"Ah ha, welcome, Your Grace. It's an honor."
While joking, Tyrion's one black and one green eye subtly trembled.
Moving his short legs to the ground, he put on his shoes and said, "Before the trial, will a private meeting between the chief judge and the defendant… cause you trouble?"
Green sat down: "It won't cause trouble. I will advocate for your head to be cut off."
"Remember to let the executioner borrow your 'Ice.' I'm afraid of pain." Struggling to put on his boots, Tyrion sat on the edge of the bed.
Green smiled. He raised his hand, and two young people dressed as servants quickly filled the small square table in the room with various delicacies, fine wines, and goblets.
With a clinking sound, after pouring the wine, the servants bowed and left the room.
Green picked up a goblet and gestured. He smiled again and said, "Eat more. In a few days, you won't be able to eat anything anymore, Tyrion the Brave."
"Please call me… Tyrion the Killer."
After taking a sip of summer red, Tyrion reached out, grabbed a piece of roasted meat, chewed it, and then said, "I might be the strongest killer in the Seven Kingdoms, provided I'm dead drunk."
Green took a sip of wine. He stared at the grinning Tyrion for a while and said, "I know you are innocent, or rather, most people know you are not the murderer, including your father."
Tyrion said with a grin, "But."
Green shrugged and said, "It seems you've already guessed your popularity."
Tyrion laughed heartily: "Yes, especially the Lannister. We are a loving family, a role model for the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms."
Then, using the act of drinking to conceal his darting eyes, he suddenly said, "Green, how is Chataya? Has she been implicated?"
Green spread his hands and said, "To show loyalty to the King, the Shataya Brothel had to donate 7,000 gold dragons."
He quickly and subtly observed Green's expression, then sighed, "I should compensate them…"
Green put down his wine glass, gazed for a moment, and said, "Tyrion, there's no need to probe. If there's evidence to clear your name, Crabb doesn't mind offending the Martell."
Upon hearing this, Tyrion moved his lips, was silent for a moment, and then said, "Green, please forgive me. A Dwarf who grew up enduring humiliation cannot even trust his own family."
"Then trust the facts."
Green's fingers rubbed the body of the wine glass, and he slowly said, "Not long ago, Robb Stark broke through Harrenhal, and the Lannister cavalry in the Riverlands were almost completely wiped out. And… according to the recently received battle report, he sacked Duskendale, and his sword is pointing directly at King's Landing."
He paused, then continued, "His brilliant victories shocked the Seven Kingdoms, as if the Lannister's rule in the kingdom could collapse at any moment, but I am not optimistic about Robb Stark…"
He leaned back in his chair: "In my eyes, he is merely at the end of his tether. When the Lannister's roar truly descends, he will be utterly defeated, without even a moment to catch his breath."
After a pause, Green looked directly at Tyrion: "So, do you want to live?"
Tyrion frowned. He stared at Green for a while before saying with a hint of disbelief, "You want the Dornish to become the heir, to have them continue to wear down the Lannister in place of Robb Stark?"
"Tyrion, you are indeed very clever."
Green nodded and said, "The Lannister weakens, and Crabb strengthens. This is the game of power."
Tyrion couldn't help but clench his fists. He stared intently at the power player in front of him and said, "Don't forget, I am also a Lannister."
Green's voice was cold: "Yes, a Lannister about to be abandoned, or rather… a Lannister destined to be mercilessly abandoned."
After a heavy silence, Tyrion suddenly burst into laughter, a laugh filled with sorrow.
Draining his cup, he looked at Green, grinning: "I'll think of a few shocking last words before I'm beheaded, so that the name Tyrion Lannister will be heavily etched in the true history."
"Very well." Green picked up the wine jug and poured wine into his goblet.
After pouring the wine, he raised his glass and gestured: "Eat more… Later, is there anything you need my help with?"
Tyrion's hand holding the wine glass paused slightly. He silently took a sip of wine, then sighed sadly, saying, "There's a woman… her name is Shae. She lives in my house in Hook Alley. She's my mistress, and she's been very good to me… I want to ask you to look after her, and also… my other request might be very offensive… If there's a suitable opportunity, I'd like to ask you to help her find a good husband, to make Shae happy for life."
He finished speaking intermittently, then let out a burp.
Green nodded and sighed, "I will arrange it for you. She will live well, don't worry, my friend."
Tyrion secretly observed Green's expression, forced a smile on his face, and said, "I'm truly relieved to think that another man will make her happy every night."
Green shrugged and said, "I will send someone to deliver good ink, good pens, and good paper to the maester writing the true history. I hope that for the sake of these things… he can write a few more words about your deeds."
Tyrion stared fixedly at Green, who was thoughtfully arranging his affairs after death. After a pause, he couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you going to persuade me anymore, Mr. Power Player?"
Upon hearing this, Green chuckled, his laughter barely concealing his schadenfreude: "Even a power player respects every brave man who generously goes to his death, Tyrion."
Tyrion scratched his head and muttered, "I am not brave…"
After a moment of silence, he haphazardly ran his fingers through his messy hair, then suddenly said, "Green, is Marigold going to 'go to war' directly with the Lannister?"
Green shook his head slightly. Under Tyrion's puzzled gaze, he said, "I won't make a direct move."
He took a sip of summer red and continued, "If you want to live, I will find a suitable candidate, and Marigold and the Lannister will still work together to quell the chaos in the Seven Kingdoms… Hmm, and the Rose of the South."
"A suitable candidate…"
Muttering, Tyrion narrowed his eyes in thought. Before long… he suddenly widened his eyes: "You want to put all of this on Jaime?"
Seeing Green nod, a hint of anger appeared in Tyrion's voice: "Green, you know Jaime can't bear the consequences!"
Green nodded again: "Jaime cannot, but Lord Tywin can."
Upon hearing this, Tyrion, whose eyes were flashing with anger, trembled all over: Yes, Jaime is not the Dwarf son his father despises; he is Lord Tywin's most beloved heir… His father would do everything for Jaime, even go to war with the Dornish. He had known this for a long time.
He had long confirmed the fact that his father did not love him, but why did he still feel such deep jealousy at this moment? Human nature is truly… complex.
Tyrion exhaled slowly, then said, "Green, I have to admit your methods are clever enough, but I must warn you, Jaime is not a fool. He is a Lannister, and I am not the only one he loves among the Lannister. I repeat, my older brother is not a fool. If he were a true fool, he would not have become the Kingslayer!"
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