Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Taking advantage of no one's attention, Tyrion moved away carefully.

After leaving the main hall, he just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a huge dragon's head standing in front of him.

"No, no, I didn't take a shower."

The white dragon let out a sulfurous snort that sent Tyrion back several steps.

"Tyrion, why didn't you say goodbye." Samwell's voice sounded behind him.

Tyrion knew that it was impossible to escape, so he turned around and said:

"You won't kill the messenger, Caesar, this is a very disgraceful act."

"If I want to kill you, I don't need to do it myself at all." Samwell said with a smile, "I just need to drive you out of Sunspear City. Going back with such bad news, what will the desperate Golden Company do with you?" How about a gamble, I bet they will kill you to vent their anger."

"I'm not in the mood to bet my own life," said Tyrion.

But he also knew in his heart that if he really brought this bad news back, that irritable Prince Aegon would really very likely vent his anger on him.

"Come on, Caesar." Tyrion forced a smile, "I'm valuable, and my father is willing to pay a large ransom for it."

"Really? Lord Tywin loves his second son so much?"

"Well, I can't talk about liking." Tyrion shrugged and said with some disappointment, "However, I am his son after all, bearing the surname of Lannister, even for the sake of the family's face, it is impossible for him to let me go. Let me be your prisoner."

"Yes, you do bear the last name of Lannister." Samwell suddenly smiled pointedly, "But are you really the son of Tywin?"

Tyrion blinked: "Caesar, what do you want to say?"

"I want to say, how does Tywin treat you like a biological father? Your elder brother Jaime is chaotic, broke his oath, and even joined the Kingsguard and cannot inherit the title, but Tywin still never recognizes you as his heir."

"My father does prefer Jaime, who made me a dwarf." Tyrion seemed to no longer care about this.

"Is it really just because of that?"

Tyrion asked thoughtfully:

"Caesar, don't you think I'm not Tywin's son?"

"Who knows." Samwell said, "Your mother, Joanna, used to be Queen Layla's maid, but she was dismissed later. It is said that the queen said she was dissatisfied with the Mad King for turning her maid into his artisan."

"These are all baseless rumors."

"It may not be groundless, at least Aerys II has repeatedly shown coveting your mother, and your father's break with the Mad King is also related to this."

"That doesn't mean anything," said Tyrion. "The reason why the Mad King is called the Mad King is because he speaks without restraint..."

"And act without scruples." Samwell continued.

Tyrion laughed loudly: "Caesar, if you want to alienate, this alone is not enough."

Samwell also laughed:

"What about Tessa?"

The name really made Tyrion's face change: "How do you know Tessa?"

"I met a woman named Tessa in Slaver's Bay..."

"This is impossible!"

"Believe it or not." Samwell waved his hand casually.

Tyrion really got tangled up, and asked after a while:

"That Tessa you were talking about...how is she doing now?"

"Should be dead."

"Dead?" cried Tyrion.

"Anyway, when I saw her, she was on the verge of dying. At that time, Astapor was in chaos, she was insulted, and she had only one breath left." Samwell made a look of reminiscence, "She saw me The people of Westeros asked me if I knew Tyrion Lannister, and said that he was her former husband, who cruelly abandoned her..."

"She lied to me!" Tyrion said angrily, "She said she was a farmer's daughter, but she was actually a skilled girl hired by my brother!"

"That's right, but that woman insisted that she was a farmer's daughter and fell in love with a nobleman, but unfortunately she was humiliated by that man's father as a skilled girl..."

"impossible!"

"Maybe the woman is lying, who knows." Samwell laughed, "However, you can ask your brother, Tywin should have redeemed James from the night watchman when he conquered the northern border."

"I'll ask." Tyrion forced himself to calm down. "Caesar, you can't lie to me with a made-up story."

Samwell laughed loudly: "Yeah, don't believe the enemy's words. You can verify it yourself. I believe you will know the truth one day."

Tyrion looked at Samwell in amazement, and after hesitating for a while, he still couldn't help asking:

"That woman you met in Slaver's Bay...what did she look like?"

"Black hair, thin and small, his appearance can only be said to be ordinary, but he has a good smile..." Samwell said, "Oh, there is a mole next to the nose. I can't remember the rest, I actually I also suspect that she is a liar."

Tyrion froze.

The mole next to the nose... It was his favorite place when they used to play kissing games.

Is it really Tessa?

impossible! This is a story Caesar made up.

Tessa is the skill girl, the bride of my lies.

But what if it's not...Father made everyone turn against her, and turn against my wife...

Tyrion tried his best to tell himself he couldn't be fooled, but he was still upset.

"Okay, forget about this woman." Samwell said again, "There are thousands of peasant girls in the world who dream of getting involved with nobles. Maybe that's another liar."

Samwell is indeed lying to Tyrion. He didn't meet Tessa in Slaver's Bay at all, but although this is a lie, it leads to a truth.

Tyrion's wife who was humiliated and expelled by Duke Tywin was really an innocent farm girl, not a skilled girl.

Duke Tywin couldn't accept his son marrying a commoner, so he asked James to tell his brother that the woman was a skilled girl whom he had found to help him experience the relationship between men and women.

So he wasn't worried about Tyrion going to ask for proof.

In the original book, Tyrion killed his father after learning the truth.

Samwell was looking forward to what he would do now.

"Okay, Tyrion, don't worry about that inexplicable woman, let's get down to business now. Let's make a deal, you help me lure little Aegon into the city, and I'll let you go back to King's Landing, okay?"

How could Tyrion listen to other words at this time, his thoughts were all wrapped up in the woman named Tessa like tangled seaweed, and he couldn't care about other things at all.

It wasn't until Samwell repeated it again that he nodded in a daze and agreed absent-mindedly.

In a daze, Tyrion left the city.

"How is it? The people in the city are willing to surrender?" Little Aegon's words pulled him out of his thoughts for a while.

Tyrion has only one thought now, and that is to return to King's Landing and ask James if Tessa was a skilled girl back then.

As for the life and death of the golden group, he didn't bother to care about it.

Of course, he can't control it either. The riverlands and valleys surrendered to Caesar, and the golden group is doomed.

No matter how powerful an elephant is, can it still break through the city wall and enter Sunspear City?

"They agreed to surrender," said Tyrion.

"Very good!" Little Aegon didn't have the slightest doubt about this. "Then let them open the city gate. My promise is still valid. Food, weapons, and future territories and titles will not be missing from them."

Tyrion nodded, and returned to Sunspear distraught.

Soon, the city gate slowly opened.

Little Aegon was careful, he stopped in front of the door and did not go in. At the same time, he sent someone to ask the nobles in the city to go out of the city to swear allegiance to him.

But after waiting for a while, only a young man walked out of Sunspear City.

"You are Edmure Tully?" asked little Aegon.

The man showed a meaningful smile and replied, "No, I am Samwell Caesar."

Little Aegon was stunned for a moment, and when he came to his senses, the man in front of him suddenly stretched out his hand, as fast as lightning, grabbed his collar, and pulled him off the horse.

The soldiers of the Golden Regiment shouted and roared angrily.

But Samwell was not afraid at all, and pulled little Aegon back a few steps.

"Let me go." Little Aegon said, "Otherwise, my people will definitely kill you."

"Let them try." Samwell said calmly, blocking little Aegon in front of him.

At this moment the sky casts a shadow.

Little Aegon looked up in astonishment, and saw a huge monster swooping down.

It opened its huge mouth, and orange-red flames poured down.

"No!"

Young Aegon howled sharply, but there was nothing to stop the flames from swallowing him, and Samwell too.

People inside and outside the city watched this scene dumbfounded.

When the fire gradually dissipated, they saw that Samwell was still standing upright, but that little Aegon, the son of Rhaegar, the descendant of the true dragon, had already been reduced to ashes.

"True dragons are not afraid of fire," Samwell declared loudly,

"So, you are fake."