Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Chapter 26 Tyrion

Tyrion dreamed of the tree-lined avenue that was strange yet familiar to him.

Several bandits kidnapped a girl, and looked frightened when they saw Tyrion and his brother Jaime coming on horseback.Tyrion knew that the robber was not afraid of himself, a dwarf, but of Jaime, who was armed to the side.

But he still rode forward before Jaime, and took the lead with his best words, "Those dirty things, why don't you put down your weapons and surrender to the Lannister of Casterly Rock!"

The leading bandit licked his lips, "We will not surrender to half-men."

"Oh! Then this brave knight behind me steps up. How should you respond? Bandit!" Tyrion pointed provocatively at James behind him, and James rode forward in cooperation.

The robber wisely rode a horse that looked like a bad breed and ran away, leaving the girl behind. Jaime asked him to take care of the girl while he rode to catch up. The lion's roar of "Long live Casterly Rock!" gradually faded away.

"What's her name?" Tyrion asked carefully. He could tell at just one glance that this girl was a little farm girl. She was dirty and smelled like sheep manure.

The peasant girl looked at the dwarf in front of her in fear, her whole body still trembling as when the bandits kidnapped her.

Tyrion comforted himself that the girl must have been frightened by the robbers.

"Tessa, my lord, my name is Tessa." The girl looked at him with her innocent big eyes. Tyrion trembled slightly in his heart. He saw the girl's no longer trembling body and the gentle smile on her face. Except for James, it had been a long time since I saw someone smile at me without showing ridicule.

The picture was like a broken mirror, and in a blink of an eye Tyrion was in the Lannister tent.

The sound of silver coins falling to the ground was like a stream in a river. Tessa lay in a pile of silver coins, and the Lannister soldiers were like wild beasts, venting their anger on Tessa.

"Tessa." Tyrion called weakly.

The dream was like ripples, the picture blurred, leaving only the face of his father Tywin.

"A whore wants to marry a Lannister. This is her punishment. Tyrion, it's like taking care of her business."

James' unnatural face also appeared.

"Father asked me to hire her. She is a prostitute, not a farm girl. The purpose is to let you experience the things between men and women, Tyrion."

Tyrion screamed, blood flowed from Tywin's face, and Jaime's face gradually moved away.

He woke up, and Tyrion touched the mattress. He was still in Harrenhal. He gasped loudly and looked at the bright colors outside the window, which seemed to be approaching noon.

"Boom!" The door rang, and the attendant's voice rang out, "Lord Tyrion, it's time to set off. The king doesn't want to stay here at Harrenhal, and ordered us to leave quickly."

"I don't want to stay either, not even for a second." Tyrion muttered, recalling this extremely painful dream.

He put on his clothes and stuffed the special cotton padding into his pants to prevent him from being too uncomfortable while riding.Tyrion relaxed and strolled to the toilet to prepare to go downstairs.

Last night, I was so disturbed by the nervousness of Cersei and my brother Jaime that I couldn't sleep well at night. "Is it necessary to be so disturbed by a little eagle?" Tyrion thought to himself as he walked down the tower. The attendants had already prepared horses for him.

The Baratheon stag flag had long gone. Tyrion saw Lady Riverside standing alone on the tower from a distance, looking at the retreating team. Tyrion felt like a lonely ghost, and his whole body trembled slightly. Shivered.

"Such a big castle but there aren't even a few decent guards." Tyrion complained to Ser Meryn, who had always had a straight face.

Obviously, the aloof Sir Marlin didn't want to pay attention to this dwarf.

"The whole castle is like a ghost garrison. My dear King's Executioner, are you afraid of the executioner who is feared in all Westeros? I don't think so. If there really is a ghost, tsk tsk, Sir Marlin, you must be the least likely to believe it. Ghostly." Tyrion said without hesitation while riding his tall horse.

Ser Meryn stared at him coldly, saying nothing.

Tyrion prided himself on being boring and sped up, trying to keep up with the Baratheon flag in front of him.

Jaime followed the king's carriage on horseback, with the queen sitting inside, while King Robert rode a tall horse at the front of the team. Next to him was Lord Attis Arryn, who he had never met before. , tsk tsk, just inherited the valley, it is really enviable.

Cersei looked dissatisfied at Robert and Attis, who were chatting happily in front of her, and said with malice: "This fat pig wants to marry my Myrcella to this little vulture."

Jaime frowned and said to Cersei, "Cersei, I think."

Cersei quickly interrupted, "That's enough, Jaime, I wish you were on my side."

Tyrion made a face at Jaime, causing Jaime's helpless expression to improve a little.

"Dr. Attis Arryn holds a high position and is a champion of the tourney. I can't think of anything that is not worthy of Myrcella, my lovely niece." Tyrion said to Cersei.

Cersei frowned. She seemed to be seriously considering what Tyrion said. This made Tyrion very happy. He continued: "I can test Attis Arryn on behalf of my beautiful sister. You know Yes, I have always been eloquent."

Cersei slandered him and said: "The only thing in your body that can make people feel relieved is your mouth." "Your compliment makes me extremely happy, sister." Tyrion rolled his eyes.

Attis once again listened to Robert talking about his great achievements. The king's narrative perspective was completely different from his father's narrative perspective. His father's impression of the uprising war was not only sadness but also the trouble of dealing with the consequences, while Robert only had the trouble of dealing with the consequences. What remains are countless heroic charges, countless solo duels, and the joy of Ruby Tan killing Rhaegar with his own hands.

The bards and attendants around Robert kept praising the king's bravery. Attis was not used to this kind of praise, so he only responded perfunctorily.

While Robert was drinking with the attendants on the side, Attis quietly slowed down and got away from the king's crowd.

"King Robert is quite a talker, isn't he?"

Attis turned around and saw a dwarf riding a tall horse up to him, with a smile on his face and said to him.

"Are you? Tyrion of House Lannister?", Attis asked.

Tyrion smiled strangely, "Finally no stranger calls me a half-man or a dwarf on the spot."

"Sorry, because it's easy to see.", Attis told him, noticing his self-deprecation.

"Wow, it seems that my notoriety spreads far and wide across the Seven Kingdoms." Tyrion smiled slightly and made a face again.

Attis smiled, noticing the Lannister's humorous character, but Stannis's letter prevented him from letting down his guard against the Lannister.

"In my miserable life as a dwarf, there are not many things that can give me comfort and hope." Tyrion said to himself. "The Women's Branch is one, the library in Casterly Rock is also one, and maybe my dear brother James is also included."

Attis listened quietly and said nothing.

"Thanks to my good job and the beautiful golden dragon, the girls didn't kick me out of bed, hahaha!" Tyrion laughed exaggeratedly.

Attis was amused by him, his lips pursed unnaturally.

"I have visited all the women's wards in the Seven Kingdoms, not to mention the West, the Reach, and the women of Dorne, my God! They are so open and wild, but I have never visited the wards in the Vale and the North. It's such a pity." Tyrion blinked, pretending to be sorry.

Attis shook his head, "Even the Women's Branch Hospital in the Valley welcomes people from the Valley, except Seagull Town."

Tyrion's ears twitched when he heard the sound, "Have you been there? Oh, what was I thinking? Heir of the Valley, oh no, now he is the Duke of the Valley. There should be countless women who want to climb into your bed. Ahem, sorry, Please allow me to express my condolences to you, Lord Jon was a good Hand."

"A good father too, at least to me.", Attis said to Tyrion. "Unfortunately, I have never been to the Women's Branch Hospital."

Tyrion looked at Attis' plain and sad eyes. This was how the valley eagle made him feel from the beginning. He coughed twice and said to Attis: "Life is bad enough, Attis." , can I call you that?"

Attis nodded, this Tyrion gave him a different impression than the other two.

"Okay, Attis, the gods gave me a deformed body and asked me to say a few words to you as a ridiculed dwarf. Although I am small, I am much older than you.", Tyrion's sentence He confided in a flurry of words, but surprisingly, Attis actually liked communicating with him, and he listened attentively.

"No matter how bad things happen, at least Lord Jon gives you the image of a good father. He gives you beautiful, uh, I mean, beautiful memories. I'm sorry, if you meet my father, you will know that, under the sun, There are few fathers worse than Lord Tywin, especially me, and you have to know that the scariest thing is that he is still alive." Tyrion muttered, speaking sincerely.

Attis finally understood why this Lannister was different from other Lannister. Attis glanced at Tyrion, the identity of the dwarf. Like Sister Mia Stone, the king's illegitimate daughter left in the Vale.To Attis, both identities were the same.

"Just live a happy life. I, a dwarf, smile playfully every day. Why do you, a duke, have to be so cold-hearted?" Tyrion had a particularly good impression on Attis, and he felt that Tyrion truly respected his father. , and also sincerely advised him.

Tyrion suddenly changed the subject, "Hey!" He almost punched Attis.

"What?", Attis asked.

"You don't have a lover, right?" Tyrion stared at him seriously like a detective investigating a case.

Attis looked at Cersei's carriage behind him, and the queen looked at them from a distance, finally realizing why Tyrion took the initiative to talk.

Attis smiled: "That's too much, my Lord Tyrion." After saying that, he rode away from Tyrion.

"Damn, that's off topic." Tyrion slapped his head in annoyance, and watched helplessly as Attis walked away, with the blue moon falcon flag in the valley flying far away.






　And at night

　　I like the character of Tyrion so much that I focus on describing his mental journey.

　　In fact, I have been trying to add some style of the original work of Ice and Fire. Except for POV, POV is too difficult to control and tests my writing skills. If you want to try POV, there is a book "Ice and Fire: Blood Wolf Spring Dawn" next door that you can recommend. It is the novel that is most consistent with the original work

　　


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