Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord.

Chapter 139: Wolf-Deer Marriage
Ned looked at Robert with disappointment and confusion in his eyes. He tried to persuade him earnestly, "Robert, no matter what, you shouldn't have sent people to kill the brother and sister. Besides, the girl is just a child. Such behavior is really disgraceful. What do the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms think of you?"

Robert's eyes widened with rage when he heard this, and he almost roared, "Glory? Ned, have you forgotten how your sister Lyanna died tragically at the hands of Rhaegar? Were the actions of the Mad King and his son Rhaegar honorable? You can't rule the Seven Kingdoms with glory alone. After this trip to the North, I plan to attack the Stepstones. I need your help, Ned. A king cannot be without a prime minister."

Ned's eyes flashed with pain for a moment after hearing this, and then he said: "Robert, of course I haven't forgotten, but I will never use such despicable means of assassination to deal with an innocent child. You have really changed after becoming king. You would never do this before. Let the child go, Robert. With the army of the Seven Kingdoms, they can't take anything away from her."

The two of them refused to give in to each other and started arguing fiercely, with their words becoming more and more intense. However, after a few words, they were like deflated balls, falling into a suffocating silence. The tomb was terribly quiet for a while, with only the faint flickering of the candlelight and the slightly heavy breathing of the two people intertwined.

After a long time, Robert finally broke the oppressive silence. His eyes slowly fell on an exquisitely carved female stone statue, his eyes revealed endless affection and remembrance, and his voice became soft and sad: "All the remnants of the Dragon family deserve to die, and the blood debt they owe must be repaid."

After hearing this, Ned remained silent, just lowered his head slightly with a complicated expression.

Robert took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. His tone was much softer. He patted Ned on the shoulder and said, "Ned, ever since Jon left me, I feel that King's Landing has fallen into chaos. Everyone in the council has their own purpose. I am surrounded by Lannisters and yes-men. I have always been the only one who has caused Jon the most trouble. Now that he has left me, I really need your help. Help me, Ned. You are the only person I trust the most."

His eyes were full of sincerity and eagerness, and his voice trembled slightly in the cold tomb, with a hint of imperceptible fragility.

Ned looked at Robert, his expression complicated and tangled, his brows tightly furrowed, his eyes revealing hesitation and struggle.

After a long while, he sighed and said helplessly: "Okay, Robert, I need to discuss this with Catherine. After all, this is not just my business."

Robert's eyes flashed with joy, and that joy was like a beam of bright light, dispelling the haze on his face. He held Ned's shoulders tightly, with such strength that it seemed as if he wanted to convey all his expectations and trust in his heart. "Ned, I know you won't abandon me. I plan to marry our two families, my heir Joffrey and your daughter Sansa. I think Catelyn will agree."

Ned was silent for a long time, various thoughts and possible situations flashing through his mind. Finally, as if he had made a great decision, he nodded slowly and said, "In that case, Robert, then I will do as you say. I hope our decision will bring happiness to the children."

Robert showed a satisfied smile on his face, which looked particularly brilliant under the dim candlelight: "With the cooperation of the wolf and the deer, the kingdom will be back on track."

The two looked at each other, and in this gloomy tomb, the atmosphere finally eased a little.

Just when Robert was leisurely visiting the North, indulging in hunting and wine, enjoying the peace and leisure.

In the disputed area far across the Narrow Sea, a completely different and tragic scene was presented.

The flames of war raged like a demon, devouring everything. The towns of Myr and Tyrosh were breached one after another, with flames shooting into the sky and black smoke billowing.

Countless treasures, money, food and supplies were plundered, and slaves were driven onto ships by soldiers and became the spoils of the victors.

The once busy shipyards along the coast have now become ruins, with broken walls swaying in the wind. Tyrosh and Myr, with no troops, can only defend the city, looking at the tragic scene outside in despair, but unable to lend a helping hand. Their hearts are bleeding, and anger and helplessness are intertwined.

Malachor received many requests for help and sent out troops to rescue them anxiously. However, facing the long coastline, they were always one step behind.

When the reinforcements hurriedly arrived, all they saw was a charred ruin with the remaining smoke telling of the catastrophe that had just been experienced.

Even when the reinforcements were insufficient, they were met with ambushes and roaring dragons in the sky.

Faced with the army that landed casually on the coast, the angry Malachor was anxious and sent letter after letter urging the Volantis fleet to arrive as soon as possible.

Over the past few days, his face was distorted by excessive anxiety and anger, veins bulged on his forehead, his eyes were bloodshot, and every wrinkle was filled with anxiety and uneasiness.

But he could only pace back and forth in the tent, cursing Gavin's army and the delayed fleet.

At this time, Tyrosh and Myr also began to have deep doubts about Malachor's command ability. Complaints and accusations came one after another like a tide. If Volantis' fleet had not arrived yet and the battle situation was undecided, I am afraid that the Three Cities Alliance would have been dissolved long ago.

At the same time, in the Stepstone Islands, Boris received Gavin's order and took action without stopping.

He either used forceful conscription or hired people at great expense to mobilize all available ships to support Gavin's increasingly urgent transportation capacity.

Ships of various sizes and shapes shuttled back and forth on the sea, busy transporting the astonishingly large amount of spoils.

Seeing the Governor's Office's big move and the rich spoils that kept coming in, the entire Stone Steps Archipelago seemed to be thrown into a shocking boulder, stirring up a thousand waves. In the streets and alleys, people gathered in groups of three or five, whispering to each other, speculating about where the lord had gone to war again, and judging from the amazing gains, it was obvious that the situation was extremely favorable to them.

Some well-informed businessmen swarmed in and hurried to the Governor's Palace like sharks smelling blood.

There was a gleam of greed in their eyes, and they were eager to get a share of this huge profit.

Margaery Tyrell, who happened to be visiting here, and Quentyn Martell, who came from Dorne, also noticed something strange about the Stepstones and sent people to inquire about the news.

(End of this chapter)