For some reason, Greene Crabb's eyes involuntarily swept over Ser Jaime's head… golden hair.
Just as Ser Jaime was about to speak, Greene interrupted again: "For the remaining questions, you can ask Tyrion, Ser."
Ser Jaime: "…"
After a moment of silence, he suddenly said, "I am the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard again."
Greene's brown eyes flickered, and he said, "Tonight, shall we have a few more drinks together?"
Ser Jaime gave a bitter, shallow smile and said, "It is indeed worth celebrating."
Greene observed the unconcealed weariness on Jaime's face and said, "Perhaps you should get some good sleep for a few days, Ser Jaime."
He added, "Even for the same matter, one will have different thoughts when in a good state versus a bad state. People often consider things more cheerfully when they are relaxed."
Ser Jaime spread his hands and said, "Thank you, I accept your kindness."
Greene quipped, "You also say… thank you? Has The Seven Gods fallen asleep?"
Ser Jaime chuckled softly. He reached out and patted Greene's arm, saying, "I have things to do."
Lord Greene watched Ser Jaime's retreating back, savoring the words he had just heard. Had Jaime directly proposed to Cersei? The outcome… could be known without guessing the answer.
Greene crossed his arms. With Robb's red eyes outside and his obedient children inside, the moment of testing for Tywin was fast approaching, and… Lord Greene felt a tiny bit of sympathy for him.
At this moment, his gaze suddenly shifted. He turned his head and saw a small round figure trotting towards them.
"Count Green!"
It was Tommen's voice. He was running with light, small steps, his chubby face full of excitement and anticipation… Outside the Prime Ministers Tower, the Red Cloaks guarding the gate opened it, sighing, "Lord Jaime, The Seven Gods, you have finally returned."
Ser Jaime's lips curved slightly, and he said, "My return has nothing to do with the gods. It was Tyrion and Count Green, and Ser Adam, who saved me."
Climbing the stairs, he arrived at a door. Jaime, as before, entered his father's study without knocking.
Lord Tywin, tall and straight, sat by the fireplace. He glanced at his eldest son and said, "Jaime."
His tone was as if they had met at breakfast: "I heard you were injured, but it seems you've recovered well."
Ser Jaime closed the door and said, "I accidentally got bitten by a Direwolf."
Lord Tywin pointed to a wooden chair nearby and said, "After you escaped Riverrun, I quickly received the news. I ordered Ser Amory, stationed at Harrenhal, to send out all his cavalry to search. Kevan also informed some forces in the Riverlands, requesting their assistance."
After sitting down, Ser Jaime smiled and said, "The Direwolf pack was biting hard. Fortunately, Crabb's cavalry arrived in time."
Seeing his father's gaze fixed on his injured forearm, Ser Jaime pulled up his sleeve to show him clearly: "It's fine now."
Lord Tywin nodded slightly and reminded, "Lannister always repays its debts. Settle this favor as soon as possible, my son."
"I understand, Father."
After a pause, Ser Jaime added, "Tyrion put in a lot of effort. If not for his cleverness, I wouldn't have escaped that cursed place so quickly."
Lord Tywin pressed his lips together, paused, and then reminded his son again: "Jaime, those who enjoy Lannister honor have an obligation to contribute to Lannister."
Ser Jaime shrugged. As he was adjusting his sleeves, Lord Tywin asked, "Will it affect your sword fighting?"
Hearing this, Ser Jaime moved his forearm, smiled, and said, "To be honest, it's more flexible than before. I'm quite surprised, Father."
"Very good." Lord Tywin rarely curved his lips.
He continued, "Now, our war with the little Direwolf is unavoidable. Casterly Rock can only provide more resources. We must end the war as quickly as possible."
He tapped his fingers on the armrest and mused, "The better situation would be… to have other forces join our Direwolf-hunting game. Jaime, do you have a way to get House Crabb's army to join us?"
"Count Green…"
Ser Jaime leaned back in his chair and replied, "Father, this matter can only rely on Cersei. Without her permission, I don't think Count Green will move his troops."
Lord Tywin's light green eyes stared at his son for a moment and said, "Jaime, I taught you that there is no eternal loyalty in this world. In the game of power, the most important thing is negotiation. What the other party wants, and what you hold in your hand, that is the key."
He looked directly at Jaime: "I am asking you, not Cersei."
Ser Jaime hesitated, then still spoke: "Father, if you promise not to marry Cersei off, I think she would be very willing to cooperate…"
"Enough!" Ser Jaime's words were angrily interrupted by Lord Tywin.
He stared at the fireplace, calmed himself, and said, "Her foolishness, her indulgence of Joffrey, she has already left Lannister with enough trouble. She must leave the Red Keep. And you…"
Lord Tywin looked back at Jaime and continued, "You should end your knightly games. I need you to go to Casterly Rock as soon as possible…"
Ser Jaime interrupted incredulously, "Father, a Kingsguard, once sworn, must serve for life."
Lord Tywin suppressed his anger and said, "When Cersei expelled Ser Barristan from the Kingsguard on the grounds of old age, the tradition you speak of was broken. Now, we only need to generously offer a gift to the church, and I presume they will be happy to release you from your obligations. Admittedly, Cersei expelling Ser Barristan was a great folly, but from another perspective, it also opened a door for us…"
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