"Indeed, and where would we find people like Barristan and Jaime?"
"Barristan? He's just an Old Man, and a traitor," the regent queen mother said dismissively.
"Oh, your so-called Old Man, Ser Barristan Selmy, was Robert Baratheon's Lord Commander of the Kingsguard," Tyrion deliberately reminded her. "Among Aerys Targaryen's seven Kingsguard, only he and Jaime survived. The common folk speak of him as if he were 'Mirror Shield' Ser Savin or 'Dragonrider' Prince Aemon reborn. If they saw 'Barristan the Bold' fighting alongside The Boy Blacksmith Gendry, what do you think they would feel?"
The regent queen mother turned her face away. "I didn't think that far. Perhaps we should have appeased him with Harvest Hall at the time, but the Old Man was unyielding, only loving honor."
...The two eventually formed an alliance. To deal with the three storms, the Direwolf, and the trout, Joffrey needed to be obedient. Even if Joffrey didn't like to listen to anyone, the current situation was extraordinary. Tyrion, at least, represented the lion, meaning Tywin, so the regent queen mother needed to cooperate with him.
Tyrion took the regent queen mother's hand, showing humility. After all, they were siblings, and for that ugly iron throne, they needed to work together.
"You have always been clever." The regent queen mother looked at Tyrion in surprise. This Boy seemed to have submitted.
"Just a little bit of cleverness," he chuckled.
"In that case, it's worth a try... But, Tyrion, don't misunderstand. I accept you, but you are only hand of the king in name; in reality, you are my assistant. Before you take any action, you must discuss your plans and intentions with me beforehand. You are not to act without my consent, understood?" the regent queen mother emphasized.
"Yes, perfectly clear." Tyrion looked at the regent queen mother. Who knew this woman loved power so much?
"Do you agree?"
"Of course," Tyrion lied, "My dear sister, I am at your command."
Tyrion had already learned many truths: Joffrey ordered the execution of "Eddard," and Littlefinger masterminded the recruitment of Janos Slynt, the Toad.
Now, only the most crucial truths remained: the deaths of Jon Arryn and Robert Baratheon.
"Since our goals align, there will be no more secrets. Lord Jon's death?"
"How should I know?" The regent queen mother looked at her brother.
"It's just that Lord Eddard kept asking around. Wasn't he suspicious of you?"
"That fool Eddard Stark pinned the same crime on me. He investigated and investigated. Anyway, he believed Arryn suspected... or was convinced... that by the end of his investigation, he too would die."
"You and our good Jaime are in love?"
She slapped him.
The Imp, taking advantage of the situation, grinned and questioned Cersei's favoritism, and what Jaime saw in Cersei. So, all he got was a slap.
Now there was one last secret. Tyrion looked at the regent queen mother, concerning the death of that boorish man. Tyrion actually quite liked Robert Baratheon, that gruff, boorish man... undoubtedly, partly because his sister hated him to the core.
Cersei admitted this matter readily enough. After all, Robert was killed by a boar. It was just that before the incident, Lancel had given him a few extra bags of sour red wine, but it was over-fortified, four or five times stronger than what he usually drank.
Seeing that all matters were settled, Tyrion had an expectation for King's Landing and wanted to turn and leave. It was filled with lies, but the truth was hard to find. Littlefinger's, Varys's.
But the regent queen mother stopped him. "You are not allowed to leave. I want to know how you will avenge Jaime."
"I naturally have a plan. Do you think my love for my brother is weaker than yours? But this is not an overnight matter. For now, I plan to ride around the streets and familiarize myself with the city's situation." Tyrion placed his hand on the sphinx head by the door. In truth, Tyrion's hatred was not so intense. On the battlefield, this was not mistreating prisoners. Warriors gambled and lost; his brother didn't harbor such great resentment.
But the situation, the situation was truly too bad. His father was dealing with the situation in the North, and Tyrion needed to deal with King's Landing and find allies. Who exactly these allies would be was hard to say; the Tyrells and Martells were still hesitant.
I must manage the resources at hand, Tyrion understood. "Before I go, there's one more thing I need to tell you. Please, whatever you do, do not let anything happen to our hostages. If we can't keep both hostages safe, we will be too passive."
Speaking of children, Tyrion also thought of Cersei's children. These were also strategic resources, incredibly valuable to use. Joffrey, Tommen, and Myrcella. The girls could be married off, and the Boys also had to be controlled. In case King's Landing collapsed, Tyrion was not thinking of Joffrey, but of Tommen and Myrcella.
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