Jaime stared grimly at his father's long-dead corpse, gritted his teeth, and strode out of the room.
Petyr bent over the body, carefully examining it to confirm Tywin's cause of death. Mace stared at Tywin's corpse, his lips trembling uncontrollably.
Varys glanced at Tywin, who looked exactly like Joffrey in death, then at Cersei, who was sobbing uncontrollably by the bed. Without a word, he walked out of Tywin's bedroom.
Ten minutes later, the Gold Cloaks sent to capture Tyrion reported that his home was empty. Their search revealed that all important items had been removed.
Tyrion's cupbearer had also disappeared. Petyr had already confirmed that the wine cup Tywin had drunk from contained traces of the poison Strangler.
"Tyrion, you killed my mother, you killed my child, and now you've killed my father! I will find you and have you dismembered piece by piece!" Cersei vowed, her teeth clenched as she listened to the report.
"Seal all the docks and gates! Search the entire city for Tyrion!" Cersei stood up and commanded the Gold Cloaks beside her.
News of Tywin's death quickly spread through King's Landing, along with the rumor that Tyrion had killed his father. Every noble who heard the news was horrified by Tyrion's ruthlessness.
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After resting in the small town for the night, the two carriages set out early the next morning, continuing southeast along the broad river.
Once Tyrion had sobered up, Drogon no longer sought him out for drinking. He usually only drank mare's milk occasionally on the grasslands and rarely touched strong liquor.
After being plied with drink by Drogon, Tyrion was so terrified the dragon would try to get him drunk again that he didn't even dare touch wine. He spent his days reading and discussing the books' contents with Shireen, and his nights starting a new life with Shae, completely unaware that he had added "Father-Slayer" to his title of "Kingslayer" and become a wanted criminal in King's Landing.
Drogon had taken charge of the entire group's meals. The guards and coachmen, who had initially expected this escort mission to be a grueling chore, now found themselves not only witnessing a true dragon but also eating so well that their mouths watered daily. They secretly hoped the journey would be delayed.
Watching Shireen and Tyrion earnestly study the art of governance in the carriage, Drogon wondered if the Mother of Dragons would soon have another female advisor besides Missandei.
"What's happening?" Tyrion, who was explaining something to Shireen, suddenly felt the carriage shake violently. It wasn't a normal jolt; fine ripples spread across the surface of the water in the cup on the table.
Drogon also sensed something was wrong. He flew to the window, pushed aside the curtain, and soared out. Tyrion followed, pushing open the carriage door and stepping outside.
Outside the carriage, the guards were in a state of panic. Their horses were restless, hooves stomping the ground. In the distance, amidst the rising dust, the neighing of warhorses mingled with the shouts of men—at least several hundred of them.
Hearing the sounds from afar, the five guards' faces grew increasingly grim. They had thought this escort mission was going well, never expecting to encounter the very people they dreaded most.
Seeing the dust clouds billowing in the distance, Tyrion's own expression darkened. He quickly urged Shae and Shireen, who were following behind him, to get back into the carriage.
The riders quickly closed in on the carriage, but instead of attacking immediately, they split into two groups and surrounded it.
A man stepped forward from the group. His braided hair was glossy, his skin brown, his eyes almond-shaped. He was powerfully built, without a single ounce of fat on his frame. He seemed to be trying to see who was inside the two ornate carriages they had trapped.
Drogon had already recognized the riders. He took flight from the carriage, looking down at the Dothraki khalasar on its raiding expedition.
Alvin, the captain of the guard, never expected the Dothraki to cross the wide river to raid this far. Seeing the Dothraki Khal, he could only advance helplessly, hoping they would spare them after he paid the ransom.
Just as Alvin was about to speak, he noticed that the Khal who had stepped out of the line wasn't looking at him, but was instead tilting his head slightly to look behind him.
Alvin turned and saw the little black dragon, who had been in the same carriage as the little girl, now hovering above it with its wings fluttering gently.
The other Dothraki warriors in the Khalasar also saw Drogon flying in mid-air.
Just as Alvin was about to speak, another man stepped out from the Dothraki Khalasar, approached the first Khal, glanced at Drogon, and whispered a few words.
Alvin knew a little Dothraki and could only vaguely make out that the man, a Bloodrider, seemed to mention something about a Dragon God and its offspring.
*Dragon God?* Alvin glanced back at Drogon. *This little dragon might be incredibly strong, but it's far from the Dragon God that Bloodrider mentioned, isn't it?*
Khal Drogo, of course, also noticed what made Drogon special. He bore a striking resemblance to the black dragons that often appeared in the Dothraki Sea, exchanging gold coins for roasted meat. The only difference was its size—it was no larger than a newborn dragon.
He and his Bloodriders wondered if the little dragon could be the offspring of the black dragon they revered as the Dragon God. Regardless of whether the little dragon soaring in the sky was related to the Dragon God, Rogo had no intention of attacking the two carriages. If they were to anger the Dragon God, their khalasar would never survive its wrath.
Rogo backed away a few steps and said two words to the men behind him. A dozen or so Dothraki warriors dismounted, untied the saddlebags and wineskins they carried, walked past Alvin, and placed the items on the ground about three meters from Drogon.
Alvin and the other guards watched the scene in astonishment. They hadn't expected the Dothraki to offer food and mare's milk to the little black dragon before they even had a chance to present the ransom.
Although Tyrion knew Drogon could grow larger, he still worried that there were too many riders for the dragon to protect them all, even if he did grow.
To his surprise, the riders not only refrained from attacking the carriages but also offered them food and wine.
Shireen and Shae, who hadn't heard anything from inside the carriage for a long time, curiously lifted the window curtains and saw the Dothraki offering food.
When Shireen first saw the horsemen, she guessed they might be Dothraki from the grasslands tens of miles across the river. She knew Drogon often went to the grasslands to buy roasted meat, so she wasn't afraid at all.
Seeing the food and wine piled like a small mountain on the ground, Drogon was very satisfied with this Khalasar's offering. He nodded to Shireen, who was peeking out with her little head.
Shireen immediately understood Drogon's meaning. She went back into her carriage and took out Drogon's backpack.
Seeing Drogon extend three claws, Shireen pulled three gold dragons from the bag and walked fearlessly up to Khal Drogo to hand them to him.
When Rogo saw the backpack Shireen was holding, he felt it looked familiar. It was only after a Bloodrider beside him pointed it out that he realized it might be the Dragon God's backpack.
Looking closer, he saw a small bell hanging from the bag, identical to the ones in his own braid. That was the mark of honor a Khal earned after defeating a powerful opponent; the more bells hanging from it, the more powerful enemies the Khal had defeated.
Rogo didn't know that after the backpack became Drogon's personal one, Jeyne had sewn a bell on it to record his victory over the Immortal.
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