Tyrion's angry shouts gradually faded away, and Greene Crabb tilted his head. He saw Old Lion's hand trembling as he gripped the armrest, while Lord Mace, with a flushed face, looked up at the Throne Room.
"Silence! Silence!"
"Silence! Silence! Silence!" The Lord Steward's elegant chant, almost a shriek, finally brought quiet back to the hall.
Greene leaned slightly towards Hand of the King Tywin and said, "Hand of the King Tywin, I think we can proceed directly to sentencing."
"I agree."
Lord Mace also looked at Hand of the King Tywin and added, "We don't need to pay attention to the clamor of a guilty man."
He pursed his lips and continued, "I believe no one present will be swayed by the Little Devil's mere wild talk."
Glancing at Lord Mace, Hand of the King Tywin slowly rose from his chair. After a pause, the others also stood up.
"The trial is concluded. I declare Tyrion Lannister guilty of murder."
Looking at Duke Green and Lord Mace, Hand of the King Tywin announced, "I sentence…"
"Please wait…"
Archbishop Olidor left the spectator area and came below the high platform: "Judges, the gods above are merciful to mankind, but they will never forgive a wicked person like Tyrion Lannister. He not only committed a serious crime, but his character is also despicable, which no good person can tolerate."
He seemed to be praying: "I ask you, please strip—the guilty man—Tyrion Lannister—of the right to take the black and to trial by combat—"
He spread his hands: "The gods bear witness!"
Buzz!
The hall became noisy again, with many people nodding and praising Archbishop Olidor's flawless sense of justice.
Hand of the King Tywin cast a cold glance upstairs and said, "I agree to Archbishop Olidor's request."
…
Inside the cell, there were mushroom and butter snail soup, pork pie, and roast chicken on the table, and Tyrion was feasting.
With a "Pfft," Tyrion spat out a chicken bone, picked up his wine cup, and took a big gulp of wine.
Setting down the wine cup, he sat motionless for a while, then wiped the tears from his cheeks with the back of his hand.
He told Tysha in his heart that although he was a stupid and cowardly Dwarf, he would definitely avenge her, and himself.
Rubbing his face fiercely, Tyrion tore off a roasted chicken leg and chewed it. He had to eat his fill; he would have many guests tonight.
Night fell.
Tyrion welcomed his first guest—Kevan Lannister.
His uncle, who had always been kind to Tyrion, now had a distant and cold expression.
Ser Kevan stared at his grinning nephew for a moment, then said directly, "Tyrion, two days from now, in the morning, you will be taken outside Dung Gate and beheaded."
Tyrion spread his hands: "My good uncle, don't be sad for me. Didn't you already know this would be my outcome?"
After a period of dull silence, Ser Kevan shook his head and said, "You could have… taken the black."
He added, "Perhaps I should have advised you to confess earlier, Tyrion."
Tyrion leaned against the table edge, grinned, and said, "Uncle, I know you are always fair. You are doing this for the Lannister, aren't you?"
Ser Kevan's gaze turned cold: "Because of you, our Lannister has been disgraced enough. I'm referring to today's events."
Tyrion raised his wine cup and gestured a toast to his uncle: "Please convey my regards to Hand of the King Tywin. Lannister always pays his debts."
"It's not just Lannister; everyone has determined you are the murderer."
Ser Kevan exhaled and continued, "Tyrion, if you could go to The Wall, it would be safer than staying in King's Landing or anywhere else. Even if you were acquitted, the Martell would tear you to pieces. I repeat, everyone has already determined you are the murderer, including the Martell, and Prince Doran Nymeros Martell."
Tyrion lowered his eyes, took a sip of summer red, and said, "Uncle, you care about me more than I imagined."
After a moment of silence, Ser Kevan walked to the chair by the table, sat down, and said, "Tyrion, you are my brother's son."
Tyrion stood on tiptoe, poured Ser Kevan a glass of wine, and said, "My good uncle, perhaps you should have reminded him of that earlier, but I can understand your predicament. After all, I am his eternal blemish."
Ser Kevan's tone was stern: "Tyrion, I've seen it all. You didn't feel a father's love from Tywin, but… if you weren't his and Joanna's son, would he allow you to wear the rampant Lion sigil and spend all day in brothels with Lannister gold?"
He paused, sighed, and continued, "Tywin's character was also forced upon him. Your grandfather (Tytos Lannister, the Laughing Lion) was kind and gentle to others, and thus was scorned by his vassals, with some even openly defying him. Lords from outside borrowed our money and never intended to return it. In the Red Keep, they mocked Lannister as a toothless Lion, and even the steward of Casterly Rock dared to steal your grandfather's treasures. And that woman, like a whore, dared to wear your grandmother's jewelry and clothes, and she even dictated family affairs, even sitting in his seat when your grandfather was absent from banquets!"
His tone became slightly agitated: "The burden of restoring the Lannister fell on Tywin's shoulders. When he was twenty, he also took on the heavy responsibility of ruling the Seven Kingdoms."
He clenched his fist: "Twenty years! Twenty years, day in and day out, he worked diligently, only to be met with Aerys's (the Mad King) jealousy. No honor, only backstabbing and insults, yet he still brought peace, prosperity, and justice to the Seven Kingdoms."
He looked at Tyrion: "This is the head of the Lannister, your father, Hand of the King Tywin."
"What a great man…"
Tyrion suddenly raised his lowered face and said angrily, "But that doesn't give him the right to humiliate my wife!"
After gazing at his nephew for a while, Ser Kevan opened his mouth and said, "Tyrion, a marriage between a duke's son and a farmer's daughter would not be blessed in the Seven Kingdoms; it would only be mocked. Your father prioritizes family honor and prestige; he would never leave a Lannister laughingstock."
Looking at his pained nephew, he closed his eyes: "Perhaps there could have been a better way to resolve it, but he is Tywin Lannister, and you are his son."
"You know the whole story…"
Muttering, Tyrion's pupils constricted. He grabbed Ser Kevan: "Tell me, what did you do with my wife afterward?"
His tone was sorrowful: "Please, uncle, if you tell me, I'm willing to reveal a Lannister laughingstock to you, a true laughingstock."
------------------------
I've posted 70+ chapters in advance on Patreon.
Webnovel updates will still be daily, as usual.
It might not seem tempting right nobut who knows what the future holds?
[email protected]/TripleCrown
"And If you're enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!"