"Oh, tell me from the beginning."
"Many things, not my doing, have been attributed to me," Tyrion explained. Tyrion didn't know who had spread these lies, but Littlefinger was undoubtedly a master of jokes and lies. He lied in King's Landing about sleeping with the two daughters of the trout. If so, it was very possible he also lied about using a dagger to assassinate Bran.
"So I need your help," Tyrion said, looking at Littlefinger. "Lord Hoster's two daughters have no affection for me, but the same words, I believe, would be very different coming from you."
"Oh, I'm all ears," Littlefinger said with a smile.
"I want to restore friendship with House Stark. I will find Arya; I have already sent people to look for her."
"Finding and finding her are two different things."
"That's irrelevant. My real intention is to get you to persuade Lady Lysa," Tyrion said, getting to the point. "My friendship is very generous; I can give a handsome gift."
Littlefinger, however, looked at Tyrion. "Lysa is more obedient than Catelyn, but she is more timid and hates House Lannister."
"I will find Jon's killer and give him to her."
"You found him?"
"As you said, it's also on the way. But before making friends with Lysa Arryn, I think I need to let her see my gifts and generosity." Tyrion wanted the loyalty of the Vale and her army.
Then came Littlefinger's calm bargaining. "Lysa has her difficulties; the wildlings of the Mountains of the Moon..."
Tyrion looked at Littlefinger. He could help, provided House Arryn recognized the King on the Iron Throne. They didn't have to send troops to attack Riverrun and the North, but they could support King's Landing.
"As long as she is willing to pledge allegiance to us, as long as she is willing to send troops to attack the three storms. In return, I will do justice for Jon Arryn, restore peace to the Vale, and give the boy the position of warden of the east. And to show my generosity, I will give away my niece." Tyrion looked at Littlefinger. This was his greatest hope; he would give the Vale three gifts, and then add another gift of his own.
"The Princess can marry the Duke after she comes of age. Before that, she will be Lady Lysa's adopted daughter in the Vale."
"You are truly bold. What about the regent queen mother?... Of course, I can sing to Lysa; I can whisper in her ear."
..."What benefit do you plan to give me?"
"Harrenhal." Tyrion was confident that this gift would make Littlefinger very happy, because it was a very generous gift. The castle there was the King's castle, and the territory was vast and fertile, making it easy to become one of the most prominent Lords.
"You've misjudged me." Littlefinger deliberately showed a changing expression, wanting Tyrion to clearly see the greed and exaggeration on his face, the hunger flickering in his cunning eyes. While the castle was magnificent, what did it have to do with him? He never wanted this place.
But Littlefinger still pretended to bargain, to make the game more realistic, to make Tyrion believe his greed even more.
The two began to bargain. Littlefinger scoffed at Harrenhal, but still adopted a posture of wanting it but unable to get it. He started to be unreasonable, bringing up old stories: the Lords of The Three Rivers were always fickle, and the place was ill-omened, not to mention House Tully still existed. There was also Littlefinger's unlucky friend, Janos, the butcher's son.
"It's an ill-omened place, but if you wish, you can raze it and rebuild it. As for the Lords in The Three Rivers, those Lords are indeed fickle. Once we win this war, I believe they will have a new master, and those people will swear allegiance to you. As for Riverrun, if we are victorious, House Tully will also have to bend the knee." Tyrion replied accordingly, believing Littlefinger had taken the bait.
Littlefinger seemed to taste the sweetness of Harrenhal, but still hesitated. "I thank you for your generosity; you place me among the most prominent nobles of the kingdom. But why?"
Tyrion, however, didn't care. For now, only that Toad stood between them, but how could the Toad's value compare to Littlefinger's?
"I want you to persuade Lady Lysa," Tyrion said to Littlefinger. "But I don't need Janos to command my army. It's much better for you to go to Harrenhal than for him to go. Besides, I don't want to see the three storms cut off my head."
"For this task, I need to... go to bed again."
"You will surely succeed."
"Give me two weeks to finish my current affairs and arrange a ship to take me to Gulltown."
"No, I don't have that much time. Within a week, I'm sure you have your own channels for a ship." Tyrion said righteously, leaving little room for negotiation.
This attempt was bold, but he had no choice but to try. He had once considered Highgarden or Martell, but now the two places were entangled. Giving the girl to any family would undoubtedly enrage the other, thus offending one of them. As for those fools on the Iron Islands, they had little value for alliance. The matter at hand left only the choices of the Rose, the Falcon, and the Sunspear.
"You are truly eager. I will squeeze out the time myself. I will find a ship myself. I think a Braavos ship would move forward, and Dragonstone wouldn't dare attack."
"No problem then." Littlefinger stood up. Littlefinger smiled as he looked at Tyrion. Coincidentally, he also needed to make a trip to the Vale.
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