"Meet with Viserys?"
"How could you even think of such an absurdity?"
Tyrion felt as if the world had gone mad. Jaime, astonishingly, wanted to meet Viserys. And not in secret, but to confront him openly. Regardless of his reasons, Viserys would never forgive him. Jaime was the 'Kingslayer', and the king he killed was Viserys' own father, King Aerys.
"How do you think Viserys will punish the murderer of his father? Hanging? Beheading? Flaying, or perhaps burning alive?"
"Do you think offering yourself will save our father? Impossible! No one can save him, not even Cersei."
Tyrion's emotions surged, but he quickly composed himself. He was a sharp thinker, and it didn't take long for him to discern a potential motive.
"Do you plan to assassinate the King?"
Jaime's renowned swordsmanship made him a formidable threat, but Tyrion doubted it would suffice against Viserys. The King was not just a ruler; he was a symbol of unmatched strength and unity, having faced insurmountable odds and enemies.
"Magic."
"What?"
Tyrion clarified, "I mean, the King has magic. He's not mere mortal. How do you plan to kill him? Pardon my bluntness, but I know Viserys far better than you do."
The more Tyrion understood Viserys, the more he feared him. Tyrion even speculated that their current conversation might be overheard by the ever-watchful King.
"I cannot grant your request, Jaime."
The next morning, the square beneath the Red Keep was bustling with anticipation. The trial was drawing to an end, and today's accused was none other than Tywin Lannister, the man rumored to excrete gold.
A large crowd had gathered, eager to witness the trial of such a significant noble. Many nobles were also present, having been mandated to attend the public trial, which served as a reckoning for the rebellion years ago.
"Prince Oberyn."
"Lord Greyjoy."
The two shared a brief, civil exchange, their previous alliance evident. Greyjoy, in his simple sailor attire, looked at the accused being paraded out: Tywin Lannister and Gregor "The Mountain" Clegane, recently retrieved from the dungeons of Pentos.
As soon as Tywin emerged, he was surrounded by a sea of jeers.
"Traitor!"
"Devil!"
Insults rained down on him, accompanied by rotten tomatoes and stones. His arrival at the platform was only made possible by the Unsullied soldiers who shielded him.
The crowd's disdain for Tywin was palpable. They relished seeing this once-mighty lord now humbled and bloodied. It was a chance for retribution for the populace.
"Your Grace."
The trial began with the arrival of King Viserys. Today's panel of judges included not only the usually defiant Lord Greyjoy but also the Princess Rhaenys, making the trial even more significant.