Though Tyrion Lannister's stature was small, his voice filled the council chamber with the authority of a true Lion.
"With the support of House Tyrell, we hold the advantage over the North. Though they've won battles, their losses are significant, and the Riverlands lords must be eager for peace."
"I propose we temporarily agree to the North and Riverlands' demands for independence, promoting a truce. This allows us to focus on suppressing Stannis's rebellion. Afterward, we'll have time to deal with them."
"We can use Sansa Stark and Ice as leverage to exchange for Jaime and my uncle, ensuring the Lannisters have no worries."
"Finally, we'll trade our captives and some gold for the lords and knights who lost their freedom in battle, so they can rally more soldiers for the upcoming conflicts."
"I volunteer to go as an envoy for these negotiations."
His words were compelling, and despite coming from Tyrion, they presented a sound strategy.
Cersei laughed, covering her mouth as if she'd heard the world's funniest joke. Varys watched Tywin, seeking insight from the old lion's eyes.
The military strength of the North and Riverlands paled against the combined forces of the Reach and Westerlands. After defeating Stannis, the Iron Throne would gain the Stormlands' support.
If the Lion bowed now, the chaos would subside in a few years.
Archmaester Pycelle closed his eyes, distancing himself from the proceedings.
Tywin glared at Tyrion, his voice emotionless. "I don't agree. The Stark boy won't release all captives immediately. Focus on your role as Master of Coin."
"I have my plans, and I won't entertain such proposals."
"Pycelle, send Eddard's body back to Riverrun. That's our response to Stark for negotiations."
Tyrion's disappointment was palpable as his father directed orders, preparing for the new queen's arrival.
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**At the Twins, House Karstark's Camp**
Eddard Karstark found the room House Frey provided unbearable due to the dampness. Even a brazier couldn't alleviate it, so he moved to a tent in the military camp, feeling much better.
Abel returned, weary from his journey, and recounted his experiences to Eddard.
"Young Master, it was chaotic with war everywhere. We took small paths and encountered a few bandits, but nothing major."
"We successfully met Prince Doran Martell and delivered the gifts as you instructed."
"However, after leaving Sunspear, someone followed us. While camping, dozens of people surrounded us with crossbows and longbows. It was terrifying."
Eddard poured Abel a drink, smiling. "You returned safely, so someone helped. Who was it?"
Abel grinned. "They say you're smart, Young Master, even fit to be the Hand of the King."
"It was Martell's men. Some cavalry, even women! Dorne's customs allow women to fight!"
Eddard chuckled. "If Lady Maege heard that, she'd show you her morningstar."
In Westeros, women could fight, but social roles often kept them from it. In Dorne, women had equal inheritance rights, making them different.
"Remember, war relies on brains and knowledge," Eddard advised.
Abel, pleased with Eddard's praise, received a coin purse with twenty gold dragons.
"When the war ends, and I'm Lord of Golden Tooth, I'll find you a village. If you want to be a knight, I'll arrange it."
"Otherwise, that's fine too; Northmen aren't fussy."
Abel's face lit up with joy. He knelt and swore loyalty to Eddard, who smiled and pledged to honor his service.
After Abel left, Eddard pondered his trip to Dorne.
"The Sand Snakes must have been Oberyn Martell's daughters," he mused. Their presence indicated Doran Martell's pleasure with his gift.
He planned to write to Sunspear to gauge their attitude, fostering cooperation against their mutual enemy—the Lannisters.
"My Lord, Captain Black Walder is looking for you. Scouts found the bandit's lair."
Dita Kalander's voice interrupted Eddard's thoughts.
With a playful smile, Eddard replied, "Tell him I'll be right out."
He drained his wine, grabbed his battle-axe and shield, and left the tent, eager to see House Frey's true intentions.
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**Qarth, Southeast of Essos**
Qarth, one of the world's largest port cities, dazzled Alysane Mormont as she disembarked. The magnificent buildings and bustling streets captivated her.
She blushed at the sight of city walls adorned with passionate scenes and women dressed boldly.
"Let's find a place to stay," suggested Quinn, a soldier serving House Mormont for generations.
Allan, a young lad, agreed eagerly, "Yes, and inquire about Lord Jorah's whereabouts."
Alysane slapped Allan's head, scolding, "Have some poise, Allan!"
"Yes, My Lady," Allan mumbled, his gaze retracting.
The trio, acting on Lady Maege's orders, had sailed for months, arriving in Qarth. Their goal was to find Jorah Mormont, and if not, bring back news to send more help.
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