"Grateful?"
A wave of intense sadness washed over Tyrion, making him feel as if he were suffocating: "He gave her to the guards, an entire camp full of guards, and he made me… watch… the whole… thing…"
He stumbled: Ah, not just watch, in the end I also…
His hand clutched his chest tightly: My wife…
Looking at his distraught brother, Ser Jaime reached out: "I truly didn't know he would do that, please believe me…"
"Believe you?!"
Slapping Ser Jaime's hand away, Tyrion roared: "Are you still worthy of my trust? Can I still trust you? Damn you, Tysha was my wife!"
Ser Jaime got up and moved closer, filled with self-reproach: "Tyrion…"
Smack!
Tyrion leaped up and delivered a slap, putting all his strength into it, imbued with all his fear, anger, and pain.
Ser Jaime staggered backward, lost his balance, and finally fell to the ground, muttering: "I… I'm so sorry."
"Oh, sorry is enough, Jaime?"
Tyrion's hands clenched tightly, his knuckles white from the effort: "You, and my dear older sister, and my kind old father, well, I haven't figured it all out yet, but one day I will get my revenge on all of you, I swear to the heavens…"
His face contorted in a grimace: "Lannister always pays his debts!"
The air in the cell was as heavy as a thousand pounds of stone.
Ser Jaime slowly got up, still unable to meet his brother's gaze: "I will never let you die."
Tyrion's face held an undisguised look of disgust: "Am I supposed to be grateful to you?"
Ser Jaime shook his head, moved his lips, and said: "I owe you…"
"No, you don't owe me. I'm short and ugly, born with sin."
In the dim light, Tyrion forced himself to smile: "As a grateful good brother… naturally, I must know how to repay. Listen, I'll emphasize it again (Chapter 294), the Cersei you cherish is a complete and utter rotten whore, you poor, foolish, blind idiot."
He slowly grinned: "I heard Cersei trusts the Cate Black brothers greatly, especially Ser Osney. Guess why?"
Osney…
Ser Jaime's pupils constricted. He suddenly remembered the riddle Garlan mentioned (Chapter 319).
Golden hair intertwined with black hair…
His hair color…
Cersei's hair color…
Body hair…
With a flick of his snow-white cloak, Jaime turned and left, without saying a word.
With a clang, the cell door closed, and Tyrion immediately collapsed weakly to the ground.
Darkness swallowed the Dwarf.
He remembered.
That year he was thirteen, and he and Jaime were riding back from Lannisport when a scream suddenly rang out. He saw her running towards the road, followed by two shouting men.
Jaime drew his sword to deal with them, while he dismounted to protect the girl.
She was less than a year older than him, with black hair, very slender, and her pitiful little face broke his heart.
Although she was of low birth, looked malnourished, and hadn't bathed in a long time… she was simply endearing.
The two men had already torn off the rags she was wearing, almost exposing her back, so he wrapped her in his cloak.
By the time Jaime had chased the two men into the forest and returned, he had already learned her name and background.
She was a farmer's daughter, alone since her father had died of a fever, and was about to go… well, she didn't even know where she was going herself.
At the time, Jaime was only focused on catching the two men who dared to cause trouble so close to Casterly Rock. He considered it a great humiliation and rode back to Casterly Rock to call for guards.
She was terrified and dared not walk alone, so he suggested taking her to a nearby inn and getting her something to eat.
She was hungrier than he expected. They ate two and a half roasted chickens and drank an entire jug of wine, chatting happily as they ate.
And then…
She didn't know what to do, not much better than him. They kept bumping noses, but when their tongues touched, she trembled all over.
She was very shy, but he was even shyer. He truly didn't know where he found the courage that time.
The first time, she cried, but afterwards she kissed him, and then she sang softly.
It was a song from Myr, called "The Seasons of My Love."
The next morning, he had already fallen in love with her, he was sure.
She loved him.
She was a farmer's daughter, she loved him and married him, she gave him her trust.
…Tyrion's eyes were already submerged in tears.
Jaime was his closest kin, his strong older brother. When he was little, he often bought him toys: iron hoops, building blocks, and carved wooden Lions.
Jaime got him his first pony and taught him how to ride it.
Jaime said she was a bought prostitute, and he had never doubted it. What was there to doubt?
Even his father didn't love him, so what reason would she have to be moved by him, a Dwarf?
Yes, Jaime said she was a "gift" bought for him, so of course he wouldn't doubt it. What was there to doubt?
Yes, even his father didn't love him, so what reason would she have to fall in love with him, an ugly Dwarf?
…Tyrion lay on the ground, pitifully making excuses for himself.
…He was indeed a naive and despicable Dwarf.
…He bit his lower lip tightly, preventing himself from sobbing aloud.
He heard her voice: I love you, Tyrion.
He watched helplessly as she was taken from his arms.
Tysha… I should die…
Tysha… I'm sorry…
Tysha… It's all my fault…
In the pitch black darkness, Tyrion cried uncontrollably.
I'm sorry… Tysha…
…
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After King Robb's victory report of recapturing Harrenhal reached Riverrun, Duke Brandon Tully appointed Earl Jason Mallister of Seaguard as the acting Lord of Riverrun, and then set off for The Twins with dozens of cavalrymen.
At this moment, Duke Brandon's figure had appeared outside The Twins, and he was gazing at the military castle spanning the river.
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