Chapter 157 - War of the Four Kings (IV)
"Beware of arrogance. Arrogance often precedes a fall. I regret being arrogant many times." - Tywin Lannister, Hand of the King and Lord of Casterly Rock.
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Benefort, seat of House Benefort, two days' ride from Pyke.
Looking at the short man with white hair and black eyes, dressed in sealskin clothes, Tywin narrowed his eyes and spoke in a calm tone of voice: "You're a fool if you think you can survive a dragon with just a fleet of ships."
"The Targaryen king is weak, otherwise he could very well burn any enemy." The man dressed in sealskin clothing spoke with a harsh, rough tone, his hoarse voice echoing through the room. He looked at Tywin, who was dressed in red and gold, and sneered.
Tywin couldn't help but display a look of derision on his face. Weak? He didn't think the young Targaryen king was weak. On the contrary, he had been surprised by the boy's cunning, cruel ways and quick decision-making.
Honestly, Tywin wondered why Aerys was so blessed to have such a worthy grandson, even after everything that had happened. He wanted to have a son or even a grandson like young Aenar. He would pass on his legacy without any hesitation and could die peacefully, knowing that House Lannister would prosper. Unfortunately, the gods had not blessed him with such happiness.
And unlike Aerys, all his descendants, the great Lion of Casterly Rock, were useless in every sense of the word. The first was a young man with a knight complex and honorable. The second, a stupid, narcissistic girl. And the last... a monster.
He wondered if he had offended the Seven to be cursed with such bad sons and daughters, unworthy of inheriting their legacy.
"Did you invite me to this place just to call me a fool?" The man asked with a menacing tone, his black eyes staring at the Lion of Casterly Rock without fear, something few men on this continent could do.
"Balon, thank your Drowned God that I didn't send my fleet to attack yours as soon as I found out you'd rebelled again." Tywin said, not hiding his disdain when he heard the threat in the man's voice. Yes, standing before him was Balon IX of House Greyjoy, better known as the Twice Crowned.