Chapter 426: The Price of Tyrion

As Rhaenys's words left her mouth, the man opposite her seemed slightly embarrassed.

After an explanation from Myles Toyne, she came to understand that the diminutive dwarf before her was the infamous 'Imp' of House Lannister.

It was said that he had visited every brothel in the Seven Kingdoms, though these rumors were likely exaggerated.

However, it was universally known that Tyrion Lannister was not a well-liked figure.

Tyrion was sharp-tongued and ruthless, often using the power of House Lannister to oppress others. This might have been due to his unique upbringing, but his reputation was not good, to the point where even Myles Toyne had heard of him.

As Rhaenys listened to Myles Toyne's explanation, her beautiful eyes flickered with interest. Her seemingly whimsical question earlier was actually for another purpose.

But upon hearing that he was a Lannister, the girl's gaze became dangerous.

The Lannisters had the blood of her kin on their hands, a fact she had known since she was very young.

Although Rhaenys had forgotten what her parents and brother looked like, she had not forgotten this grudge.

"Kill him," Rhaenys said, her brow furrowing slightly. She didn't ask any more questions, but simply gave the order.

Tyrion, however, was terrified by Rhaenys's words. He had escaped death in the dungeons of Casterly Bay, not to have his head chopped off upon arriving at Dragonstone.

In fact, given the choice, he wouldn't have chosen to come here at all, but he had no say in the matter. The group wanted to find Viserys, and in order to survive, he had to follow them.

But Tyrion's distinctive appearance made him instantly recognizable in the Seven Kingdoms. He was no exception this time.

While Bannen, Elissa Thorne, and Yoren were also temporarily detained, they were treated well, given fresh clothes, and allowed to bathe.

Only Tyrion was brought here, and without much conversation, the order was given to behead him.

"Your Grace!"

"Your Grace!"

"Please wait!"

Hearing that Rhaenys was about to execute him, Tyrion was filled with terror and couldn't help but shout out.

"May I say one thing, Princess?"

"Just one thing, then you can behead or hang me as you please."

Tyrion's voice was urgent, as he racked his brains to survive.

Rhaenys, hearing his plea, didn't relax her furrowed brow, but nodded slightly and said softly, "You may."

But she added, "Remember, Tyrion, you only have one sentence to change my mind."

Tyrion, hearing this, breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he was allowed to speak, there was hope for survival.

What Tyrion feared most were those who didn't say a word and whose intentions were clear: they wanted him dead.

Like his own father, Tywin Lannister.

His intentions were clear, without any warning or conversation, he suddenly had Tyrion captured and tied up in a dungeon, hoping to feed him to the wights, and even use his corpse to regain some reputation.

"My own father wanted to kill me, but he failed," Tyrion said after a moment of thought, finally finding the most appropriate words. He took a deep breath and spoke.

His words indeed caught Rhaenys's attention.

She had been prepared to hear his last words and then order his execution, but she didn't expect Tyrion to say something like this.

"Why did your father want to kill you?" Rhaenys couldn't help but ask.

She knew that the murderer of her kin was not Tyrion, but his father, Tywin Lannister. Tyrion was just a child at that time.

Tyrion, hearing her continue the conversation, relaxed completely.

The princess was willing to listen, which meant there was a chance.

Tyrion was very smart. As soon as he was brought here, he had subtly figured out who this important person he was going to meet was.

He knew a lot about the Targaryen family across the Narrow Sea, as he once considered them his biggest rivals. He knew they would never let the Lannisters off the hook.

But now Tyrion realized how ridiculous his thoughts were.

The most unlikely enemy who would let them off was willing to listen to his explanation, while his own father, without a word, had tied him up and tried to get rid of him by using the wights. He even hoped to use his body to regain some reputation.

"Because I was born a damned dwarf!" Tyrion answered decisively.

"I killed my own mother at birth, I am a disgrace to the family... perhaps there are even more bullshit reasons!"

The Imp, his hands tightly bound, took a couple of steps in front of Rhaenys, his gaze sweeping the room. Not seeing his beloved wine, he sighed regretfully.

A conversation like this should have a jug of wine.

An Unsullied soldier in the room looked at Tyrion, his voice cold. "Mind your language when speaking to the princess."

"Understood," Tyrion replied, raising his bound hands and shrugging at the Unsullied to show he got the message.

"My father wanted to feed me to the wights for that reason, to avenge my mother and get rid of the family's disgrace."

"Two birds with one stone."

"My father loves doing things like that."

"If Your Grace doesn

't believe me, you can ask around. If I'm not mistaken, news of my death is already circulating in many parts of the Seven Kingdoms."

"The heir to House Lannister, the future Duke of Casterly Rock, the 'Halfman' who is only three or four feet tall, died bravely on the battlefield of Casterly Bay."

"House Lannister is indeed full of loyal and brave souls," Tyrion said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Rhaenys, hearing his words, turned her head to look at Myles Toyne, who nodded slightly in confirmation.

When he first captured Tyrion, he had some doubts because news of Tyrion's death had indeed been circulating in the Seven Kingdoms. But it turned out that Tyrion wasn't dead, but had been thrown onto the battlefield by his own father to die.

Myles Toyne nodded, and Rhaenys understood. Her gaze returned to Tyrion.

"Your father's sins are indeed not your responsibility."

"But your father killed my kin, and it's only right that I kill his son. What do you offer in exchange for your life?"

Tyrion seemed prepared for this, and immediately replied, "King's Landing!"

"Princess, I am willing to take King's Landing for you in exchange for my worthless life."