Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 18 People in the Red Keep (Part )
As usual, the king and the captain of the royal guard were not present at the royal meeting that day.

The king has too many things to worry about, and the captain of the guard is undoubtedly accompanying the king at this moment, escorting him through the streets and alleys, so he must be very busy.

The meeting was chaired by the King's Hand, Jon Arryn, as usual. He had white hair and beard, but was in good health and spirits.

"How are the preparations for the Crown Prince's martial arts tournament going?" Right now the Crown Prince's martial arts tournament is the most important matter for the Seven Kingdoms. Even if the old Prime Minister is reluctant, he has to face this issue.

Once the notice was issued, knights from all over the country came to the royal city one after another. And every time a knight came, there would be free riders, as well as a large number of craftsmen, soldiers, businessmen, prostitutes, and thieves who would not miss this opportunity. King's Landing is so large that it already has a large population and its defense force can barely maintain itself. Now with so many people coming...

Since a few days ago, there have been numerous fights, murders, tavern riots, knife fights, robberies and rapes in King's Landing.

The king only spoke of adding honor to the crown prince's name day, but the entire royal city and ministers had to work hard and be busy for it.

"The funds have been prepared," the short finance minister Petyr Baelish stared at the old Prime Minister, his gray-green eyes showing a little helplessness, and answered with a smile, "The Lannisters of the Westerlands and the Tyrells of the Reach are very happy to help the event in the royal city. After this event is over, there may be a few copper coins left in the treasury."

The aged Grand Maester Pycelle looked up from his bench at the end of the long table, eyes half bleary, and continued, as if to follow up on Littlefinger's joke, "Lord Tywin and Lord Tyrell are very generous."

Little Finger replied, "Yes, it would be more generous if you could reduce the interest."

"Prime Minister," the serious Sea Lord Stannis Baratheon ended the teasing conversation at the parliamentary table. His face was tense, and his eyes under his thick eyebrows were like two wounds, deep blue like a black ocean. He said, "I have assigned twenty people from the guards to strengthen the capital guard as promised to maintain order in the city. Everything is fine at sea."

Lord Renly Baratheon replied, "If Lord Stannis were to become commander of the City Watch, the city would certainly need fewer men to maintain order."

Renly was dressed in green finery. He was tall and handsome, with black hair that fell to his shoulders and was always neatly combed. Renly knew how to dress well. He was considered to look very similar to King Robert when he was young. He also knew that when King Robert saw him, he would think of his younger self, so he dressed in court clothes to please the king. This undoubtedly made him more popular with the king than his serious second brother.

Stannis glanced sideways at his frivolous brother, irritated by the insinuation in his words. "You should learn to respect your brother, Renly."

"My apologies, Lord Stannis, my brother." Renly smiled apologetically. "I have a bad mouth. I should not compare you with a butcher's son."

"Renly," the old Hand's voice sounded. "How are things going with you?"

"Prime Minister, the twenty people I assigned have already taken up their posts. In addition, several people will be sent to the prison every day in the next few days." Renly is the king's minister of justice.

"Then there are no problems," the old Prime Minister said, ignoring the silent eunuch Varys in the corner, and changed the subject majestically. "My Lords, the preparations have been completed. I hope you will work hard and avoid any major problems."

After the royal conference ended, the old prime minister went to the royal court and sat on the Iron Throne. There was no other way. The king ignored the affairs of state, and the prime minister needed to handle state affairs on the Iron Throne on behalf of the king.

Westeros has had a tradition since ancient times that some disputes among nobles and even trivial matters among civilians need to be judged by the Iron Throne.

The king hated this, referring to financial matters as "counting pennies" and matters that required the king's intervention from the Iron Throne as "trivia."

It was already afternoon when the old Prime Minister returned to the Prime Minister's Tower after receiving the routine questions on the Iron Throne.

"Lord Stannis is waiting for you, sir," the guard Shufu told him.

The old prime minister heard this and his spirit, which had been exhausted by the complicated affairs, perked up slightly. He ordered: "Don't let anyone disturb us."

The old Prime Minister walked up the stairs to the tower. When he reached the large wooden door of the small hall in the tower, he heard some noise inside.

The guard Xiufu who followed was tactful enough to open the door for the old Prime Minister.

Behind the big wooden door was a long and narrow room with a towering dome. A group of women were gathered in a corner of a long bench dining table that could seat two hundred people.

In the center of the crowd sat the wife of the Prime Minister, Lady Lysa Tully, cradling her child, Robert Arryn, and scolding a young maid.

When the old Prime Minister entered the room, his wife was screaming coldly: "I told you that sweet Robin can't be exposed to the sun at noon, can't be exposed to the sun at noon, can't be exposed to the sun at noon! What did you do to him! I was only away for a moment, and you took him to the yard to endure the scorching sun! How could I not see that you were so cruel!"

"Madam, I..." The maid's voice trembled and she cried. "How dare you!" Madam Lysa interrupted the maid.

"What's wrong?" The women blocked the old prime minister's way and he had to go and ask.

Lady Lysa seemed to have just seen her husband. She stood up and held the child in her arms and cried, "They don't know how to take care of good Robin. Look, I've only been away for a while!" She held the child in her arms to show the old Prime Minister.

The old Prime Minister's only son, Robert Arryn, was already six years old, but he was short, pale, stunted, thin and small. His fine brown hair was covered with sweat, and he curled up in Lady Lysa's arms, sleepy and silent. A normal child would look like he was sick, but to him it was clearly just a normal look of tiredness from playing.

But Lady Lysa must have a reason for taking advantage of this opportunity. The old Prime Minister had already guessed the reason. He only asked, "Did you send someone to find the maester?"

"Maester, maester," Lady Lysa said with tears in her eyes, "If maesters were useful, my child would not be like this now."

Robert suffered from a disease that caused him to have seizures at the slightest provocation, and his maesters would often bleed him and give him painkillers.

The old prime minister asked worriedly, "What do you want to do?"

"You don't care about him!" Lady Lysa complained. "You just want to send him away, let them take him away from me."

"Of course I care about my children," the old Prime Minister said solemnly, a little fed up with her, "and no one wants to take our children away."

Lady Lysa stopped talking, her eyes turned red and tears kept flowing.

"Come here," the old prime minister called for help, "send the lady back to her room."

The maids surrounded Madam Lysa and left, leaving the maid who had been scolded earlier at a loss.

The old Prime Minister waved his hand at her and said, "Go find the old lady and find something else to do with her."

After dealing with the farce that was obviously led by Lady Lysa, the old Hand finally came to the private reception room in the tower to meet Stannis.

As soon as the old prime minister entered the room, the guards blocked the door.

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"Lysa, you have to tell me what you saw, so I can better help you with strategies to stop them from taking Good Robin away from you."

Littlefinger took the risk to meet with the Prime Minister's wife in secret, but he didn't come to listen to her crying. As the Chancellor of the Exchequer promoted by the Prime Minister, Littlefinger inevitably discovered that the Lord Admiral had been frequently entering and leaving the Prime Minister's Tower to have secret meetings with the Prime Minister recently, and that they had taken advantage of the Crown Prince's tourney to arrange their own servants to participate in the garrison of King's Landing - although this was a justified activity, because the King's Landing garrison was short of manpower, and the commander repeatedly asked the Lord Chamberlain for manpower, and in the end the Prime Minister, Stannis, and Renly each arranged their own servants to fill the staff.

But Old Jon and Stannis seem to have other plans. Regardless of their purpose, Littlefinger feels that he needs to know what this abnormal behavior indicates and whether he can profit from it.

"I can't enter the reception room. They kept it a secret from me!" Lady Lysa was still resentful. "They knew I would never agree to hand Sweet Robin over to Stannis. God, I can't imagine how much suffering my Sweet Robin would suffer under the hands of such a strict man like Stannis. I will never allow it! Not to mention that his daughter is an ugly monster. Sweet Robin will never marry her!"

"The Hand is planning a marriage with Stannis?" Littlefinger asked.

Lady Lysa said viciously, "As long as I am alive, I will never allow it!"

Littlefinger patiently guided her thoughts. "Why do you think so? It seems to me that even if the Hand admired Stannis, he would not want Robert Arryn to marry Shireen Baratheon?"

"That's what they think!" said Lady Lysa. "I know what the lords think. For the sake of the alliance, they will agree to any marriage. He thinks I don't know what he is thinking. He wants my good Robin to marry Stannis's monster daughter. For his plan - tell me, he wants to persuade the king to hand over my child's position as the Warden of the East to Stannis!"

"Oh, Lysa, darling." Littlefinger took her hand. "No matter what happens, I will stand by you."

Lady Lysa took advantage of the situation and snuggled into Littlefinger's arms. "Thank you, darling. I knew you loved me."

(End of this chapter)