Greene Kleber smiled and said, "Princess Myrcella Baratheon."
Tyrion Lannister covered his face: "Seven Gods…"
He paused, then leaned back in his chair and said weakly, "Greene, how did you guess?"
"Tyrion, it's not hard to guess."
Tyrion's eyes moved, and he said, "Everyone knows the Prince of Dorne is a sentimental man, and the Dornish haven't forgotten their hatred for the Lannister to this day."
Greene shook his head slightly: "The Prince of Dorne is the leader of Dorne; private feelings will not override Dorne's interests. Everyone knows the current situation in the Seven Kingdoms is very favorable to them."
Tyrion straightened up: "Greene, the Prince of Dorne is arrogant. How could he easily abandon such deep-seated hatred?!"
He seemed to be asking and answering himself, then continued: "First, slightly appease the Dornish pride with the Mountain's head…"
Greene shrugged: "Isn't it easy to guess?"
Tyrion said nothing. He picked up the wine jug, filled an empty glass, and pushed it to Greene.
He gazed at Greene and said seriously, "Greene, will you help me?"
Greene raised an eyebrow: "Tyrion, your words sound like you want me to betray Queen Regent Cersei."
Tyrion picked up his wine glass and gently swirled it: "My good sister Cersei, she is as gentle as the cruel Maegor, as selfless as the mediocre King Aegon, and she has the wisdom of Mad King Aerys.
She seeks revenge for every grievance, whether someone truly made a mistake or it's something she imagined. Her judgment comes from what she believes to be her own cleverness.
She still can't distinguish between caution and cowardice, she won't listen to unpleasant advice, and the most terrifying thing is… she is insatiably greedy for power and glory."
He stared at Greene and continued, "She will appoint you as Commander of the Gold Cloaks because of her trust in you, but also because you are Commander of the Gold Cloaks, her trust in you can easily waver."
After listening to Tyrion's words, Greene remained unmoved: "I like Queen Regent Cersei's straightforwardness, and establishing loyalty with someone new… is too tiring."
Tyrion picked up his wine glass and took a sip, his gaze never leaving Greene… Hmm, my sister Cersei is indeed easy to deal with sometimes.
He paused, put down the wine glass, and continued, "Greene, for three hundred years, Crab Claw Peninsula has adhered to the tradition of direct allegiance to the Queen. Joffrey will soon have a new Queen… You wouldn't abandon your family's inherited craft, would you?"
Greene's tone was calm: "Tyrion, has the King's Queen candidate been found?"
Tyrion was slightly stunned, then sighed: "Miss Sansa is actually a very good candidate. If Joffrey married her, we could simultaneously gain the support of the North, the Riverlands, and the Vale. Unfortunately, my good nephew's way of winning a lady's heart is too unusual."
The smile on Greene's face gradually faded, and he said, "Prime Minister Tyrion, King Joffrey is only thirteen. You can wait until he has a new Queen before discussing the traditions of Crab Claw Peninsula with me."
Hearing Greene's reply, Tyrion wanted to rub his forehead… He wanted it now.
Greene continued, "What did you say to Queen Regent Cersei?"
"My good sister was showing off to her good brother that she had firm control over all of King's Landing, and I spoke faster than I thought…"
Tyrion grinned: "I asked her… if she controlled this city with the weapon between her legs."
Greene's eyes trembled slightly… Hearing such words, with Cersei's way of thinking, she would definitely doubt his loyalty, as she ultimately doesn't quite trust those who haven't been her bed partners.
Was Tyrion telling the truth? Was it really, as he said, because his mouth was faster than his brain?
Greene withdrew his thoughts, his fingers caressing the body of the wine glass. He slowly said, "Tyrion, I am not interested in defecting to others."
Tyrion's eyes moved slightly, and he smiled, saying, "Greene, I'm curious, what are you interested in now?"
"The Vale."
Tyrion was shocked: "You're interested in Lady Lysa?!"
He paused, then added as if trying to convince himself: "Life after marriage… closing your eyes and getting it done quickly isn't completely unmanageable."
Greene: "…"
Tyrion laughed heartily: "Greene, relax a bit. Your serious face makes me a little nervous."
Tyrion's face was playful, but his mind was full of calculations. He had specifically learned about the grudges between the Vale and Crab Claw Peninsula, or more precisely, the Crab Claw Peninsula people's unilateral hatred for the Vale people.
Was Greene trying to exchange the position of Commander of the Gold Cloaks for the Red Keep's support for Crab Claw Peninsula's revenge? ?
Cersei's Red Keep was in danger itself, and they couldn't send reinforcements. Was Crab Claw Peninsula going to start a war while the Vale was in civil strife? If that were true… how could it be a war of revenge? Two divided factions finding a common enemy… this would simply help the Vale end its civil strife!
Tyrion glanced at Greene. How could the person in front of him not have thought of that?!
Tyrion smiled and probed: "Greene, before dealing with the new King's two uncles, the Red Keep's support is limited, you should be aware of that, right?"
Greene nodded slightly.
Tyrion continued to probe: "You're actually willing to exchange 6,000 Gold Cloaks for the Red Keep's drumbeat? Actually, my sister likes to do this kind of thing too."
Greene stopped his movements, his brown eyes looking directly at Tyrion: "That's the second path…"
He smiled faintly and continued: "Tyrion, I believe your wisdom can salvage the current crisis."
After a pause, he added, "Provided you can bypass Queen Regent Cersei and take control of King's Landing yourself."
Tyrion stared at Greene for a while before speaking: "Count Greene, can you give me control of the Gold Cloaks' 6,000 swords?"
Greene pointed to Tyrion's hand and said, "Not the Gold Cloaks. I can deliver King's Landing into your hands."
"Ha ha…" Tyrion used laughter to cover his inner excitement and his distrust of Greene.
Tyrion raised his glass and gestured to Greene… He liked Greene's praise, and Greene's proposal was very appealing, but he doubted Greene's true intentions.
Tyrion took a small sip, the delicious red wine slowly sliding down his throat… Would Greene harm him? Could Greene's actions today be instructed by his deeply loving sister?
If Greene really had a way to help him control King's Landing… Thinking of this, Tyrion had to admit it was too tempting.
Tyrion scratched his cheek with one finger, seemingly eager to see his sister's frustrated expression, which would surely be even more captivating.
Greene stood up: "Prime Minister Tyrion, please take your time to consider."
Greene stopped beside Tyrion's chair, reaching out to pat Tyrion's small shoulder: "If you don't want to be locked in the Black Cells, I suggest you contact the Duke of Casterly Rock as soon as possible. You at least need to make Queen Regent Cersei temporarily believe that Prime Minister Tyrion is just a good son running errands for his father."
Tyrion called out to Greene: "Hey, my friend, you can stay. Let's talk more."
Greene was already near the door. He turned his head and said, "I refuse invitations without sincerity."
With that, he flung his blue cloak, embroidered with swamp marigold, and left the tavern directly.
I'm especially tired after work, feeling like I've been boiled. My state isn't good, I wrote and deleted, deleted and wrote again, tormenting myself until I was unrecognizable before I managed to squeeze out a little.
I'll rest early today and try to catch up as soon as possible, ha.