Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord.

Chapter 104 Death of the Prime Minister
The next morning, Jon Arryn woke up with a strong discomfort that almost suffocated him. He felt dizzy and as if an invisible mountain weighed a thousand pounds on his head. His whole body seemed to be hit hard by a heavy hammer, and every inch of his muscle was sore and he had no strength.

Even so, thinking of the many urgent matters that needed to be dealt with, especially the fact that the envoys to the Stone Steps Islands had not yet been arranged, he still gritted his teeth and forced his extremely weak body to stand up.

He stepped out of the room tremblingly, but after only a few steps, the dizziness like a tsunami came over him. The scene in front of him became blurry in an instant, the world was spinning, his legs went weak, and he sat down on the cold ground powerlessly.

The waiter beside him saw this and was panicked. He rushed forward to help him up and asked in a trembling voice, "Sir, are you okay?"

Jon Arryn's face was as pale as paper, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He waved his hands with great effort, and said in a weak and intermittent voice, "It's okay. I just feel a little uncomfortable. It should be because I didn't get enough rest last night."

With the careful help of the waiter, he slowly returned to the house like a candle in the wind. Lysa Tully heard the noise and hurried over, her face full of concern and anxiety, her eyes full of worry.

She walked quickly forward, held Jon Arryn's hand tightly, and whispered softly with an undisguised tremor in her voice: "My dear, what's wrong with you?"

Jon Arryn's eyes were blurry, and he responded weakly, "I don't know what happened. When I got up today, I felt dizzy and weak all over."

Hearing this, Lysa Tully turned around and sternly said to the waiter, "What are you still standing there for? Go and get Grand Maester Pycelle!"

The waiter was so frightened that he trembled all over and quickly replied, "Yes, ma'am, I'll go right away." Then he ran out like a gust of wind.

Lysa Tully quickly ordered someone to fetch warm water and gently wiped Jon Arryn's forehead herself. She looked so careful, as if she was protecting a rare treasure, but in the depths of her eyes, a hint of excitement and pleasure flashed across her eyes imperceptibly.

In Maegor's Holdfast, Cersei was furious, her face flushed red, her eyes seemed to be able to spit out raging fire, and she angrily asked Littlefinger Petyr: "Why hasn't that old thing died yet? If he doesn't die, you can't expect to get any benefits from the Lannister family!"

Petyr bowed slightly, his expression still as calm as water, and said calmly: "Your Majesty, please calm down. Stabbing with a dagger or poisoning directly would have too much impact. Once it is discovered, I am afraid we will not be able to escape the blame. But now, his life and death are in your control. Isn't he sick? If he is sick, he will take medicine. We just need to tamper with the medicine a little bit, and we can kill him without anyone noticing, and it will not arouse others' suspicion."

Cersei's expression eased a little after hearing this, and her tense mouth corners relaxed a little. Gradually, a smug look slowly appeared on her face. She walked towards the window, and Petyr's voice came from behind her: "Queen, you don't have to worry. Everything is under your control."

Cersei stopped walking, turned slowly, stared at Petyr with eyes as sharp as swords, and said coldly: "Then do you think it is appropriate to let Jon Arryn lie dead for a few more days?"

Petyr bowed humbly and said respectfully, "It all depends on your will, Queen. He will go to see the Seven Gods whenever you want him to."

After saying this, Littlefinger stood with his head down, like a submissive servant, quietly waiting for Cersei's further instructions. Cersei narrowed her eyes and fell into deep thought.

In the following days, Jon Arryn's physical condition deteriorated rapidly. He lay in bed, his face as pale as the earth, his appearance as withered as a leaf in late autumn, and his former awe-inspiring majesty and powerful strength had long since disappeared. He occasionally woke up from his coma for a short time, and when he woke up, he shouted at the top of his lungs to send someone to find Robert.

Lysa Tully always said indifferently: "His Majesty has gone to the Royal Forest to hunt. We have sent people to chase him, but we don't know when he will be back."

However, every minute and every second of waiting seemed extremely long and torturous. Jon Arryn's condition became more and more serious like a flood that broke through a dam, and his breath became weaker and weaker, like a candle that was about to be extinguished in the wind.

Finally, on a gloomy, depressing and dull day, Jon Arryn's life came to an end. He used up his last bit of strength and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Strong!" Then, he slowly closed his eyes, and the room suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

Lysa Tully stood by the bed, her face showing no trace of the sadness she should have, but instead a hint of elusive, chilling pleasure.

Dragon Flame Bay

In the spacious dragon cave, a tense atmosphere permeated the dim light. Three little dragons fought fiercely for a piece of tender meat.

They opened their tiny mouths, showing their sharp teeth, and roared and chirped threateningly at each other. The sound was sharp and piercing. They flapped their wings, which had not yet grown fully, and their tiny tails lashed the ground like whips, splashing up clouds of dust.

Just as they were fighting fiercely, Viserion, who was twice their size, rushed out like lightning.

It pounced forward, its strong and powerful body knocked the three little dragons away, then opened its mouth wide and bit the piece of meat. Then, it spurted out a stream of blazing flames from its mouth, instantly enveloping the meat, which sizzled and became half-cooked.

Viserion then began to chew with satisfaction, a satisfied gurgling sound coming from his throat, and the chewing movements were powerful and fast.

The three little dragons were unwilling to have their food taken away from them, and they roared angrily at Viserion, their small bodies trembling slightly with anger. They opened their mouths again, revealing their sharp teeth, and continued to make threatening "hissing" sounds in their throats, as if protesting against Viserion's overbearing behavior.

However, in this chaotic moment, a deafening roar came from outside the dragon cave. This sound seemed to carry endless majesty and power, making the entire dragon cave tremble.

Then, a huge golden dragon flew in. Its huge body exuded a chilling aura, and its golden scales shone brightly in the weak light.

The four little dragons that were still fighting suddenly became quiet. They stopped talking, and the anger and provocation in their eyes disappeared, replaced by deep fear. They quickly curled up their bodies, trembling and hiding in the corner, not daring to breathe.

(End of this chapter)