a smile in front of Prince Doran. "They It’s just a matter of surrender.”

"We are at war with the Tyrells, Tyrion Lannister," Doran said. "It will be difficult for us to do without your father and the respected king." His tone seemed to Tyrion to be a victim. The aggrieved little old man.

Then you shouldn't send troops to the Reach, Tyrion thought to himself.

"The Iron Throne also needs accuracy, Stannis," Tyrion looked at Prince Doran and said, "Is Dorne attacking Highgarden to help Stannis?"

The personal guard holding the map with a spear glanced at Tyrion, who quickly responded with a smile. The question just now was too risky, and he was still in the hands of the Dornish people.

Tyrion retracted his thoughts and slumped down on the velvet cushion in the cabin. His head ached, as if something was about to burst his brain. The ship was swaying, and the dizziness was still there.

"We stand by the side of the victors," Doran seemed to be standing next to him. "I know that you are the victors, but Dorne has been away from King's Landing for too long. We need to stay in King's Landing permanently."

Cabinet seat? Tyrion thought to himself that although he had not thought of any position suitable for the Prince of Dorne, the role of most of the Royal Council was only to increase the voice on the Iron Throne, and the function was not important.

Perhaps, the Sea Lord? Or replace the damn chancellor?

"Huh~" He couldn't believe that Doran could downplay the fierce conflict between Dorne and the Reach. Instead of negotiating to raise the price, he directly informed him of Dorne's conditions, and he was completely able to offer the Iron Throne to him. accepted.

Tyrion didn't expect Varys's seemingly groundless advice to have such a miraculous effect. Dorne is far away and has a very poor relationship with the Reach, which Lord Tywin wants to win over. This diplomatic move is completely Take Varys's advice and leave it to yourself.

Everyone knew it was hard work, especially if the envoy to Dorne was a Lannister.

Tywin's idea of ​​sending me as an ambassador was somewhat mixed with the luck of killing me, Tyrion thought to himself.

Tyrion stroked his groggy head, "Pod, I still need wine."

"Sir, you drank too much."

"Go!" Tyrion shouted.

The image of James appeared in his mind. If James was by his side, he would not be afraid of the personal guard next to the Prince of Dorne. That guy named Hota would definitely not be afraid.

(End of this chapter)