The Wolf's Lair in White Harbor, also known as the Old Fort, is an ancient fortress. It is currently in use as a White Harbor prison.

It sits outside the city walls, near the waterfront, and inside it is an ancient sacred grove

"Would you like to eat it?" asked Jaime, who had slender fingers, holding a plate of boiled beans, and glared at the Hippogriff, who had just flown back to Wolfsburg from Fishing Village Harbor.

The Golden Pig stood on top of the water tower in the middle of the Wolfsburg prison, unable to hear Jaime the Kingkiller.

It scanned the prisoners below the prison with eagle eyes, and there were no escapees, just a routine greeting between the prisoners who were a little panicked.

After his routine inspection, the Golden Pig flapped its wings in the sky and flew towards the towering Lord's Mansion in White Harbor, where a golden dragon awaited its company.

For some time, Jaime had been imprisoned in the wolf's den, he had become accustomed to the shackles on his feet, accustomed to your daily good morning and good night symbolic greeting to the only visitor to the prison, the Gripenmon, and he had been feeling a little lost in his heart lately, feeling a little trance-like and a little gloomy.

The new guardian of the North, Lynn Rothschild, seemed intent on keeping him imprisoned to death, and since he arrived in this spacious prison, he had not seen anyone interested in him visit, but fortunately the vicious executioner had not found him.

Jaime Lannister was in a large, separate cell, hundreds of square meters with only sturdy bars and haystacks on the ground.

Outside the window, it was pouring rain, and the raindrops fell on the windowsill and on the indifferent heart.

From the drizzle of the rain, Jaime could faintly hear Cersei's soft murmur in King's Landing.

Jaime Lannister threw his plate on the floor and spilled boiled beans on the floor, driven mad by the prison, even though his prison was well housed, with beds, dry straw, and better food than the other prisoners.

But there was no one here, he hadn't left the house for more than a month, he hadn't spoken to anyone for a whole month, and even the cell boss who delivered the food was willing to say a word to him.

The last time he was told was a skinny man named Sterling, who seemed to be Lynn's guard.

As he locked Jaime in the cell, the Skinny Monkey left a message at him: "Lord Lord said he would come to you when he remembered." ”

Jaime was dismissive at the time, he was a Lannister, it was just an excuse for Lynn not to dare to kill him, and because he was a Lannister, Lynn would definitely use his huge status as a family to exchange meaning.

But the wait was nearly two months, and then his proud Lannister seemed to be swept into the garbage heap by Lynn, and completely ignored it.

Jaime thought of a number of possibilities, such as Lynn being attacked by an army led by his father Tywin and needing to trade him out at the most critical time, or Lynn's rule in the North was not strong because he had just gotten the Land of the North and was waiting for King's Landing to offer a higher price, or it could be that it was a psychological war and Lynn was waiting for him to compromise.

But now, it doesn't seem to be.

Having little patience, Jaime had told the jailer who was delivering the meal a few days ago that he wanted to see Lynn, but the other party didn't pay any attention to him.

"I'm a Lannister, damn it, what the hell is he Lynn trying to do to keep a Lannister in this gloomy cage until winter comes?" Jaime cried out in a sudden burst of emotion.

A long-lost voice suddenly responded, "Perhaps, he plans to put the two Lannisters in this dark cage until winter comes. ”

Jaime thought it was his own auditory hallucinations.

But soon, he was sure it wasn't.

The cell door was pushed open, and a dwarf walked in through it.

Tyrion Lannister walked in and saw the big brother in the prison with a messy beard and a filthy face.

"There's a leg of lamb, no wonder you really look a little blessed. Lynn didn't lie to me about that. ”

Jaime stood up in surprise, the iron shackles under his feet dragging the ground with a stabbing sound.

"Tyrion, you're finally here. ”

The little devil sighed, came in front of Jaime, sat down in front of him on the dirty straw pile in the corner of the cell, and said, "Yes, I'm here to accompany you to prison, it's enough brotherhood, isn't it?"

After speaking to Jaime, who was about to drop his jaw in surprise, the little devil shouted to the door of the prison that had been closed again, "I'm hungry, prisoners have the right to eat, right, please bring me a plate of green beans and onions, some freshly baked brioche bread, and a pot of lukewarm wine to wash the food down." If it's not convenient, beer is fine, I've never been too picky. ”

"Only beans. The jailer opened the small window on the cell door and said, "Take it." ”

With that, a plate with cooked beans came in from outside.

Tyrion sighed.

The jailer outside the door was fat and dumb, with rotten brown teeth and tiny dark eyes. The left half of his face is covered with scars, from the previous axe cutting off his ears and part of his cheek.

Although he was stupid and ugly, Tyrion was so hungry that he didn't want to bother, so he got up and walked over and reached for the plate.

Jaime suddenly jerked over and kicked over the plate on the floor, and two plates of ripe beans appeared on the ground.

"You haven't answered me yet, why are you here? He said with a strong grip on his emotions.

Tyrion rolled his eyes, there was no food to eat at all, and he knew that it would be better to eat more potatoes outside the lord's mansion in the fishing village harbor.

"It's impossible for me to beat Lynn in chess. The little devil thought as he sat down.

Watching the dwarf brother sit back stiffly, as if thinking there, Jaime felt every joint scream, and flames began to emerge from his breath, "Tyrion, my stupid brother, are you deaf?"

Tyrion found a comfortable angle, and once he lay down, he craned his stubby legs, trying to imagine the place as a large and fluffy bed in a brothel.

"I'm not deaf, I'm not here because of you, you brother. ”

"How?"

"I was sent by my father to rescue you. ”

Jaime didn't speak, his eyes fixed on the cross-legged, trembling brother, waiting for what he would say.

"However, as you can see, I didn't succeed, my chess skills were not good, and I couldn't win against Lynn. ”

What mess?

Jaime glared at Tyrion, "You'd better be clear." ”

Tyrion sighed again, and briefly recounted what had happened outside recently, and the whole narrative of the little devil was very objective, except for the word "regret" when he played chess with Lynn.

Jaime grabbed Tyrion by the collar, "You're gambling on my freedom?"

Tyrion suddenly became angry, "I have my own freedom, but what else can I do? Father gave me a ship and a dozen sailors, and even the squire who protected me, only Bron. ”

"It's all Cersei's bitch, I'm a fucking bitch," Tyrion chirped, "she'd rather we die than give that stupid Stark woman back to the North, and she wants to marry that woman to me, so that the Lannisters can rule the North in the name of her as the heir to Winterfell, how can we Lannisters be such stupid people? Lynn is already in control of the North, and even Ned Stark's resurrection can't change that." ”

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