Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord.

Chapter 138 The King Arrives
Cersei clutched the handkerchief tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning white from the effort. She cursed this damn journey in her heart, and cursed Robert for letting her come here.

Jaime rode a white horse, wearing gorgeous golden armor, guarding the side of the wheelhouse. He accidentally saw Cersei's gloomy face through the window, and hurriedly pulled the reins to let the horse under his crotch approach the wheelhouse where Cersei was.

"Cersei," he said in a low voice, trying not to be heard by others, "Don't be so unhappy. I'll come find you when we set up camp later."

Cersei turned her head and glared at him. "That's easy for you to say. This bumpy ride is almost swallowing me up."

Jaime smiled and said, "Be patient, dear sister. Besides, this journey is a small price to pay for killing Jon Arryn. Robert can only continue to hunt wild boars and find prostitutes if he finds a new Hand."

Cersei snorted coldly and said, "The price? You should be thankful. If I hadn't acted quickly, our heads would have been hung on the city wall. I just didn't expect Robert to give the position of Hand to the North. I thought the position of Hand would be given to my father."

Jaime sighed lightly, shook his head and said, "It's not that there is no chance. I don't think Eddard Stark wants to be the Prime Minister. So many ravens have not called him to King's Landing. These northerners always like to stay in their own place."

Just then, the little devil came waddling over on a pony.

When Cersei saw him, her face became even uglier. "Hmph, this ugly monster." After that, she slammed the curtains shut.

Jaime leaned slightly towards the window, "Cersei?"

Cersei didn't respond from inside the car.

The little devil looked at the closed car window, shrugged, and smiled at James: "It seems that our queen is in a very bad mood."

James smiled helplessly, "This journey is not easy."

The little devil raised his eyebrows and said with a hint of self-mockery: "I don't care. I'm not welcome anywhere anyway. It's just right for me to come to the North to have some fun."

James asked, "I heard you're planning to visit that damn place called the Wall?"

The little devil smiled and said, "Who knows, maybe there's also the famous Mole's Town. Of course, I must also visit the brothel in the Winter Town."

After saying that, the little devil turned his horse around and slowly walked away. James looked at his brother's back and sighed softly.

After another three days of trekking, the king's caravan finally saw the outline of Winterfell at dusk.

The afterglow of the setting sun gave this northern castle a warm golden edge, but it could not conceal its solemn and majestic aura.

Winterfell in the distance was like a giant beast rising from the earth, with towering walls and towers standing majestically. The direwolf flag flying on the wall danced in the wind, as if greeting the guests from afar.

As the convoy got closer, the sound of horse hooves and wheels became clearer in the silent air.

Robert stood up straight, his eyes fixed on the castle that was about to greet them, while Cersei still had a gloomy expression and showed no interest in the scene before her.

The king's motorcade entered the castle, the wheels making crisp sounds on the cobblestone road. Ned Stark, the Duke of Winterfell and the Warden of the North, had been waiting quietly at the castle gate with his family.

Ned was wearing a heavy fur cloak, his face was serious and solemn, his eyes showed determination and calmness.

Standing next to him was his wife Caitlin, who was wearing a dark green dress, elegant and dignified.

The eldest son Robb and his younger brothers and sisters stood beside their parents. The young eldest son inherited his father's perseverance and his mother's wisdom. He was dressed in armor and looked heroic. Sansa was wearing a pink dress, with her hands folded in front of her, a sweet smile on her face, and her heart was full of longing for court life.

Arya was wearing clothes that were easy for her to move in. Her hair was a little messy. Her eyes were lively and she kept looking around, seeming a little impatient.

Bran stood at the back, his small body wrapped in thick clothes, his eyes bright and clear, staring curiously at the approaching convoy in the distance.

Rickon was held in the nanny's arms. He didn't quite understand the importance of the scene before him. He just babbled and waved his little hands.

Behind them, the guards of Winterfell stood in neat rows with solemn expressions, ready to welcome the king. The whole scene was quiet and solemn, as if time had stopped at this moment.

Robert was riding on his horse. When he saw his old friend whom he hadn't seen for many years, he dismounted and walked over.

When the Stark family saw the king dismount, they all knelt down. Robert stepped forward, pulled Ned Stark up, tapped him lightly on the chest, and said with a smile, "You've gained weight, Ned."

Ned Stark bowed and said, "Winterfell is at your service, Your Majesty!"

The two smiled at each other and hugged each other.

Robert then greeted each member of the Stark family one by one, and Cersei also got off the carriage and greeted them politely.

After the queen greeted everyone, Robert said to Eddard impatiently: "Take me to your family's crypt, I want to show my respect."

Cersei, who was standing by, had a gloomy face after hearing this and wanted to say something but held back.

The cold and damp tomb was filled with the smell of decay. Robert and Ned walked slowly forward side by side. The dim candlelight flickered on the stone wall, reflecting their solemn faces.

"Ned, I sincerely hope you can serve as Prime Minister. I urgently need your help now. There is no one around me I can trust." Robert said eagerly and sincerely while taking heavy steps. His voice echoed in the empty crypt with a bit of anxiety and expectation.

Ned frowned, his eyes were solemn. He shook his head slightly and said in a low voice: "Robert, Stark belongs to the North, and the North cannot do without Stark. I have no intention of getting involved in the turmoil in the South." As he spoke, he took out the letter he had just received from his arms and handed it to Robert. "This is a raven message sent from the Stepstones to the Seven Kingdoms. The letter says that you sent someone to assassinate Daenerys Targaryen. Robert, is this true?"

Robert took the letter and glanced at it quickly. His face turned gloomy and terrifying in an instant, and veins popped out on his forehead. "Humph, yes, this is true, I have to do this! That remnant actually has a dragon, and her fiancé Gavin Bellerys even has a grown-up golden dragon and a fleet of the Stepstone Islands. This has seriously threatened the Iron Throne! Look! Now this Gavin Bellerys dares to arrogantly propose a duel with me in the letter. Obviously, he has long since stopped taking me, the king, seriously!" Robert waved his strong arms angrily, his eyes wide open, his teeth clattering, and roared, "I will smash his ignorant head with my own hands!"

(End of this chapter)