Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 80 The conspiracy resurfaces
Littlefinger had received the warning message from the Governor of Pentos and he thought the most favorable time had come.

With only 30,000 light cavalry of Rahalo, it is simply not enough to occupy Westeros. May the Seven Gods bless them and hope that they can fight to a mutual defeat.

The only good nobles are dead nobles.

His original plan was to wait for Ned to discover the truth himself, and then find an opportunity to kill him and provoke a war between lions and wolves.

With a better opportunity than the battle between lions and wolves, he no longer wanted to wait for Ned to discover the truth himself, so it was necessary to give him a hint in advance.

Littlefinger thought to himself, "If Prince Joffrey and King Robert stood together, it would be hard to believe they were father and son. One is as radiant as gold, the other as black as a raven."

"It's not uncommon for a child to look like their mother."

"Of course, bloodline is something that is hard to predict."

Littlefinger glanced vaguely at the book "Genealogies and Histories of the Principal Nobles of the Seven Kingdoms" in front of Ned.
"You are quite knowledgeable about aristocratic genealogies?"

"It's just entertainment," Ned said cautiously.

"Grand Maester Malleon's 'Genealogies and Histories of the Principal Lords of the Seven Kingdoms.' I can't imagine a more dull read. Yet you and Lord Jon Arryn seem to be interested in it."

Little Finger took the book in front of him, opened the page, and said casually:

"But then again, Lord Jon Arryn, as I know him, doesn't seem like someone who would be interested in such things, unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless he's deliberately searching for something." Littlefinger pointed at a chapter. "I heard that the last thing Lord Jon investigated before his death was the king's bastards."

Ned stood up and walked to Littlefinger, looking at the page he was pointing to, which was the chapter recording the Baratheon family.

Littlefinger continued, "I remember what Lord Jon kept muttering before he died...

Ah, yes, a strong caste.

At the time, I thought it was just the last words of a dying man, but now I think it might have meant something else."

He snapped the book shut and handed it back to Ned.

"I apologize for the rambling," he said, bowing slightly. "Enjoy the tourney, Lord Eddard. If you need any assistance, please let me know."

After Littlefinger left, Ned recalled that his daughter Sansa had said something similar a few days ago: "Joffrey is nothing like the drunken king."

He didn't think much about it at the time, but now these words echoed in his mind like thunder!
Ned returned to the table, opened the book, turned to the chapter on the Baratheon family, and a sinister premonition welled up in his heart.

Meleon records the last union between a stag and a lion, when Thea Lannister married Gwyn Baratheon, over ninety years ago.

He was the third child in his family. Their only child was an unnamed baby boy who died young. Melion's book describes him as follows:
"He's big, eats a lot, and has a full head of black hair."

Thirty years earlier, a Lannister man married a Baratheon girl.

She gave birth to three daughters and one son, all of whom had black hair.

No matter how Ned traces back through these yellowed pages, when gold meets charcoal black, there is only the fate of surrender!

Jon is investigating the king's bastards, all of whom have jet-black hair.

The three children of the royal family all have blonde hair and blue eyes.

Strong caste!
This conclusion chilled Ned to the bone like ice water!
If his suspicions were correct, then Joffrey was not Robert's child, let alone Tommen and Myrcella.

Then, the legitimate heir to the Seven Kingdoms would undoubtedly become Robert's younger brother Stannis Baratheon!

This is the secret Jon Arryn discovered, and it's the secret that could kill him!
If the Lannisters killed Jon Arryn to keep this secret, then he is in the same danger now!

Worse still, if the queen and her children are truly usurpers, then the entire kingdom is in danger!
He could not remain silent about such deception, but he also could not allow the Seven Kingdoms to fall into another civil war!
The shadow of Bran flashed through Ned's mind. He was pushed off the tower and then assassinated. Did he accidentally see something he shouldn't have seen?
And now, it seemed he had seen something he shouldn't have. "Jory!" Ned wrote a letter and sealed it with wax. "I need you to leave immediately and return to Winterfell. Tell Robb to prepare for war!

Send the letter to Ser Herman Tallhart and Ser Galbert Glover, commanding them to station a hundred archers each at Moat Cailin to prevent any army from crossing the Neck.

Furthermore, order Lord Manderly to fortify White Harbor."

"Sir, are we going to fight?" Qiao Li looked surprised.

"I never want to do that," Ned sighed, "but if the Lannisters are dishonest, we must be prepared!"

After sending Jory away, Ned called "Fat Tom" Thomas and took out a sealed paper from his sleeve.

"Please deliver it to the Queen immediately. Also, double the guards," he said with a serious face. "No one is allowed to enter or leave the Tower of the Hand without my permission."

"Master, we are very short of manpower..."

"Not for long. My duty hours will be extended temporarily."

"Yes, sir," replied Tom. "May I ask—"

"Better not," Ned said, and went to the godswood alone.

The sacred forest was deserted at this time, as it always was in the castles of the southern gods.

The heart tree here is a brown oak. Although there is no face carved on it, Ned can still feel the presence of the old gods he believes in.

He didn't know how long he waited in the godswood. The thick walls blocked out the noise from the castle, and the only sounds were the chirping of insects, birds, and the rustling of leaves.

She did not arrive until sunset, and as she lifted the hood of her brown cloak, Ned noticed a faint bruise on her cheek.

This is the mark left by the king when he was angry.

"Why are you here?" Cersei Lannister looked arrogant, her curly golden hair flying in the wind, and her green eyes were like lush leaves in midsummer.

"So that the gods in heaven may bear witness."

Ned Stark looked at the most beautiful woman in the Seven Kingdoms, "I have discovered the cause of Jon Arryn's death."

"Is that so?" the queen asked, examining his face. "Lord Stark, what does this have to do with me?"

"If you really thought so, you wouldn't have come." Ned touched her cheek gently. "Has he ever hit you before?"

"Once or twice, but never in the face. Otherwise, even if he couldn't save himself, Jaime would fight him to the death!" Cersei dodged Ned's finger and looked at him provocatively. "My brother is a hundred times better than your friend!"

"Your brother? Or your lover?"

"Both."

Cersei made no secret of it, and showed no strangeness, "We have been together since we were young. Why not? In order to maintain the purity of the Targaryen bloodline, brother and sister have been married for three hundred years.

James and I are not just brother and sister, we are actually two halves of the same life, and we share the same womb!

He carried me on my feet into this world. When we are together, I will feel complete."

After saying this, a smile crossed Cersei's lips.

"What about my son Bran...?"

Cersei didn't shy away from the question. "Who allowed him to see us together?" she replied. "You love your children very much, don't you?"

"I love them with all my heart." Ned gritted his teeth. "I already know that Joffrey and the others are all Jaime's children!"

(End of this chapter)