Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord.

Chapter 103 Poisoned Wine
Jon Arryn walked towards the Prime Minister's Tower with steady steps. The sunlight shone on him, but failed to dispel the solemnity between his brows, which was as tight as a thick cloud.

However, just as he was about to step onto the steps leading to the Prime Minister's Tower, he suddenly stopped. His eyes instantly became deep, as if he remembered something extremely important, and then he turned around decisively and hurriedly walked towards the residence of Grand Maester Pycelle.

Jon Arryn stepped into Pycelle's room, which was filled with the unique smell of old books and herbs. Pycelle was sitting at a table piled with scrolls and books, concentrating on studying something. Hearing footsteps, he slowly raised his head, the wrinkles on his face became deeper due to nervousness, and there was a hint of panic in his eyes.

"Grand Maester Pycelle." Jon Arryn's voice was low and powerful, echoing in the slightly cramped room.

Pycelle stood up tremblingly, his slightly hunched body swaying slightly due to old age, and responded: "Prime Minister, I wonder why you suddenly come here this time?"

Jon Arryn stared at him intently, and said straight to the point, "I need detailed records of the children of nobles. Do you have any?"

Pycelle thought for a moment and asked slowly, "Sir... this, this record of noble children... I wonder what specific aspect you want? Is it the marriage situation or the family inheritance?"

Jon Arryn frowned and asked, "I want all of them. Are there many books like this? Just the ones that mainly introduce the great nobles will do."

A trace of thought flashed across Pycelle's cloudy eyes. He trembled and fumbled among the bookshelves for a long time. Finally, from a pile of books that almost buried him, he took out with great effort a huge book that was so heavy that it almost bent his arm.

"My lord, I wonder if this book, Genealogy and History of the Principal Nobles of the Seven Kingdoms, meets your requirements?" Pycelle said as he handed the book over carefully, as if it were an extremely precious and fragile treasure.

Jon Arryn took the book and quickly flipped through a few pages. His face became increasingly gloomy, and he said, "Excuse me, Maester Pycelle. I would like to borrow this book for a few days."

Pycelle nodded quickly, beads of sweat rolling down his wrinkles. "Of course, sir, you can borrow it anytime. If you have any other questions, you can ask me again."

Jon Arryn nodded and left.

There was silence in the Tower of the Prime Minister at night. Jon Arryn sat in front of a large table, the faint candlelight flickering in the darkness, illuminating his solemn face.

Outside the window, the night was as dark as ink, so thick that it seemed to swallow everything. Not a single starlight could penetrate the thick night, only a dim moon loomed behind the clouds, casting a hazy glow.

The room was so quiet that one could hear the slight "crackling" of the burning candles and the occasional sound of Jon Arryn turning pages. The thick and boring "Genealogy and History of the Major Nobles of the Seven Kingdoms" was spread out in front of him, and the yellowed paper and blurred handwriting seemed to tell the vicissitudes of time.

Jon Arryn read attentively, his brows furrowed, his eyes moving between the lines, trying to find the answer he was looking for in this complicated record.

Not long after, he finished reading the book, slowly closed it, and sighed deeply.

"Strong breed," Jon Arryn muttered to himself, thinking of what he had just seen.

Every bastard of the Baratheon family recorded in the book has hair as black as night.

More than ninety years ago, the last union between the stag and the lion occurred when Tia Lannister married Gwen Baratheon, the third child in his family. Their only child was an unnamed premature baby boy, described in Melion's book as "big, with a good appetite and a full head of black hair."

Thirty years earlier, a Lannister man married a Baratheon girl. She bore him three daughters and a son, all with black hair. No matter how he traced back through the thin, yellowed pages, gold would always yield to black.

He stood up, stretched his stiff body, and slowly walked to the window, staring outside. The night was still dark, like an endless mystery that enveloped the entire world.

Jon Arryn's eyes wandered in the darkness, hesitating. At first he had fantasies, but now he had solid evidence.

His hands unconsciously clenched the windowsill, his knuckles turning white from the force. The breeze brushed across his face, but it couldn't calm the turmoil in his heart.

Just as Jon Arryn was lost in thought, Lady Lysa Tully pushed the door open gently.

She held a pot of wine in her hand, her face full of concern, but deep in her eyes there was a hint of barely perceptible panic.

"Jon, it's so late, don't tire yourself out." Lysa said softly, with tenderness and concern in her voice. However, her hand holding the wine jug seemed to tremble slightly unconsciously.

Jon Arryn turned his head and looked at his wife. There was a touch of kindness in his eyes. He smiled and said, "It's nothing important, just some government affairs. I will go to rest now."

Lysa Tully walked forward and poured Jon Arryn a glass of wine, which glowed a strange red in the candlelight.

She consoled him, "If there are any troublesome matters, please let the Imperial Council handle them. You must take care of your health."

Jon Arryn looked at Lysa, his heart filled with relief. He took the wine glass and drank it all.

"Don't worry, ma'am, I know my body well." After saying that, he gently patted Lisa's hand.

He said, "My lady, I have an idea. Robert's child is growing up. I think it will be better for his future if he is sent to Stannis to be raised."

Lysa Tully was extremely reluctant, but she still hid it and said, "My dear, the child is still young and not in good health. How about... wait until he is a little older?"

Jon Arryn frowned, thought for a moment and said, "Stannis can indeed give Robert better instruction and training. Madam, I understand your reluctance, but this is vital to Robert's future."

There was a flash of anxiety in Lysa Tully's eyes. She held Jon Arryn's arm tightly and said, "I really can't bear to see him leave me at such a young age. Give me some more time, dear."

Jon Arryn looked at his lady, feeling a little reluctant, but he finally nodded: "Okay, then let's wait until he is older."

Then, the two smiled at each other and left the room together. But Jon Arryn didn't notice that after he turned around, a crazy and determined look flashed across Lysa's face.

(End of this chapter)