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Giants blood and Lions cunning

born to Tyrion Lannister the dwarf of casterly rock and a whore with giants blood from the cold unforgiving North a month after roberts rebellion ended a baby boy is born with the soul of someone from earth but not a normal man a sociopath trapped by earths laws forcing him to live a normal life till now when he's given a chance in a world that only cares about strength how will he do well even I don't know but let's find out

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The stench of the city clung to me as I made my way through its filthy streets. King's Landing was a festering wound, a rat-infested cesspool where wealth rotted alongside poverty, and ambition was a blade pressed to every throat. But I had endured it long enough. Tonight's banquet marked my departure—and my first steps toward something far greater.

As I approached the towering doors of the Red Keep, the clamor of feasting nobles and the music of minstrels spilled into the corridor. The flickering torchlight danced across the stone walls, casting long shadows of the guards standing watch. With each step, the weight of expectation and power pressed heavier upon my shoulders.

I strode in without hesitation, my presence a ripple through the gathered lords and ladies. Heads turned, conversation faltered, and whispers rose like a wave crashing through the hall. At the far end of the room sat Robert Baratheon, the so-called King of the Seven Kingdoms. The years had turned him soft, his once-mighty frame now buried beneath layers of indulgence. Beside him sat Cersei, her golden hair glowing in the torchlight but her expression as sharp as Valyrian steel. To their right, Jaime lounged with a smirk that vanished the moment our eyes met. My father, Tyrion, stood like a lion among sheep, his presence overshadowing even the king's even as small as he is ive given him enough power and wealth that no one will dare look down on him again.

"My king," I said, my voice carrying across the hall without bowing, as expected but not given. The room fell silent. "Have you found the stolen gold yet?"

The question hit like a hammer. Robert's face darkened, his cheeks flushing as though wine alone hadn't already done the job. "No," he snapped, his voice low and dangerous. "We haven't. Our treasurer has robbed us blind for years, and his betrayal has left the kingdom near ruin. Id kill him myself if you hadnt done it."

I allowed myself a faint smirk, knowing the gold was already far from his reach, redirected for better use than his endless feasts, pointless tourneys, and whores—many of whom worked in my establishments. I let the silence stretch, savoring his frustration before responding. "The realm will heal now that their is no fox in the henhouse i say."

Robert scowled but let the insult pass. "We need a new treasurer," he said, his voice heavy with finality. "And I've decided your father will take the position."

Cersei stiffened beside him, her green eyes narrowing like a predator about to strike. "He can't," she hissed, her voice sharp enough to cut glass. "He's not the right choice—"

"Silence, woman!" Robert roared, slamming his goblet onto the table. Wine splattered across the polished wood. "I am king, and I'll hear no more of your yapping!"

Her face reddened, but she dared not speak again. I glanced at my father, who looked as unimpressed with the proceedings as ever, sipping his wine with the calm detachment of a man watching lesser beasts bicker.

"My king," I said, stepping forward, "my father is needed at my side. To leave him here would not only hinder my work but place him at great risk. Should harm befall him, no one in this hall could escape the consequences."

The hall tensed at my words. A fool in the Kingsguard, a man with more muscle than sense, barked, "You dare threaten the king?!"

I turned to him, my gaze cold and unyielding. "If I threatened the king, you'd know it. What I speak is a warning—a simple truth. And you, dog, would do well to learn when to hold your tongue."

The man stepped forward, hand on his sword, but I was faster. I closed the distance between us in two strides, and before he could react, I slammed him against the wall. His sword clattered to the ground as fear filled his eyes. "A dog that barks at its master gets put down," I growled. Then, without hesitation, I grabbed his head and snapped his neck. His lifeless body crumpled to the floor.

Gasps and cries erupted around the hall. Jaime's hand flew to his sword, but he hesitated. Even Robert's drunken stupor gave way to cold calculation as he stared at me.

"Cesar!" he thundered. "Do you realize what you've done?"

"I've killed a barking dog," I replied, meeting his gaze without flinching. "If you take issue with it, I invite you to act on it."

The hall held its breath as Robert rose from his seat. Say what you will of the man as a king, but as a warrior, he had the spirit of a lion. We stood eye to eye, his bulk meeting my towering frame, and for a moment, it seemed we might come to blows.

Finally, he spoke. "You'll pay for that man's life. He was Kingsguard, and his death cannot go unanswered."

"I'll pay nothing," I said. "The only true Kingsguard in this hall is Ser Barristan Selmy." I gestured to the old knight, who stood with his hand on his sword, ready but unwilling to intervene. "The rest are glorified sellswords."

Robert's glare burned into me, but I did not falter. Then, a sly grin crept onto his face, dangerous and calculating. "If you won't pay with gold, then pay with loyalty. You will marry my daughter."

The words hung in the air, heavy and sharp. Cersei erupted from her seat, fury radiating from her. "No! You cannot! He's a beast, Robert! A monster! You can't give her to him!"

Robert silenced her with a backhanded slap that sent her sprawling. Jaime drew his sword, but before he could move, I lashed out with a kick that dropped him to the ground, clutching himself in agony.

"I'll take her," I said finally, my voice cutting through the chaos like a blade. "But she comes with me tonight."

"It's decided," Robert declared, ignoring Cersei's sobs and Jaime's groans.

I turned to my father. "Will you stay?"

Tywin rose from his seat, setting his goblet down with deliberate care. "I stay where I'm most needed. And that is by your side."

"Then find another treasurer, Robert," I said. "And this time, choose someone who won't rob you blind."

With that, I left the hall, Myrcella following behind me, her face pale and tear-streaked. She did not speak as we boarded the ship, her fear palpable, but I offered no comfort. This was a game of power, and she was just another piece on the board.

"Set sail," I commanded, watching as the Red Keep disappeared into the distance. They have all finally learned what happens when you place a lion among snakes but all in all it seems Robert has grown a brain i wonder how things will change.