"A king doesn't kill another king. That's what royal dignity should be, but a king who has never stood before a great king can never know what honor is." God Emperor Planetos in front of Robert I Baratheon.
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Robert didn't know about Jaime's affairs and didn't care even if he did, the only thing that mattered to him was Aenar and nothing else. Anything else before him was completely irrelevant to the current situation.
When Robert was ready to talk to Tywin, the words stopped when Lancel Lannister entered the Hall of a Hundred Hearths. They both noticed that the young man was completely furious, which was common when he thought that his father had been burned alive.
However, everyone understood the reason for the anger on Lancel's face when they heard the young squire's next words.
"Your Grace, Lord Lannister." Without hiding the anger on his face, Lancel greeted the king and his uncle. "The Hand of the King, Tyrion Lannister has come to Harrenhal and requests an audience with the king on behalf of the King of House Targaryen."
When Lancel had finished speaking, everyone fell silent. Whether they wanted to or not, all eyes fell on Tywin Lannister. There was sarcasm, curiosity and contempt in the eyes of the Lords of the Stormlands.
Even Tywin couldn't help clenching his fists as his eyes grew colder and colder. He wanted to laugh, he wanted to kill, he wanted to kill the people who were looking at him with sarcasm and contempt.
However, Tywin's mind cleared up like never before. He relaxed his fists and looked calm.
"What do you think, Your Grace?" Tywin asked Robert's opinion.
"Since he's a messenger, let him in." Robert didn't hesitate to answer Tywin's question, he looked at the Hand of the King with a slightly interesting look at the whole situation.
Tywin was the Hand of the King of House Baratheon while Tyrion was the Hand of the King of House Targaryen. Fate was really interesting. Robert laughed and took a sip of wine as he sat casually on the hard stone throne.
At Robert's words, the doors to the hall were opened and a dwarf entered wearing golden armor with a green lion drawn on the armor's chest.
The herald hesitated to speak Tyrion's titles, but still spoke. "Tyrion Lannister, Hand of the King, Lord of House Lannister and Lord of Casterly Rock."
Tywin almost lost his composure again hearing the titles announced, if looks could kill, Tyrion would have been dead a long time ago.
Tyrion felt that all the sweat, blood and sacrifices he had made were worth it, given the look on Tywin's face. Although the man hid it well, how could he not know what his father was thinking?
"Your Grace." Tyrion greeted the king first and then looked at Tywin with a smile. "My Lord Father."
Tywin's face twitched gently at being called father by Tyrion. Looking at his son, his eyes didn't hide their murderous intent. He had never felt so humiliated as he did at that moment.
The Lord of Casterly Rock never thought the freak would be alive and on top of that he had become Hand of the King of House Targaryen. The most incredible thing was that the young king had actually accepted his son as Hand of the King.
If before Aenar had been a formidable enemy, now he was a terribly dangerous one. Few men are capable of accepting the enemy as an ally.
"I have come on behalf of King Aenar I of House Targaryen to invite King Robert I of House Baratheon for a friendly chat in the middle of the battlefield. I must add that all the guest's rights will be preserved as the gods request." When Tyrion spoke about Guest Rights, he consciously glanced at Tywin.
Robert didn't care about Tyrion and Tywin's quarrel, he was only focused on Tyrion's words.
Yes, a conversation. Robert didn't deny Tyrion's words and smiled, although that little smile startled everyone present. That wasn't the smile of a human, but of a demon.
Robert didn't deny that he felt a deep hatred for Aenar, but he wanted to meet the man who was about to usurp his throne.
For a moment, Robert remembered Rhaegar's last words.
"I am not the king I was meant to be, but he will come and you will fall, just as I have fallen in this place. We'll see in hell again, cousin."
At the time, he scoffed at Rhaegar's words, but as time passed, he learned that those words had come true and the king Rhaegar had been waiting for had arrived to dethrone him. And as Rhaegar had said, he would die at the hands of the destined king.
"It's not so easy to kill me." Robert muttered as he rose from the throne. He picked up the Warhammer and walked towards the exit of the Hall of a Hundred Hearths. All the Lords of the Stormlands followed their king without fear or question.
In the Stormlands, Robert's prestige was incredibly high, everyone would die in war to protect their king.
Tywin, seeing this, didn't hesitate and followed Robert. Everyone knew where Robert was going, or rather, was going to find him.
Tyrion smiled at Tywin and walked beside him, the dwarf doing this on purpose as he looked at his father's indifferent expression with interest.
"Dear father, I see you're strong and healthy, I'm glad." Tyrion commented with a sarcastic smile as he looked at his father.
Tywin looked at his son and spoke sarcastically. "Your joy at seeing me healthy is why you want to kill me with your bare hands."
"Did you find out what I did to your little whore?" He said, looking directly into his son's different colored eyes.
"How can I be happy about killing you, dear father?" Tyrion's eyes turned cold at the mention of Tysha, but he spoke with a surprised and incredulous tone.
However, his expression soon changed again as he spoke in a lower tone. "Although killing you would make me happier than a thousand whores, seeing your expression as I become Lord of House Lannister and Lord of Casterly Rock will be many times better than simply killing you."
Tywin had to admit that Tyrion was right. He had never been afraid of death, but seeing the legacy he had built handed over to a monster like Tyrion was more painful than killing him.
"I will never allow you to become Lord of Casterly Rock." Tywin spoke coldly, his eyes seeming to burn with flames of fury. "Even if Jaime dies, even if Cersei dies, my grandchildren have taken over Casterly Rock. It will never be your turn to be Lord of House Lannister."
"Or will you kill your nephews and niece to usurp the seat of House Lannister?" Tywin asked with a sarcastic tone. He knew what his son was like, Tyrion would never kill Tommen or Myrcella.
As for Joffrey... Tywin didn't care about an animal who couldn't control himself and shouted every day that he was king. A king who says he's a king is never a king, but a clown with delusions of grandeur.
Tyrion certainly wouldn't kill Myrcella or Tommen, they were both sweet and gentle children, how could he kill him. But with the King's permission, both would be stripped of their titles and surnames and become lord and lady of another noble house.
But Tyrion didn't plan to tell Tywin this, so he pretended to be angry and spoke coldly. "Don't underestimate my cruelty, dear father. I was taught by you and you know the methods I use."
Tywin narrowed his eyes and flashed a smile, although it was cold and without any paternal feeling. "For that same reason, I know you won't kill them. You're weak and you care about the opinion of sheep."
"You're not a Lannister, the green lion on your chest isn't the Lion of House Lannister, it's a sick cat with no nails, no mouth and no roar." He spoke, looking at Tyrion with a cold, emotionless gaze.
He regretted not leaving Tyrion in the forest when he was just a small baby to die in the mouths of animals, but the pain and affection Joanna felt for Tyrion prevented him from doing something so cruel. In the end, this act of weakness turned against him.
"Don't worry, Lord Father, I'm a quick learner, especially as the son of the greatest Lord in the Seven Kingdoms." Tyrion responded to Tywin's words with sarcasm and contempt.
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