"Spread your legs for the Dwarf!"
"I paid seven coppers last night!"
"Haha, I'm paying seven coppers tonight too!"
"The Dwarf will gratefully kiss your shoes, haha!"
"I'll cover all the 'Dwarf's coppers' tonight!"
As Green passed through the secret passage, he faintly heard a clamor coming from inside the hall.
Chataya silently led the way, her graceful figure swaying gently under her sheer white silk dress as she walked.
At the same time, each of her steps was mixed with a subtle tremor; she was trying her best to hide her inner fear.
After walking for a while longer, they appeared in the small room where they had first met that night.
"Lord Green."
Seeing his lord's figure appear, Jeffrey, who was guarding nearby, quickly came forward to greet him.
Green nodded slightly, then turned his head to look at Chataya, who stood respectfully to the side; sensing his gaze, she couldn't help but tremble slightly.
Raising a hand, Green grasped Chataya's shoulder; his fingers moved, and the touch was smooth and soft, causing her body to tremble involuntarily again.
Withdrawing his hand, Green's gentle voice sounded: "I will protect you, including the children you wish to protect, Chataya."
Upon hearing this, Chataya immediately bowed deeply: "I am forever yours, Lord Green."
"Very good."
Green then said, "The rest is up to you, Leyton."
After speaking, he left the secluded room, surrounded by several Clan Soldiers.
Late at night, Kettleblack Mansion in Hook Alley was immersed in silence.
In front of the warm fireplace, Bronn's body slowly leaned forward; just as he was about to slide off the chair, he suddenly woke with a start, then breathed rapidly and heavily, his eyes a mix of terror and confusion.
"You're awake, Ser."
Hearing the voice, Bronn's pupils constricted; only then did he notice Duke Green sitting at the other end of the fireplace.
He couldn't help but touch his swollen, aching cheek, and… the crude woman standing behind Green, who looked more masculine than he did.
Ser Bronn's face quickly broke into a fawning smile: "My Lord Duke, you're back so soon… no, I mean… you're already back?"
Green shook his head slightly: "I am a stranger to Prince of Dorne, and unnecessary meetings should be avoided during peace talks, especially in a brothel."
Ser Bronn nodded, saying ingratiatingly: "Yes, he went to a brothel as soon as he arrived in King's Landing. Actually… Lord Tyrion was also in a difficult position."
He seemed very resentful: "The Dornishmen are even less civilized than I, a Sellsword."
Green merely smiled, then directly changed the subject: "Ser, I heard that Miss Lollys Stokeworth (the second daughter of the Countess of Stokeworth) is pregnant with your child?"
While Bronn was stunned, Green gestured for Brienne to get wine.
After a short while, Ser Bronn tentatively said: "Actually… this was the former Prime Minister's order (Chapter 208). I was just a small Sellsword at the time, My Lord Duke."
At this moment, Brienne placed a wine glass on the small round table beside Bronn; he again touched his swollen, red cheek and grinned: "Lady Knight, next time you can just order me to faint, I'd be happy to obey."
Brienne merely gave the lewd-faced Bronn an expressionless look, then returned to Green's side.
Green swirled the wine glass in his hand and said: "Do you love her? Or rather, will you love the child she bears?"
"Of course."
Ser Bronn's eyes shifted slightly, and he added: "But Lollys's mother… Countess Tanda Stokeworth is not very pleased with my Sellsword background, and Countess Tanda Stokeworth and I have quite a disagreement over the child's name…"
Green raised his glass in a gesture: "Please continue."
Ser Bronn took a sip of wine and said: "According to Countess Tanda Stokeworth… Lollys is having a boy, and she wants to name him Tywin, Tywin Stokeworth."
Green's eyebrows twitched slightly, and Ser Bronn continued: "And I want my son to be called…"
He paused, then grinned: "Tyrion, Tyrion Stokeworth."
After listening, Green looked up and laughed: "Ser, I think Tyrion will be very pleased."
Ser Bronn chuckled: "Lord Tyrion is a generous employer."
Green stared at Bronn until the other man's smile became unnatural, then he slowly said: "Ser Bronn, as a former Sellsword, you should know that everything has a price."
He leaned back in his chair: "Do you want to be a lord, Blackwater Knight?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ser Bronn paused, then put down his wine glass and knelt before Green: "My Lord Duke, thank you for your grace; it is a great honor to serve you."
The next day, early morning.
A woman's sudden loud cry startled Tyrion awake; he first looked around in confusion, then, with a heavy head, stared at the dagger in his hand, still not fully recovered.
"You, it's you, you actually killed my Oberyn!"
Tyrion still looked confusedly towards the source of the woman's roar; the figure in his sight gradually became clear—wasn't this Prince Oberyn's charming mistress?
And… what about killing… The woman's screams accelerated Tyrion's awakening; before he could react, with a bang, the door was practically smashed open.
The Lannister guards and Martell guards stationed outside the room rushed in; Tyrion, not yet fully recovered, stared blankly at these impetuous fellows.
After a strange silence, a red-robed man murmured: "Lord Tyrion, you… you…"
Tyrion followed the man's gaze and lowered his eyes. This was… the "Viper" sword? He slept with it?
Then, he suddenly remembered that the blade of this dagger was poisoned, and he immediately threw away the "Viper" in his hand in fright.
Tyrion heard the mistress screaming in pain: "Kill him! Kill him quickly!"
In the midst of the chaos, Tyrion fully woke up; he discovered Prince Oberyn lying in a pool of dark red dried blood… dead?!
The Lannister red-robed men present blocked the enraged Dornishmen, and Tyrion was taken back to Red Keep by the red-robed men and Gold Cloaks who arrived later.
The news spread quickly; the Dornish attendants who accompanied Prince Oberyn to King's Landing gathered at Red Keep, and amidst their burning rage, Duke Tywin locked his Dwarf son in the dungeons of Red Keep, promising a fair trial according to the laws of the Seven Kingdoms.
But… outside the Red Keep gate, more and more angry Dornishmen gathered, and the Gold Cloaks guarding the gate nervously defended against this "volcano" that seemed about to erupt.
Prime Minister's Tower.
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