Not long after the representative from the Iron Bank left, Tyrion Lannister limped in.
"Having a pleasant talk?"
Tyrion casually said, then poured himself a glass of summer red and took a delightful sip.
Greene Kleber leaned back in his chair, rubbing his brow, and said, "It's a temporary conclusion; the rest depends on pray's arrangements."
Tyrion laughed heartily, handed Greene a glass of wine, and said, "May pray bless you."
Greene took the glass, paused, then smiled, and raised the glass to sip some summer red.
Tyrion climbed onto a nearby chair, paused, and then said seriously, "Greene, we need to talk about the Lioness."
He grinned: "The gentle and charming Cersei Lannister."
Greene's brown eyes moved slightly, looking at Tyrion, and he said, "Lannister Lion, have you thought of a good idea?"
Tyrion's smile faded, and he said solemnly, "The best way I can think of is to lock my sister in a beautiful lion cage before the war ends…"
Saying that, he took a sip of summer red and continued, "I regret that my sister is not a well-behaved girl."
He leaned his upper body towards Greene: "So, I want to hear your idea first."
Greene's long fingers tapped the armrest of the chair, he pondered for a moment, then spoke, "Tyrion, Varys's little birds found out my whereabouts, and you, through the intelligence he revealed to you, stopped me outside King's Landing in advance."
Tyrion raised an eyebrow and said, "That would require a good reason; everyone knows you're not a well-behaved boy."
Greene raised an eyebrow and said, "Tyrion, everyone also knows that my only weakness in King's Landing is the gentle and charming Cersei Lannister."
Hearing this, Tyrion was first stunned, then burst into laughter.
After laughing for a while, he finally said, "Well, it is indeed a good reason. If a marriage alliance with the Golden Rose cannot be achieved, Cersei's safety would indeed be unsettling."
Taking a sip of summer red, Tyrion pinched his chin and mused, "Hmm… if we plan it out well together, this reason is enough. But…"
He furrowed his brows: "Cersei is very likely to go mad because I unilaterally stopped you, and she might even cleverly use this as an excuse to seize power."
Scratching his hair, Tyrion complained, "She really is a terrible sister."
Greene couldn't help but laugh: "Tyrion, I have to admit, you understand our Queen Mother Cersei very well."
Tyrion grinned: "Cersei and I are a loving family."
… … … …
Greene lowered his eyes slightly, gently swirling his wine glass, and said, "Tyrion, I've heard about Ser Jaime's capture, so…"
Greene looked up at the now serious Tyrion and continued, "Before resolving Ser Jaime's matter, Queen Mother Cersei won't make things too difficult for you. At least she believes you will absolutely wholeheartedly rescue the trapped Ser Jaime."
Tyrion shrugged: "My good nephew… I hope my brother is doing well now."
Greene consoled, "It's a matter of the 'ransom' amount. Ser Jaime is now a valuable guest of the enemy, and perhaps he has beauties comforting him every day."
As he drank, Tyrion's eyes subtly trembled. Putting down his glass, he chuckled and said, "That's a good thing."
He murmured to himself: Perhaps, I also need the gentle comfort of a beauty now.
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Seeing Tyrion somewhat distracted, Greene changed the subject and said, "Tyrion, has Princess Myrcella's matter been settled?"
"Ha, the Red Keep truly has no secrets… but then again, it's not much of a secret now."
Tyrion took a sip of wine, his expression turning serious, and said, "Robert Arryn… At first, my sister was firmly against this matter. Recently, I heard she seems to have received a raven from the Old Lion, and then Maegors Holdfast became quiet."
He spread his hands: "No one else… including me, dares to mention Myrcella's matter in front of her at this time."
Greene's eyes moved slightly. When he learned of this matter, he smelled the "scent" of a conspiracy between Littlefinger and the Old Lion.
His eyes trembled slightly. Someone wants to pluck the peach that Lord Green personally nurtured?!
… … … …
Greene nodded slightly and said, "There will be a result sooner or later, Tyrion."
Tyrion shrugged and looked at Greene, saying, "We need to talk about the matters in the south."
He added, "To be an envoy to the Riverlands, you are the best choice, Greene."
Greene pondered for a moment and said, "Prime Minister Tyrion, I need a written letter of appointment. This document must not only ensure that the Golden Rose will not question my authority, but more importantly, it must grant me full negotiating power, allowing me to negotiate the marriage contract and all related arrangements, and to establish the oath in the King's name."
He paused, then continued, "This paper must bear the signatures of Joffrey and all the Small Council members, and their private seals."
Tyrion nodded and said, "It's a deal. When do you plan to depart?"
Greene said, "Give me the documents before evening. I'll leave tonight; it's easier to hide my tracks at night."
Tyrion raised his glass to Greene and said, "I'll convene the Small Council shortly and wake Joffrey."
Taking a sip of wine, he grinned: "This is a great merit. What reward do you want?"
… … … …
Outside, Tyrion mounted his horse with the help of his squire, Podrick.
After riding for a while, Tyrion suddenly waved to his captain of the guard, and then Bronn lightly kicked his horse's belly and came to his side.
The captain of the guard placed a hand on his chest and said, "My Lord, Bronn awaits your command."
Tyrion unfastened the coin purse from his waist and tossed it to Bronn, saying, "Find me a decent prostitute, and quietly send her to my house outside the Red Keep after dark."
Bronn grinned, his smile as lewd as ever: "Prime Minister, do you have any specific requests?"
Tyrion pondered as if dealing with affairs of the kingdom, saying, "Preferably younger, and of course, the prettier the better."
He paused and instructed, "Bronn, remember to tell her my 'identity' beforehand, be sure not to forget."
Girls who didn't know he was a Dwarf beforehand, when first hired to serve him, the expression in their eyes would naturally arise… That was an expression Tyrion could never tolerate in his life.
"As you command, my Lord."
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Sitting on his horse, Tyrion gazed at the various buildings of King's Landing, but his mind was replaying the events of last night… Greene was right, he was now a warrior defending this city, and a warrior could die at any time, perhaps tomorrow, perhaps the day after.
If he truly died in battle, he would rather die thinking of the prostitute by his side than of Tywin or Cersei.
Ha, the Lannister are indeed a loving family.
… … … …
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The lengthy Small Council meeting finally ended, and Tyrion walked towards the Throne Room door with a weary expression.
As he walked, Tyrion, though his face was grim, felt differently inside… Hmm, today he "ruthlessly" used his captured brother to turn the Lannister Lioness into a "well-behaved" sister.
Recalling the burning rage that the Lioness barely suppressed in her emerald eyes, Tyrion's body trembled slightly. He warned himself not to get carried away, and he must… always… remain vigilant towards Cersei.
Tyrion pinched his chin… He needed to assign three more people to watch Cersei. When she left just now, his sister's gaze looked as if she wanted to swallow her brother whole on the spot.
Tyrion thought as he walked out of the Throne Room.
The afternoon sun on one's face was both warm and pleasant, but Tyrion, who had just walked out of the Throne Room door, suddenly froze in place.
He immediately saw Cersei Lannister, wearing a silver cloak… She was looking at him with gentle eyes.
"I was waiting for you, my brother."
Cersei's soft voice brought Tyrion back to his senses, and he immediately smiled… He suddenly found a Lioness with a loving expression more terrifying than a roaring Lioness.
Queen Mother Cersei slowly walked over. She leaned down and stroked Tyrion's cheek, gently saying, "Tyrion, though our opinions often differ, I think my previous view of you might have been somewhat biased. You are not as foolish as I thought; in fact… you've helped me a great deal."
Her eyes showed a hint of apology: "My brother, your sister thanks you. If I ever said anything unpleasant to you before, please forgive me."
Tyrion smiled: "Dear sister, I don't recall you saying anything to me that needs forgiving!"
Queen Mother Cersei's smile became even more charming, and then… she left a light, warm kiss on Tyrion's forehead.
Queen Mother Cersei's action left Tyrion so surprised he couldn't speak, he could only stare blankly as she walked away, escorted by the Kingsguard.
Seeing Tyrion standing there motionless, Bronn, who had just arrived at the Red Keep, had to call out, "Lord Tyrion, are you alright?"
Hearing his captain of the guard's voice, Tyrion slowly touched his forehead and suddenly said, "Am I crazy? Did my sister just kiss me? Did you see it?"
The squire Podrick cautiously replied, "Yes, I saw it, my Lord."
Bronn looked in the direction Queen Mother Cersei had left and said, "I don't think anyone is crazy. I also saw it from a distance. Very sweet?"
Tyrion's expression was somewhat uneasy: "Not sweet… I'm trying to remember the last time she kissed me… I think I was only six or seven then, and Jaime instigated her to do it."
Bronn smiled lewdly: "Lord Tyrion, it seems this woman has finally discovered your charm now that you've grown up."
Tyrion ignored Bronn's teasing. His pupils constricted, and he said, "No, this is an accident, and I hate accidents."
He turned to Bronn and continued, "Bronn, my good sister must be planning something again. We need to find a way to figure it out quickly."
He started walking, pondered for a moment, and said as he walked, "Assign more people to watch Cersei, add six."
Bronn nodded steadily and said, "Rest assured, I will keep a close eye on her, Lord Tyrion."
After walking in silence for a while, Tyrion suddenly stopped and asked, "Bronn, why are you back so quickly?"
Bronn once again showed his lewd smile: "I have completed the task you assigned."
Tyrion was slightly surprised: "That fast?"
Bronn bowed elegantly and said, "You are a lucky noble lord. Sathaya just happened to have a suitable girl."
He whispered, "I've already quietly sent her to your house in Hook Alley."
… … … …
A certain house in Hook Alley.
In the bedroom, seeing Tyrion push the door open, the black-haired girl elegantly rose and gave him a slight bow.
Tyrion stood in front of the black-haired girl, he looked up and examined her carefully, and he had to admit Bronn had good taste.
The black-haired girl was very pretty. She had eyes like a deer, a slender figure, and small, firm breasts.
Tyrion tilted his head and said, "I am Tyrion of the Lannister, others call me Little Devil."
The black-haired girl, from a height of over five feet (about 1.7 meters), looked down at Tyrion and softly said, "My mother named me Shae, and others often call me that, my Lord."
Tyrion remained silent. Seeing that he was just staring at her body, Shae asked, "My Lord, do you want me to take off my clothes?"
"Wait a moment…"
Tyrion shook his head slightly and said, "Shae, are you a virgin?"
Hearing this, the "arrogant Shae" instantly became "shy Shae." She said, "My Lord, if it pleases you, you can think so."
Tyrion seemed very satisfied with her change: "Shae, I like the truth. The truth will please me."
Shae giggled: "My Lord, then you'll have to pay double."
After hearing Shae's words, Tyrion felt that the two of them were simply a perfect match. He liked the clever girl in front of him.
He said, "I am a Lannister. Our family has plenty of gold, and… you'll find me a very generous man. I want more than just what's between your legs. I want you to live with me, pour my wine, laugh with me, massage me… And, whether I keep you for a day or a year, as long as we are together, you are not allowed to sleep with any other man."
Shae smiled, and her smile looked wicked in Tyrion's eyes, which he liked.
"Very fair, my Lord."
With that, Shae reached down, grabbed the hem of her coarse linen shift, smoothly pulled it over her head, and tossed it aside.
The naked Shae leaned down, and Tyrion tasted honey. Her fingers deftly and skillfully found the knots on his clothes.
…Low, intimate whispers…
…Trembling gasps of pleasure…
Afterward, Shae lay quietly in Tyrion's arms, resting softly against his arm. It was an incredibly wonderful feeling, both unfamiliar and familiar.
Shae's breathing was deep and regular. Tyrion gently climbed out of bed, afraid of disturbing her sweet dreams.
Tyrion walked to the window and looked up at the night sky of King's Landing.
Stannis was like a sharp sword suspended above his head… Tyrion realized he truly needed Shae, or someone like her.
His allies and friends, plus the girl on the bed… The Lannister Giant was now filled with courage. He would surely defeat Stannis, and the Lannister Little Devil would become the savior of King's Landing.
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