Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Tyrion Lannister stood beside Tywin's coffin, his short fingers clenched into fists.

It was early morning at this moment, and the interior of the Prime Minister's Tower was dark and quiet. The hazy morning light slanted in from the high windows, covering the dark red walls with a deep halo, as if blood clotted.

The candles on the table were flickering, and black shadows swayed on the wall.

The Silent Sisters dressed Lord Tywin as if he was going to fight. He was wearing the best gold-plated armor, a pair of golden lions lying on his shoulders, and holding a gold-plated sword in both hands on his chest, but it was a pity that those pair of gold-plated swords were shining brightly. Light's eyes were closed forever.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Tyrion always felt that his father suddenly became much smaller after his death.

The lion of the Western Territory who once dominated the Seven Kingdoms now looks like a slightly hunched little old man.

It must be because of the lack of those eyes.

The eyes of Lord Tywin are the anchors of his soul. Those pure golden pupils can see through anyone's soul and see the weakness, incompetence and ugliness in everyone's heart.

Once, Tyrion was also trembling under the pressure of those eyes, but when he personally shot an arrow into his father's lower abdomen and wiped the light from these eyes with his own hands, Tyrion suddenly realized that Tywin didn't seem to be It's not as scary as I thought, and it's not as omnipotent as everyone thinks.

He's just an old man over fifty years old.

Can't pull out gold either.

Tyrion was especially sure of that.

Peeling off that layer of golden body, Tywin Lannister is as weak, ugly, and even stinky as everyone else, just like the smell he exudes at this time.

"What's this smell?" The little king next to him couldn't help complaining.

"It's the smell of death." Queen Mother Cersei told her son, and at the same time cursed silently in her heart for not cleaning up her father's body.

However, Cersei couldn't help being speechless when she thought of her father dying on the toilet. The stench of corruption in the nose has also become unbearable.

She turned to look at her brother beside her. Tyrion was as motionless as a stone sculpture.

"You haven't found who killed your father?" Cersei asked.

The murderer is right in front of your eyes. Tyrion glanced at his sister and said:

"We found a passage in the fireplace in Father's room, and Loras Tyrell must have used it to escape..."

"Escape?" Cersei raised her voice, "The majestic King's Hand was assassinated in the Prime Minister's Tower, and you actually let the murderer escape?"

"The soldiers are still searching in the secret passage, maybe there will be good news later."

"I don't want any possibilities! You must catch the murderer of your father!" Cersei said in an orderly tone, "Varys is most familiar with the secret passages of the Red Castle, what about others? You should go to him!"

Tyrion wasn't about to talk to his sister, but he did want to talk to Varys.

Seeing Varys hiding in the corner of the door, Tyrion took the opportunity to leave his sister behind and walked over.

Varys made a gesture as Tyrion approached him, and walked out of the room.

Tyrion followed.

The two came to the promenade. At this time, the sun had climbed up to the sky and was emitting golden brilliance, covering the entire King's Landing City.

"Caesar sent a messenger." Varys stood still under a chandelier and said softly.

"Oh? What conditions?"

"Surrender in three days, and Caesar holds no one accountable."

"What about the existing titles and titles?"

"He didn't guarantee that."

Tyrion shrugged and said, "Many people probably won't be satisfied with such a condition."

Varys shook his head and said:

"If you are not satisfied, then fight. Caesar has the advantage now, how could he be willing to give in easily."

"Of course I understand this. But I'm afraid that some people can't see the situation clearly and are unwilling to admit defeat."

Varys smiled and said, "This is your chance to perform."

"Me?" Tyrion froze for a moment, "What do you mean?"

"How did your father show his loyalty to the new king, Robert Baratheon, during the Reaver's War?"

"He led an army into King's Landing, and offered Robert the corpses of the Mad King and his grandchildren." Tyrion rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "You mean, I should prepare some for the Storm King too." Gift?"

"That's right." Varys said meaningfully, "You have to prepare more gifts so that you can face His Majesty Caesar in the future."

Tyrion understood that Varys' words were not just advice, but warnings.

Although everyone now believes that Loras Tyrell assassinated Duke Tywin, Varys knows the truth, and Caesar must know the truth.

With the deadly handle of patricide, Tyrion knew that his fate was already in the hands of the Storm King.

This is not necessarily a bad thing.

If they get along with each other, Tyrion will be more willing to let someone who has the handle in his hands control the West.

Therefore, as long as he is obedient and obedient, it will be easier to gain Caesar's trust.

Father Tywin refused to recognize his son until his death, and refused to hand over Casterly Rock City to him, but Tyrion wanted to become the Duke of Casterly Rock City, Guardian of the West, and even... the Hand of the King!

Ambition spread like wildfire in his chest, and Tyrion finally made up his mind at this moment.

"If we want the northern nobles to recognize the reality, we must be ruthless!"

When Varys heard this, he showed a gratified smile: "How can you be so cruel?"

"Choose the one who dances the most and kill it! The others will naturally know what to do."

"Who do you choose?"

Tyrion considered for a moment and said:

"Roose Bolton of the Dreadfort!"

"Why him?"

"Now the nominal leaders of the three northern regions are the Frey family in the riverland, the Waywood family in the valley, and the Bolton family in the northern region. These three families are the new forces selected by my father to replace the original three families of the Osprey and Eagle. .

So they must be the last to want Caesar to enter King's Landing.

Among them, the Frey family is a fool, and Walder Frey is not in the city. Sir Stevron alone can't support the scene, so there is nothing to fear;

As for Countess Anya Waywood of the valley, after all, she is only the guardian of the valley. Although she holds the heir of the valley, the Duke of the valley is not dead yet, and she does not have enough prestige among the nobles of the valley;

So Roose Bolton is the most suitable, and he is also the strongest and most dangerous one.

However, if you want to kill him, you need to find a good reason..."

Hearing this, Varys said:

"I have a good reason."

"What?"

"Aren't you engaged to Miss Sansa Stark? Roose Bolton caused a lot of murders in Winterfell, and forced Duke Eddard Stark to become a night watchman. You can use the replacement Kill him in the name of revenge for his fiancée."

"This reason... is okay." Tyrion shrugged indifferently. He understood that since he chose to be Caesar's knife, he shouldn't be afraid of getting his hands dirty.

Even if he ruined his reputation, or even made a death feud with the Dreadfort, he must bite the bullet and kill Roose Bolton.

Varys looked at Tyrion, and suddenly showed a mysterious smile:

"If you are determined to kill Roose Bolton, perhaps there are two people who can help you."

"who?"

"Miss Sansa and Miss Arya of House Stark."

"Who?" Tyrion's eyes widened. "If you're talking about the 'Sansa' my father prepared for me..."

"No. It's the real Sansa Stark." Varys said, "Miss Stark who can win you back the hearts of the nobles in the North."