Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord.

Chapter 154 Your Majesty invites you
Gavin soon found Margery and told her that he was leaving. Margery was reluctant to leave and offered to see her off, so Gavin had no choice but to agree.

The two of them came to the deserted forest again, and the breeze blew their hair. Margaret looked at Gavin reluctantly with tears in her eyes and said, "Gavin, you must be careful."

Gavin hugged Margaery tightly and said, "Don't worry, Margaery. No one can hurt me with Blazing Shadow here."

Margaery nodded and said, "I'll wait for you in Highgarden."

Gavin let go of Margaery and turned to walk towards Blazing Shadow. He rode on Blazing Shadow and flew away. Margaery looked at his back until he disappeared into the sky.

After leaving Highgarden, Gavin flew towards the Narrow Sea. In less than half a day, the body of Blazing Shadow appeared again in the sky above the Narrow Sea.

At this time, the weather at sea was gloomy and covered with dark clouds, as if a huge black curtain was covering the sea. The sea breeze was howling, raising layers of waves, and the sea was surging, showing a deep blue, like an endless abyss, which was daunting.

Gavin looked down from the air, roughly determined the route, and flew north. He stared at the sea below with sharp eyes like a hawk. In his vision, the waves rolled, and the white waves rose and fell, forming a sharp contrast with the gloomy sky.

There are only three direct routes from Braavos to King's Landing. Gavin guessed that the ship Littlefinger was on would never deviate from its route or change its destination midway.

Before this, Gavin ordered Hassan to take the warships to block those routes. He believed that as long as these routes were guarded, Little Finger would not be able to escape.

The gloomy narrow sea was covered with dark clouds, as if a heavy lead sheet was pressing on the top of the head, making people feel depressed and suffocated. The sea breeze was howling, blowing violently on the sea surface, raising layers of huge waves. The waves were surging, like ferocious beasts, constantly hitting the passing ships.

Twenty brand new sailing warships sailed southward in a tight formation, the ships heaving and pitching in the waves, their sails rustling in the wind.

Petyr Littlefinger sat in the cabin, his face as pale as paper. Although he often took a ship, this voyage was very tormenting for him, and his stomach was churning and he felt extremely uncomfortable.

However, thinking of the results of this trip, he was still very satisfied. Robert asked him to come to the Iron Bank for a loan and asked him to buy warships in Braavos. With Littlefinger's eloquence, he successfully borrowed 100,000 gold dragons. He used all the money to buy 20 sailing warships and hired a group of sailors who obeyed his orders.

He believed that when he returned to Westeros, these warships that were already fully manned would most likely not be replaced by people sent by Stannis, but would be directly incorporated into the royal fleet. In this way, these warships would serve him in disguise.

However, thinking of the letter that had already arrived in King's Landing, Littlefinger was still a little anxious. Catelyn had already arrived in King's Landing, but had failed to create a conflict between Ned Stark and the Lannisters. Thinking of that stupid woman, he just wanted to go back as soon as possible to complete his plan.

Just as Littlefinger was thinking about his plan, the hatch was suddenly pushed open, and his servant hurried in, looking flustered and speaking incoherently: "My lord, you'd better go and have a look. There are three ships blocking the channel ahead. They may be pirates!" Littlefinger endured the discomfort, got up and followed the servant to the deck. At this time, heavy rain poured down, and the big raindrops hit the deck, making a crackling sound. Under the gloomy sky, there were three sailing warships lying across the sea in the distance, blocking their way.

The captain also hurried over and said to Littlefinger, "Lord Petyr, it's too far away to see the flag clearly, but it doesn't look like pirates. Pirates rarely have sailing warships, most of them are longships. Not only are they all sailing warships on the other side, but the one in the middle is too big."

Little Finger frowned, looking at the warships in the distance, his heart full of doubts and vigilance: "What's going on? Is it the royal fleet? Why are they blocking our way? Do they want to rob us? Or do they have other purposes?" Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but he couldn't be sure. "Anyway, we have twenty warships, let's get closer and take a look." He decided to stay calm and make a decision after observing the situation.

Before Littlefinger could make any move, the three warships on the opposite side suddenly turned and quickly approached Littlefinger and his men.

As the distance gradually approached, Littlefinger finally saw the pattern on the other side's flag clearly - a ball of blazing flames. The only one who could appear in the Narrow Sea and fly this flag was the King of the Narrow Sea - Gavin Belleris.

Littlefinger suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, his heart filled with fear and shock: "Damn it! How could it be Gawen Belleris's warship? How did he suddenly appear here? Someone leaked the news that I went to Braavos, who was it?"

He never expected that Gavin's warship would appear here, and all kinds of terrible thoughts immediately emerged in his mind: "Will Gavin and his dragon be here too? Is he here to seek revenge? I once hired someone to assassinate Daenerys, although it was Robert's order, but who knows if Gavin will hold it against me? He is so powerful, what should I do?" Thinking of this, his face, which was already pale due to seasickness, became even paler.

The twenty warships did not bring Littlefinger any sense of security, but made him feel even more helpless. He knew very well that these warships might be vulnerable in the face of Gavin Belleris's powerful strength. Not long ago, hundreds of warships from four trading city-states were burned by him. These twenty warships were just a matter of a few breaths of dragon flames from the dragon.

The warships gradually approached but did not launch an attack.

After struggling for a moment, Little Finger said to the captain, "Don't be impulsive. Wait until they get closer and see what their purpose is before making a decision." His voice trembled slightly, trying to hide his inner fear.

As the warship gradually approached, the figure on the deck became clearer and clearer. Little Finger's heartbeat accelerated rapidly, and his heart was filled with uneasiness and anxiety. He stared at the opposite side, his hands clenched unconsciously, and his palms were full of sweat.

Finally, the two warships slowly came together. The sailors of the other warship threw ropes and then firmly fixed the two ships together. Little Finger and his hired sailors could only watch and dare not resist. He knew that any rash action at this time might bring disaster.

Finally, he saw a familiar figure appear on the deck of the other warship. He hurriedly pretended to be calm, tried to force a smile, and walked forward.

Hassan looked expressionlessly at Littlefinger, who was smiling and welcoming him, and said coldly, "Lord Petyr, His Majesty invites you."

(End of this chapter)