Uncle, today… today did you bring cake?"
Tommen swallowed hard, asking in a small voice.
Still growing, he felt like he could never fill his stomach.
"The cake… the cake sold out. Next time, Uncle will bring you some!"
Tyrion Snow hung his head, trying to avoid Tommen's expectant gaze, his face filled with guilt.
Even now, working the most dangerous and dirtiest job as a Dragon Guard, he still couldn't feed his family of four in prison!
However, before Tommen could reply, Joffrey Baratheon, his face red, urgently pleaded, "Uncle, Myrcella had her first moon today. She… she wants a clean cloth!"
Hearing this, Tyrion Snow felt even more ashamed, wishing he could find a hole to crawl into.
Compared to the malicious little boy in the original story, Joffrey, having endured the hardships of prison, could now instinctively look after his younger siblings!
And that word, "Uncle," made Tyrion Snow's hand, which hadn't trembled after a day of shoveling dragon dung, shake almost imperceptibly.
"Tyrion, any news of Jaime?"
Cersei Lannister, as usual, sat straight-backed not far from the bars.
Every time Tyrion Snow came to deliver food, she never forgot to ask.
"None!"
Tyrion Snow sighed helplessly.
At this moment, his sister Cersei's entire hope rested on her brother, Jaime Lannister.
But Tyrion knew that for them, no news was the best news.
Currently, all the nobles and commoners who wanted to pledge allegiance to Viserys Targaryen were watching them closely, waiting for the kingslayer to walk into their trap.
"I heard… I heard Stannis was defeated!"
Cersei Lannister clasped her hands tightly, trying not to let her body tremble from fear.
"I heard from other cellmates that the trial has already begun, and Grand Maester Pycelle was beheaded by Viserys Targaryen!"
At these words, the three children's little faces instantly turned pale, and they even forgot to swallow the food in their mouths, staring blankly at their uncle Tyrion!
At this moment, Cersei Lannister had long lost her pride as a queen.
That deep-seated, deliberate hostility towards Tyrion had also been dulled by the harsh environment of the dungeon and the hungry eyes of her children.
In the past, she rarely looked directly at Imp.
Even if their eyes met occasionally, she would quickly look away.
But today, she still tried to move her body, inching closer to Tyrion Snow: "Will we… die?"
Facing the direct gaze of her three children, Cersei Lannister still tried her best not to let her tears fall.
However, her trembling body ultimately could not hide her fear of death.
Facing his sister Cersei Lannister's question and the expectant gazes of the three children, Tyrion Snow still braced himself and explained, "No, Jaime… Jaime will definitely come!"
Listening to Tyrion Snow's comfort, Cersei Lannister finally calmed down.
Of course, she believed Jaime would not abandon her.
But thinking of Viserys Targaryen, who could defeat the God of Winter head-on, the hope in her heart extinguished once again.
As Tyrion Snow routinely put down the food and prepared to turn and leave, an extremely dry, hoarse voice sounded from behind: "Thank you…"
Hearing this, Tyrion Snow's footsteps suddenly froze in place.
It was his sister Cersei!
A strange silence fell over the dungeon.
The children made no sound, and Tyrion Snow didn't turn around.
He stood with a hunched back in the dim light, his figure appearing unusually tired and unusually complex.
"I often blamed you for my mother's death…"
Cersei Lannister couldn't help but sob softly.
Days of imprisonment and the fear of death had finally broken this strong mother.
She was no longer the proud queen, but a pitiful woman afraid of death!
Listening to his sister Cersei's apology, Tyrion Snow couldn't help but tremble all over.
He stood there for a long time before replying softly in an equally hoarse voice, "Cake… there isn't much left in King's Landing either. Tomorrow, I'll try to find some soft cloth."
No forgiveness, no sentimentality, just a bland reply.
But after that sentence, the ice that had long stood between the hearts of the Lannister siblings seemed to shatter quietly at that moment, accompanied by an almost inaudible, choked sob from deep within the dungeon.
Tyrion Snow continued to walk forward, trying not to let his tears fall.
His footsteps echoed in the empty corridor.
He knew that tomorrow, and the day after, he would still come.
Perhaps just for those few calls of "Uncle," perhaps for that faint "Thank you" as light as dust.
But he didn't know how many more times he would be able to deliver food!
"This damned world!"
Tyrion Snow couldn't help but curse.
For ordinary people, family affection might be fleeting.
But for Tyrion Snow, it was so cruel!
This was the first time he had felt family affection other than from his brother Jaime Lannister, but he had no way to save his family.
"Tyrion, you can do it!"
Imp lay on the table, fiercely tugging at his silver-gold hair.
"How on earth can I rescue my sister's family from the all-powerful Viserys Targaryen?"
Tyrion Snow was almost on the verge of madness.
Suddenly, he saw another familiar Dragon Guard's back in the Dragonpit—Jon Snow!
He, originally named Aegon Targaryen, was the son of Crown Prince Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark, a legitimate heir of the Targaryen Family!
But fate was cruel; Viserys Targaryen did not recognize the private marriage between Prince Rhaegar and Lyanna Stark and declared him a bastard.
After all, if Viserys Targaryen acknowledged the legitimacy of their marriage, wouldn't Young Aegon and Rhaenys Targaryen become bastards?
This was something that neither Viserys Targaryen nor Prince Doran of Dorne could ever accept!
Therefore, both of them were forced to become one of the low-ranking Dragon Guard, tending to the Targaryen Family's dragons and cleaning the Dragonpit.
Perhaps being accidentally trampled to death by a dragon one day was their shared destiny!
"It was I who sacrificed all of a woman's future to save House Stark, not you!"
Sansa Stark, beside him, pointed at Jon Snow's nose, livid with rage, and sneered, "And you, you're busy being a dung boy!"
Facing Sansa Stark's accusations, Jon Snow, as the bastard brother, remained silent like a timid turtle.
He also hadn't expected to be Rhaegar Targaryen's son, nor had he expected his uncle Ned Stark to raise him at such great risk.
And his identity as Rhaegar Targaryen's legitimate son would bring even more uncertainties to House Stark, who had raised him!
Tomorrow, the members of House Stark would be put on trial!
"Woman!"
Tyrion Snow suddenly widened his eyes, overjoyed.
"How could I forget my old trade!"
Imp excitedly slapped his thigh, muttering, "Actually, convincing a man doesn't require defeating him at all!"