Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 138 Lion's Family Affairs
Tyrion finished his breakfast with his wife Sansa, and his wife said goodbye to him. She kissed his broken nose, as politely as a guest.

Was she his wife? Yes, they had been married in the sept, with the Father, the Mother, and the maiden as witnesses. But Tyrion had never performed his marital duties with her.

Although his wife was very grateful, she was always wary of him - after all, their families were blood enemies. She hated him.

What troubled him even more was that Sansa Stark was still a virgin, and most people in the castle seemed to know it, which brought him all kinds of ridicule and sarcasm in the court.

Of course he wanted her, and undoubtedly, he wanted Winterfell as well.

The wedding is over, they are legally married, as it should be. Husband and wife should comfort each other, share joy, pain, sorrow and desire
But, Gods have mercy!

He thought about a marriage he once had. Why was his marriage so bitter? Could it be that the gods also wanted to watch the dwarfs have fun?
He couldn't help but think of Xue Yi, his mistress who was considerate and his only comfort. Every time he went, she would wait for him in the dragon skull, with her clothes hanging on the black teeth of a dragon, and she would sit naked in the dragon's mouth waiting for him to rescue her from the dragon's mouth.
Only with her could all his fatigue and hesitation be swept away during that time, and he could temporarily forget all the unhappiness.

It's not dark yet.

Tyrion shook his head, suppressed his inner restlessness with a glass of wine, and continued to work.

The maze of accounts left by Little Finger gave him a headache, and it was almost impossible to squeeze out a penny from it.

The more Tyrion explored the account book, the more headache he felt. What Petyr left behind was simply a mess of accounts. It sounded good to say that it was in accordance with the principle of "letting the golden dragon proliferate itself, not putting it on the shelf", but in reality, it made the accounts a mess.

Before seeing the accounts, people would think that Littlefinger's way of making money seems to be borrowing and investing, but combined with the views and the way of breaking down the accounts brought by his fat eunuch friend from Dragonstone, the way this finance minister makes money is to increase taxes under various names, borrow money from different places, mint gold coins with insufficient gold content, and postpone the settlement of different account periods.
On Dragonstone, the practice of making the accounts look better by delaying or advancing the time of payment of income and expenditure is called "accounting", and this is the truth behind the rumor that Littlefinger increased the tax revenue several times in a short period of time!

His fat eunuch friend got him some lists of Dragonstone's accounting items and a new way of recording in the account books. Damn it, he really wanted his men to learn how to make the accounts clear, instead of making them like a maze, and finally coming up with a beautiful account book, but when they delve deeper, they can only go around in circles in the maze.

Damn it, at the root of it all, what Petyr did under Robert was just raising taxes, minting coins, and borrowing money. Investing in brothels and external lending by the royal family did not bring in much income, and there were huge debts!

He should ask Lord Tywin to summon Littlefinger back to King's Landing and explain all this to him!
When Ser Boros Blount came with Lord Tywin's summons, Tyrion found himself thinking for the first time that the ser had a kind look on his face. The ser had saved him, and gods be merciful, and he closed the ledger at once, hurried away from the musty pile of books, and crossed the castle to the Tower of the Hand.

The air outside was so nice. Sunshine was always rare in autumn, and seeing it made him feel happy.

But when he walked into the Prime Minister's Tower, he met his eunuch friend leaving in a hurry, and Varys didn't look very good.

Lord Tywin was waiting, so Tyrion had no time to communicate with Varys. The two of them just greeted each other briefly and then hurried away.

Tyrion knew that he would probably hear new troubles today.

When he entered the study, he found only Cersei, Uncle Kevan and Lord Tywin, and they all looked unhappy.

Cersei's green eyes stared at him viciously, with a look of extreme hatred, as if she was ready to strangle him to death at any time.

Tyrion sat down puzzled but nonchalant, but he had already guessed why Cersei was staring at him like that.

Oh, this is the Lannister family meeting, and I am the last one? Tyrion realized the meaning of this scene and looked deeply at Lord Tywin who was sitting in the main seat.

"Father, what's going on?" he asked.

Several rolls of parchment were pushed in front of him.

The seal on the first letter was the Twin Towers of the Frey family, and it read: "Roseline caught a nice trout, and her brothers presented two wolf skins as a wedding gift."

"What does old Frey's riddle mean?" Tyrion snorted.

No one answered him, only Cersei's blazing eyes were still staring at him.

He began to read the second one. This one had no stamp, and it was undoubtedly from Varys. It read: "The Dornish delegation turned back from the Bone Road and headed north by sea from Sunspear."

"Oh" Sure enough, this is not good news. The Dornish did not explain the situation to King's Landing. This means they have betrayed. And Myrcella
Cersei must be dying to kill him now, Tyrion thought.

To be honest, he wanted to kill her too.

A duel between a dwarf and a woman, a little devil and the queen mother, would be quite interesting to see.

But there was more news. The third letter came from across the narrow sea, no doubt also from Varys's channel. It read: "The Golden Company has negotiated the termination of the contract with the Myrs."

"Oh." Tyrion found that he could not say anything else except "Oh". Where would the Golden Company go? What else could attract the Golden Company to abandon its reputation since its establishment and cancel the contract with the Myr people? Negotiation? Myr is in chaos now, how could it be willing to let the Golden Company leave? Negotiation with blood?

And there is more below. The fourth one is from Dragonstone: "Tywin Lannister and Kevan Lannister are accused of commanding a massacre. The Dragonstone Court requires the two to confront the accusers in court to prove their innocence and to protect the honor of the Lannister family."

"." Tyrion blinked and quickly skipped to the next one.

There is also old intelligence. Tyrosh sent an envoy to Dragonstone. The day after the envoy arrived, someone saw the long-lost three-headed dragon, and they said that the dragon was as big as Dragonstone Castle, or even bigger.

In Stonedance, a city on Dragonstone, many villages and towns were massacred by Stannis's army. Some people saw a giant dragon coming from Dragonstone and burning countless rioters to death.
Also, the Sea Monster family decided to hold a king election. It seems that the idea of ​​relying on internal strife among the many branches of the Sea Monster family to succeed is going to fail.

silence.

As Tyrion finished turning the last letter.

Lord Tywin looked serious and said calmly, "I have decided to wait until Joffrey's wedding is over and let Jaime go back to inherit Casterly Rock."

These words came so suddenly that Cersei was stunned for a long time before she reacted: "What? Father, Jaime is a Kingsguard."

Tyrion said nothing, but looked deeply at his father, the Warden of the West, Lord Tywin.

Although he had no objection to Jaime inheriting Casterly Rock, putting aside his feelings and considering the continuation of the family, it was Jaime who killed Aerys, and the name of the Kingslayer was known to everyone in the world. What would happen if he returned to the West?

To this day, his father still doesn't consider letting him inherit Casterly Rock?
He married Sansa and was a dwarf. Judging from the attitude shown by the Targaryen king, if something happened that no one wanted to see, Tyrion could easily save the Lannister West.

He could surrender, but Tywin and Jaime could not. But Lord Tywin calmly replied: "Jaime's hand is broken. He can no longer fulfill his duty to protect the king. The Iron Guard Game is over. The king will relieve him of his duties and let him return to the West to marry and have children." This news has been coming for a long time, and Jaime is on his way back to King's Landing. In revenge for Jaime's broken hand, Tywin ordered the Mountain to massacre the warriors of Harrenhal.

Lord Tywin looked at her and said, "And you. According to various reports, Willas Tyrell is a gentle and polite young man who likes reading and stargazing. In addition, he has an interest in breeding animals and raises the best hounds, falcons, and horses in the Seven Kingdoms."

Reproduction. Tyrion sneered to himself. That's right, Cersei is also interested in "reproduction". I hope poor Willas Tyrell can wear the green hat on his head.

Cersei stood up, stiffened her neck, and her face turned red as if she had been slapped: "No, I don't want to marry again. Especially not to a crippled bastard!"

"Your Majesty," Uncle Kevan said politely. "You are still young, beautiful, and fertile. You can't spend the rest of your life alone. And if you remarry, you can put an end to all the rumors of incest."

Lord Tywin told his daughter: "You must have a new husband and new children."

"I am the Queen Regent of the Seven Kingdoms! The Regent should make his own decisions!"

"You are my daughter," Lord Tywin replied calmly. "You must do what I say."

"I will never remarry!" Cersei protested loudly.

Tywin's eyes pinned his daughter there: "You must remarry, and you must have children."

must.

"No," Cersei's voice weakened, her lips trembled and she stammered, "No, no, no..." She had already lost.

"Highgarden is a good place, and the Tyrell heir will be a good husband," Lord Tywin concluded.

"You are so kind, father," Cersei responded with cold courtesy. "Your arrangements are so sudden. Please give me a few days to think about it. I will bathe and fast, go to the sept and pray to the Mother of God for advice. Consider your memory of me as your daughter. May I go?"

You are the queen mother, fool! Tyrion wanted to say to her, how could she forget at this time? The Prime Minister has no right to order the queen mother.

"Come on, we'll talk again when you calm down," Tywin said. "Remember your responsibilities."

Cersei left the room quickly, looking angry and gloomy. Tyrion should be thankful for Tywin's coldness, otherwise he would have to argue endlessly with Queen Cersei about Myrcella. In any case, sending Myrcella to Dorne was absolutely a good idea under the circumstances, but who could have thought...
"Tyrion."

He smiled. "My turn? What do you want me to do, father? Take my wife to the North to guard Winterfell for you?"

"Roose Bolton will be officially crowned Warden of the North," Lord Tywin said bluntly, "and you will fulfill your marriage duties, Tyrion."

"And Roose Bolton?" Tyrion said. "Would you mind explaining old Frey's riddle to me? Wolfskins and trout? Oh, we have won great victories in the North, have we? I wish I could share this joy with my wife and take her to bed with me all night long." He rubbed his itchy nose. "Does it bother you to ask me to do such a thing, father?"

"She is a woman. She may be slept with," said Lord Tywin. "How you do it is up to you."

Ser Kevan hesitated for a while and said, "Now that Sansa Stark represents the inheritance of Winterfell, aren't you tempted, Tyrion? The Dreadfort and the Ironborn are fighting for the North, and the Stark lords are hiding secretly. When the time comes, they will all be exhausted from fighting, and the North will belong to your child with Sansa Stark... Women, do some foreplay... intercourse, that's all..." There was one thing he didn't say, this move was even in line with the letter Targaryen sent to the northern lords.

"Oh, Robb Stark is dead?" Tyrion let his father and uncle sing the same tune. He only asked, "A letter from a Frey. The trout is Edmure. And whose wolfskin is that?"

Kevan answered, "Lady Catelyn. The Freys had intended to keep her as a hostage, but apparently something went wrong."

Tyrion clenched his fists. "Lord Walder murdered his guests under his own roof, at his own table? They trampled on the rights of their guests!"

Lord Tywin said, "Walder Frey did this."

"'Some are won with sword and spear, others with pen and paper and raven,' is that what it says?" He looked up. "My congratulations. How long have you been plotting with Walder Frey?"

Lord Tywin pursed his lips. "Plotting? Watch your attitude, Tyrion. You disappoint me."

"So you have expectations of me? To give birth to a Northern Guardian for our family?"

Lord Tywin frowned. "You are clever, Tyrion, but you can't keep your mouth shut. One day, you will regret it. It is the right thing to do to kill our enemies cheaply. I don't understand why it is more noble to massacre ten thousand men on the battlefield than to kill a dozen nobles at the dinner table."

"Aha, a low price. Someone on Dragonstone has accused you of commanding a massacre. How can we defend our noble reputation against such a horrific act? Do you want me to represent you in the defense?"

Kevan explained, "Stannis's men did it. This baseless accusation is merely a ploy by the Targaryens of Dragonstone."

"Like Stannis accuses Cersei and Jaime?"

"That's enough." Tywin remained calm. "Stop talking nonsense in front of me. I won't take it."

"The odds are stacked against us. Dornishmen, the Golden Company, dragons. The Targaryens have the upper hand," Tyrion said. "Every tool has its use, and every task requires its own tool. I am at your disposal, father. Do not say that we Lannisters do not know how to work in unison."

Lord Tywin said the same thing: "I only need you to fulfill your marital duties."

"What about Tyrell? Can they maintain the alliance knowing all this? Is there really something wrong with the Duke of Mace's brain?"

Tywin looked at him sternly, "That's enough. I've endured your grandfather's folly. Don't be ungrateful. This is not something you need to worry about."

Tyrion spread his hands and said, "Yes, father. Now that I know the mission you assigned me, can I leave?"

"Go ahead and do your job."

"Yes, father." The dwarf had a gloomy face, and the scar on his face was a little hideous. He responded coldly, "I will go back and tell my wife that we murdered her mother and brother, and then let her cooperate with me to take away her virginity."

Tywin's prejudice against Tyrion is deep-rooted. Even though he knows it is right to send Tyrion back to Casterly Rock, he would rather wait for Jaime to have a child than hand over Casterly Rock to Tyrion.

However, his three children all have their own ideas and are not easy to deal with.
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(End of this chapter)