The Mountain of Ice and Fire

“First, let Myrcella return to attend King Joffrey Baratheon's wedding. During the wedding, the Dornish soldiers can use this time to prepare. After the wedding, the Dornish soldiers will secretly enter the Westerlands by ship. Martell and Lannister will join forces to kill the Mountain and the Clegane forces, and then let Myrcella and the Prince's soldiers return to Dorne together. At that time, I will accompany Myrcella to Dorne to attend her wedding with Prince Trystane.”

“Absolutely not!” Oberyn stared at the Imp with snake-like eyes. “The Dornishmen come to King's Landing not because you gave them Shipbreaker Bay, nor because you gave them the position of Master of Ships, but because you sent Princess Myrcella to Dorne.”

“You don't trust the Lannisters?” the Imp asked with a scrutinizing gaze.

“Do you trust the Martells?” Oberyn's snake eyes rippled with a smile.

This is dangerous!

The Imp noticed this danger, and he understood that people like Oberyn were terrifying.

“Alright,” the Imp conceded, “Myrcella will stay in Dorne, but please allow me to visit her in Dorne after the King's wedding and attend her wedding with Prince Trystane Martell.”

“As you wish, Lord Hand,” Oberyn said, his words becoming polite and respectful as he achieved his victory.

If he was unhappy, he would call the Imp a half-man or a dwarf. If he was happy or being sarcastic, he would call the Imp “Lord Hand.”

The two sides plotted in detail and reached a cooperation agreement!

*

In the evening, Maegor's Holdfast, the Queen Mother's Ballroom.

“Oberyn refuses to let Myrcella return?” Cersei glared at Tyrion. “And you, you're so foolish, you can't even convince Oberyn of this. Father's decision was a huge mistake!”

The Imp thought to himself: It's not that Father's decision was a mistake, it's that Father simply doesn't care about Myrcella's life or death. He values political and profitable transactions, and everyone else is just a bargaining chip to him.

Kevan Lannister said expressionlessly: “Waging war in the Westerlands is a huge mistake if we truly want to eliminate the Mountain.”

“Why do you say that?” the Imp asked, his eyes flashing.

“The Mountain can only be defeated if he leads troops to conquer Dorne. In the Westerlands, his strength is very powerful. The rogues and ruffians in the Westerlands are all his eyes and ears. He will quickly receive news of any disturbance.”

“Uncle is right. If the Mountain is defeated in the Westerlands, he can still break through and escape to the Riverlands. But once he enters Dorne, there is no way for him to retreat. The roads of the Red Mountains are not suitable for rapid withdrawal,” the Imp said.

“As long as the Mountain reaches Dorne, he is bound to die. Just cutting off his supply line is enough to doom him to failure. However, that is not certain in the Westerlands. House Westerling of the Crag, House Farman of Fair Isle, and House Swyft of Cornfield are now his allies,” Kevan Lannister said lightly. His temperament, tone, and expression were very much like Lord Tywin.

“Then we should persuade Oberyn to choose the first option. After Joffrey's wedding, we will send the Mountain to lead troops to attack Dorne,” Cersei said. She cared about Myrcella, but her uncle and the Imp didn't seem to care where Myrcella was. She decided to talk about Myrcella later.

“Why would Oberyn choose the second option, choosing to wage war in the Westerlands? Why?” the Imp asked, his one black and one green eyes gleaming.

“Why?” Cersei said, “The heads and heirs of seven of the nine great houses of Dorne were ambushed and killed by Jeyne Westerling. The Dornish must now hate House Westerling, hate them to the bone. This is a blood feud for all of Dorne, and they must have their revenge. A war in the Westerlands would wipe out the foundations of both House Clegane and House Westerling.”

“Yes, that's one reason, but I think there may be an even more important reason,” the Imp said. He looked at his uncle Kevan, wanting to see his reaction.

Kevan said calmly: “Dorne wants to take the opportunity to massacre the foundation of the Lannisters.”

“Not Dorne, Oberyn,” the Imp said, his eyes flashing. “Oberyn wants to gather the Dornish elite, first kill the Mountain and Jeyne, then kill the Westerlands allies, and most importantly, kill the foundation of the Lannisters in the Westerlands. The main lines and branches of our family are in Casterly Rock and Lannisport in the Westerlands. He only needs to destroy these two cities to avenge himself.”

Cersei looked shocked!

“This is one of the reasons why Oberyn absolutely refuses to send Myrcella back to King's Landing. If anything changes, Myrcella will be a hostage,” the Imp said with a sigh.

“Does Dorne have no intention of being our ally from beginning to end?” Cersei asked in disbelief.

“Prince Doran Martell wants to reconcile with us and be our ally, but Oberyn is different. He and Princess Elia grew up together and had a deep relationship. He is also impulsive, daring, and willing to act,” the Imp said lightly. “We must first stabilize Oberyn and do everything according to his wishes.”

“Why?” Kevan said calmly. Kevan was neither humble nor arrogant, neither hurried nor slow, neither cold nor hot. He was a replica of Tywin.

“Myrcella, I want to go to Dorne to rescue Myrcella first,” the Imp said.

Of Cersei's three children, Joffrey was one the Imp refused to comment on, Tommen was an innocent child, and Myrcella inherited all the advantages of Cersei and Jaime, kind, pure, and beautiful, and none of the disadvantages of Cersei and Jaime.

In the Imp's eyes, Princess Myrcella was the only angel in the Lannister family! The only redemption among the many sinners and villains of the Lannisters!

The Imp wanted to go to Dorne himself to bring Myrcella back. Since Jaime was not there, it was his turn to go.

Cersei looked at the Imp in disbelief: “Tyrion, what unreliable idea have you come up with again?”

“Rosamund Lannister of Lannisport!” the Imp had a bit of perversion in his heart. “The two little girls are the same age, and their figures and appearances are exactly the same. I plan to take a large group of relatives to Dorne to attend Myrcella Baratheon's wedding, and then secretly replace Myrcella with Rosamund.”

Cersei's eyes immediately lit up.

She was persuaded by the Imp's idea again!

Kevan said lightly: “Tyrion, are you trying to force Earl Olyver Lannister into rebellion? She is his only daughter.”

“Rosamund marrying the Dornish prince will not disgrace Earl Olyver's honor. On the contrary, it is a step up!”

“What if the Dornish find out the truth and kill Rosamund?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Why are you so sure?”

“Unless Prince Doran Martell dies, Rosamund will not be implicated. Once Myrcella is in hand, we no longer need to worry about Dorne.”

“But there is a time issue here,” Kevan said lightly. “After Joffrey's wedding, you go to Dorne to attend Myrcella and Prince Trystane's wedding. This round trip will take half a year, right? Can Oberyn wait half a year to attack the Mountain?”

“It doesn't take half a year. By sea, a round trip is enough in three months.”

“What if Oberyn is eager to attack the Mountain?”

“It's very simple, tell him that the Westerlands nobles and the Lannister legions are not ready yet. A slight delay will not arouse any suspicion from Oberyn. If we use a royal warship to Dorne's Sunspear port, it won't even take a month, and I will be in Dorne. If all goes well, maybe in two days, we can replace Myrcella with Rosamund.”

Cersei immediately said: “Then when will we let Rosamund Lannister come to King's Landing?”

“We can let the maester send ravens now, inviting Rosamund, the Mountain, Jeyne, Lady Swyft, and other Westerlands nobles to King's Landing to attend the King's wedding celebrations. We don't need to care whether others come or not, Rosamund Lannister must come. We can even let Earl Olyver write to Rosamund Lannister himself, asking her to come to King's Landing quickly.”

*

At the same time, in the Stone Drum in the Red Keep.

Ellaria Sand loved Oberyn, and the two enjoyed their sweetness to the fullest.

“Oberyn, the best battlefield to eliminate the Mountain is in Dorne. In thousands of years, have you seen anyone conquer Dorne? Even the Targaryen family's dragons couldn't do it. As long as the Mountain crosses the Red Mountains, he is doomed.”

Oberyn chuckled and said nothing. His hands indulged in the feeling. Every time Ellaria was intimate with him, she could drain all of his energy, sending him soaring into the clouds and then plummeting to the bottom.

“Do you have other plans?” Ellaria gasped.

“Yes, first kill the Mountain, then kill the Westerlings, and finally kill the Lannisters,” Oberyn laughed. “You know about this, I know about this, and the Seven Gods know about this.”

Ellaria was shocked and pushed Oberyn away, staring at him fixedly: “Prince Doran will not agree.”

“I won't let him know. After killing the Mountain, the Westerlings, and the Lannisters, it will be useless for him to object. He will choose to support us. I understand my brother. He is a good man who always thinks carefully, weighs the pros and cons, but ignores people's inner feelings.”

“You don't plan to be the Master of War and Hand of Justice in King's Landing?”

“Hehe! Ellaria, you are still too naive. Whether it is the Master of War or the Hand of Justice, they are actually Lannister's hostages. I am only interested in eradicating the Lannisters' foundation in the Westerlands. What royal officials are all traps, I am not Mace Tyrell.”

“What about after killing the Lannisters in the Westerlands?”

“After it's done, naturally, I will take the Lannister family's gold out of the Westerlands and return to Dorne.”

“You will anger the Lannisters.”

“Yes, but what can they do to Dorne? Who can cross the Red Mountains to conquer us? No one can do it. The Northmen are independent, the Vale is virtually independent, and our Dorne will also declare independence. If the Imp gathers an army to cross the Red Mountains to fight, they will find that the high temperature of Dorne will be their most terrible enemy, not to mention we have a more terrible army.”

“Then this matter must be planned in secret, and there must be no mistakes.”

“Of course, there will be no mistakes. Only you and I know about this plan.”

The two were closely intimate, enjoying the happiness bestowed by the Seven Gods.

*

The Imp came out of Maegor's Holdfast and returned to the Tower of the Hand under the protection of Bronn, Podrick, and twenty Hand's guards.

In the darkness, a man in black turned out from behind a large tree. Bronn immediately stood in front of the Imp, and Podrick's long sword was already out of its sheath. The boy's movements were very nimble, and once the sword was out of its sheath, he changed completely.

The other party stood in the darkness, his hands hanging down, without drawing his sword. His face was hidden in his hood, and he was very tall.

“Bronn!” the Imp said, “Stand down.”

Bronn and Podrick stepped aside, and the Imp stepped forward.

“How did you get back?”

“Can we go back to the Tower of the Hand first?”

“As you wish!”

So, the group of four returned to the Tower of the Hand, with the guards following behind.

The Imp and the mysterious man in black entered the Tower of the Hand and came to the Hand's study.

‘Sansa’ brought tea, snacks, fruit, and wine for the two of them.

Bronn and Podrick guarded the door of the study.

The man in black took off his hood, revealing a face full of stubble, his hair was messy, and his face was covered in dust—Jaime Lannister.

The Imp stepped forward and hugged Jaime.

After a long time, the two brothers separated.

“You are a man in black now?”

“I went to the Wall and participated in the Night's Watch training. I failed the training. During the assessment, I insisted on being knocked down continuously, and insisted on not swearing in the Sept of the Seven, that is, the Night's Watch oath. As long as you don't swear in the Sept, you are not a real member of the Night's Watch.”

The Imp chuckled: “You've got the hang of it, Jaime, knowing how to play tricks and exploit loopholes in the Night's Watch laws. But as far as I know, Lord Commander Mormont wouldn't allow you to leave like this? He is very upright.”

“Lord Commander Mormont is dead,” Jaime said. “He was killed by the Night's Watch brothers in the Haunted Forest. There is some fortress there, yes, Craster's Keep.”

“Who killed him?” the Imp asked in surprise.

The Imp had been to the Wall two years ago and got along well with Lord Commander Jeor Mormont, Maester Aemon Targaryen, and Jon Snow. He also confirmed his friendship with Jon.

“Several Night's Watch brothers, they all ran away and never returned to Castle Black. Samwell Tarly came back to report that they ambushed the wildling king's southward army at the Fist of the First Men, but were attacked by the Others in the middle of the night, and three hundred brothers were killed or injured.”

“The Others?”

“Yes, the Others have appeared in the North, and the wildling king Mance Rayder has gathered a huge army to go south. After Stannis Baratheon was killed by the Mountain, his wife and daughter led the remnants to Eastwatch-by-the-Sea, accompanied by a red priestess. Her name is Melisandre, and she is the spiritual leader of Queen Shireen's surviving army.”

“Queen Shireen?”

“Yes, Queen Shireen. Shireen Baratheon inherited Stannis's throne. She was supported by her subordinates and the red priestess as queen. She has entered Castle Black and lives with dozens of members of the Night's Watch. Currently, she has control of the Wall's power. The rangers of the Night's Watch have either left or fled. Now, even the newly added Westerlands Lannister members of the Night's Watch are only more than three hundred people, and they cannot compete with her two thousand-man army.”

“Then what about Robb Stark?”

"He has already retaken Winterfell. Lord Balon Greyjoy of the Iron Islands suddenly fell off a cliff and died, and the Ironborn occupying the North are returning to the Iron Islands one after another. The Boltons, who betrayed and occupied the North, learned of Eddard Stark's appearance and quickly fled the North, their whereabouts unknown. When I left the Wall, Queen Shireen was issuing an order for Robb Stark, the King in the North, to go to the Wall and swear allegiance to her."

"Who is the Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch currently?"

"There is no Lord Commander. Qhorin Halfhand and Jon Snow are missing. Cotter Pyke, the commander of Eastwatch-by-the-Sea, does not obey anyone's orders. The wildling army is approaching the Wall in the Haunted Forest. I estimate that a great battle will soon break out between the Night's Watch at Castle Black and the wildling army."

"You chose to be a deserter at this time?"

"A deserter? I suppose so! The Others are coming. Perhaps we should first solve the threat of the wildlings and the Others in the North. This is also Eddard Stark's intention in going north to Castle Black. He hopes that I can return to King's Landing and persuade everyone to abandon the civil war and unite against the external threat. You are the Hand, what do you think we should do now? The Others and the wildlings are a threat to all of us."

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

"The Night's Watch needs food, weapons, and soldiers, Lord Hand."

"Then who is the real king? Shireen? Robb? Joffrey? Who is the King of the Seven Kingdoms? Or do you want the three kings to sit down and have a meeting, first discuss fighting the wildlings and the Others together, and then have a civil war?"

"I don't know, Tyrion. You are smarter and wiser than me. What do you think we should do?"

"What do I think? I think you should take off this damn black cloak first, take a bath, shave your beard, get a haircut, put on clean clothes, and go to Cersei's bedroom to relive the love's blessing of the Maiden. However, you should be prepared, you might run into our good brother also in the room."

"Who?"

"Lancel Lannister!"

ps:1——200,000 words have been updated this month.

2——Recently, I have been very busy and in poor health, the updates have declined, and the subscriptions have plummeted. The increase of more than 2,000 subscriptions has become 500. I am asking for subscriptions, otherwise the author will die.

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