Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 118 Armistice Agreement
Sansa was imprisoned in the tower of Maegor, crying and sleeping every day, and hardly touching the food that was brought to her.

Three days later, a Kingsguard escorted her to see the Queen. She was terrified of the white-robed men, and Joffrey explained that the King could not strike his wife, so he had them do it for him.

The bruises on her body had not faded, and old wounds were being compounded with new ones; it hurt whenever she touched them.

She would rather let the hounds beat her, because they never hit her in the face and always hit her lightly, but she was afraid of her disfigured face.

As her thoughts raced, she arrived at the council chamber and saw Queen Cersei still dressed in black mourning clothes, with Grand Maester Pycelle and the eunuch Varys also present, both dressed in black.

“Sansa, my dear child,” Cersei said, her eyes filled with sorrow, but she managed a smile. “I’m so sorry to see you so late.”

Sansa remained polite and curtsied. "Your Majesty, everyone has been very friendly to me, but no one has told me what happened."

Cersei's face was full of affection, just like her mother's. "Sansa, Robb wants to go south, which is detrimental to the Iron Throne. That's treason..."

“Impossible!” Sansa blurted out. “My brother would never do such a thing as treason!”

“Sansa,” Cersei sighed, “the king is dead, killed by that Dothraki. Your father was badly wounded and fell into the water; the people on the ship couldn’t save him in time. He was a hero who protected the king until his death.”

"Unbelievable! Robb has betrayed the country your father swore to protect. You are the sister of a traitor; how can I allow you to marry my son?"

“But I love him!” Sansa sobbed softly. “Aren’t we already engaged?”

“Sansa, you’re a good girl,” Cersei gently took her hand. “I know you love him, but how can we trust the sister of a traitor? Blood is blood. Do you remember when your sister let wolves attack my son?”

“I’m not like Arya!” Sansa said eagerly. “I’m obedient, and I will be Joffrey’s loyal and good wife!”

Cersei scrutinized her face, and after a moment, nodded hesitantly.
“If Robertson swears allegiance to the monarchy during this turbulent time, then perhaps we can reconsider the engagement…”

Cersei then asked, "Child, can you read and write?"

Sansa wiped away her tears, a glimmer of hope rising in her heart, and nodded vigorously.

“You must write to your mother and Robb,” Cersei said, “urging them to unite with the royal family against the enemy.”

Grand Secretary Paisell added from the side: "If they choose the wrong allies, the consequences will be bad for them and bad for you. You should advise them to make a wise choice."

“Tell your mother you are safe,” Cersei continued. “You don’t even need them to come to King’s Landing. Just publicly acknowledge Joffrey as king and inform the Seven Kingdoms that Renly and Stannis are traitors.”

If they do as they say, it will prove your bloodline is pure, and once you start menstruating, you can marry the king in the Great Cathedral of Baelor.

Sansa's breathing quickened upon hearing the word "marriage." "Your Majesty, can you tell me the details of my father's death?"

“You have disappointed me greatly,” Cersei’s eyes sharpened. “The Dothraki are barbaric butchers who kill without reason. If you are truly loyal to the royal family as you claim, you should help us unite the Seven Kingdoms against this threat.”

Sansa fought back tears and choked out, "I understand."

“Good boy,” Cersei said with a satisfied expression, “we cannot be divided in this time of crisis. Joffrey needs the strength of your family to protect the country. If the North turns against us, who will fight off those barbarians? Who will avenge your father?”

“I will write it,” Sansa said.

Cersei smiled gently and kissed her cheek: "Sansa, you are brave. When I tell Joffrey, he will be so proud of you."

Sansa wrote four letters, asking Catelyn to forgive Bran's past misdeeds and urging Robb to withdraw his troops.

He also wrote to his aunt Lysa Arryn and his grandfather Horst Tully, urging them to issue a statement in support of Joffrey, unite against Stannis and Renly's rebellion, and fight together against the Dothraki.

After she finished writing, her fingers ached and stiff, stained with ink. Varys brought her father's seal, and she carefully stamped the direwolf emblem on each letter. Just then, Tyrion pushed open the door to the council chamber, brushing past Sansa who was about to leave.

"It's you!"

Cersei's voice sounded both surprised and disgusted.

Tyrion paused, knowing his sister hated him like this, and he was absolutely certain of that.

“Now I finally understand where Joffrey’s politeness comes from,” he said.

"What are you doing here?" The older sister looked at him coldly with her blue eyes, as if she were looking at a stranger.

"I came with Waghat, where did they go?"

“Hmph,” Cersei said coldly, “what right do you have to interfere in my affairs?”

“I only stayed at the branch camp for a few days before they all left. Sister, would you like to hear me tell you how I came to be known as the Lannister Giant?”

“Shut up with that filthy tone,” Cersei stared at him. “What are you doing here in King’s Landing?”

Tyrion strolled leisurely to the council table, set down a roll of parchment, and said, “Deliver a message for our dear father.”

Varys stretched out his powdered hand, picked up the letter and examined it, praising it highly, "Lord Tywin is so thoughtful, even the sealing wax is made of pure gold."

Cersei snatched the letter, broke the seal, unfolded the paper, and her expression immediately changed after reading it.

“This is outrageous! Father sent my brother to the palace to take over his duties, and we are to regard Tyrion as the King’s Hand until he can personally attend court and assist in governing.”

Tyrion seized the opportunity to sit in the Hand of the King's chair, guessing that Joffrey, like Robert, rarely attended the King's Council, hence the empty throne.

In that case, he won't be polite.

“I have another letter here,” he said, pulling a roll of parchment from his sleeve. “It’s from Stannis, my dear sister. I don’t know if you’ve read it?”

Cersei took the letter, her eyes widening as she read it. Finally, shaking the letter, she roared, "Treason is an unforgivable crime, but this is simply an act of a villain!"

She paused, then said, "I'm going to burn all these letters. I can't let any word of this reach my son or father."

“What Dad is hearing now is probably more than just rumors,” Tyrion waved his hand dismissively. “Stannis has definitely informed everyone, and besides, the letter didn’t sound too bad.”

“Are you out of your mind?” Cersei glared at Tyrion. “He called my son Joffrey the boy and accused me of treason, sedition, and betrayal!”

“He just needs an excuse to legitimize the rebellion,” Tyrion shrugged. “What do you expect him to write? Joffrey is my elder brother’s legitimate son and heir, and I’m supposed to fight him for the throne?”

"I will never allow anyone to call me a slut!" Cersei's voice almost turned into a scream.

Tyrion was overjoyed to see his older sister acting so wildly.

Moreover, according to his father's plan, he also wanted to send Cersei's daughter Myrcella to Dorne to marry Trisdan Martell.

This is going to be even more interesting.

(End of this chapter)