Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord.

Chapter 155: The Embarrassed Petyr
When Little Finger heard this, his heart skipped a beat. When he heard the word "Your Majesty", he realized that it was Gavin who came in person.

But at this moment he did not dare to ask more, and could only smile awkwardly and said, "Long time no see, Commander Hassan, I'll be right there." His voice trembled a little, and his steps seemed a little shaky. Under Hassan's gaze, he carefully stepped onto the Belleris.

Littlefinger followed Hassan tremblingly to a luxurious captain's room and saw Gavin Belleris sitting on a high seat.

Gavin's eyes were sharp, like a sword piercing people's hearts, and he exuded a majestic aura that made people shudder.

Littlefinger was the first to bow respectfully, and said in a respectful tone: "Your Majesty, it is my fault for not congratulating you on your coronation as King of the Narrow Sea."

After hearing this, Gavin said in a mocking tone, "Lord Petyr, you are very busy with government affairs. I understand you very well. I wonder why Lord Petyr came all the way to Braavos instead of staying in King's Landing?"

Little Finger bowed slightly, his waist bent very low, and answered carefully: "Your Majesty, I was ordered to come to the Iron Bank to borrow money and purchase warships."

Gavin snorted coldly, then asked: "On whose orders did you come?"

Beads of cold sweat instantly appeared on Little Finger's forehead, and beads of sweat slid down his cheeks. His lips trembled slightly as he said, "Your Majesty, by order of the Imperial Council."

Gavin sneered and said nothing. Petyr turned even paler. He trembled and said, "It was the order of the usurper."

Gavin said coldly, "It seems that Lord Petyr is very loyal to the usurper. Some time ago, someone tried to assassinate my queen, Daenerys Targaryen, and the murderer confessed that you found him and paid him."

After hearing this, Littlefinger turned pale, his eyes were filled with fear, his body trembled uncontrollably, and he stammered, "Your Majesty, I would never dare to send someone to assassinate Queen Daenerys. This is under the order of the usurper, and I have no choice."

Gavin slammed the armrest and shouted, "You dare not? You even dared to collude with Cersei Lannister and Lysa Tully to poison the former Prime Minister Jon Arryn."

After hearing this, Littlefinger's legs weakened and he almost collapsed to the ground. His voice trembled like a leaf in the wind as he said, "Your Majesty, I did this because I was threatened by Cersei Lannister."

Gavin did not answer but stared at Little Finger coldly, his gaze seemed to penetrate his soul, as if he could see through all his thoughts. The atmosphere in the room was extremely tense, as if the air had frozen.

Little Finger gradually calmed down. He took a deep breath and calmed down his emotions. Then he knelt down and said to Gavin solemnly: "Your Majesty, I am willing to give these warships as a gift for your coronation and serve you from now on."

Gavin smiled after hearing this, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, and said, "I believe in Ser Petyr's character. We once had a good cooperation. You once provided me with dragon bones and spoke for me in the royal meeting."

Petyr quickly said, "Yes, Your Majesty, it is my honor to serve you."

Gavin nodded slightly, then said, "For now, I need you to return to King's Landing and deliver a letter to Cersei Lannister. Also, I think you have a way to convince her to do to Robert what you did to Jon Arryn."

Petyr shuddered when he heard this, but he suppressed his fear and responded respectfully: "Yes, Your Majesty. I will return to King's Landing as soon as possible and convince Cersei."

Gavin said coldly, "Petyr, I won't bother you with another letter to the usurper. I will find someone to deliver it for me in a month."

Petyr nodded helplessly and said, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will have a good talk with Cersei and make sure everything goes well." Gavin said coldly, "Very good, I believe you can handle these things. As long as you do things well, Robert will naturally not receive this letter." Then he waved his hand to signal Petyr that he could leave.

Petyr bowed again and said, "Thank you for your trust, Your Majesty. I will do my best to live up to your expectations."

After saying this, Petyr retreated cautiously, and his figure gradually disappeared from Gavin's sight. Gavin stared at his back coldly, his eyes as sharp as a hawk, until he was completely out of sight.

Hassan at the side asked respectfully at this time: "Your Majesty, do you want me to send him to King's Landing? After all, this man is very cunning. If he takes the opportunity to escape, it may cause unnecessary trouble."

After hearing this, Gavin slowly shook his head and said firmly, "Don't worry, just send two people to follow him from a distance and find him a ship to King's Landing. He is reluctant to give up his position and power now, and he will not run away easily."

Gavin paused, and then continued, "Send these twenty warships back, and carefully interrogate the sailors on board to make sure there are no problems before taking them back."

After hearing this, Hassan bowed again and replied, "Yes, Your Majesty. I will strictly follow your instructions and ensure that there are no mistakes in every link." After that, Hassan turned around and left quickly to carry out Gavin's order.

Gavin stood there, lost in thought involuntarily.

Petyr is a sinister person. Once he gets a chance to breathe, he will try every means to get rid of me.

However, all Petyr could rely on were his intrigues and eloquence, which were nothing compared to absolute power.

Petyr is still useful at the moment and he plays a driving role in all events.

As soon as Robert dies, Gawan plans to make Petyr's secret public, without even having to do it himself.

Two days later.

Petyr was rudely thrown onto a merchant ship bound for King's Landing from Pentos. In addition to transporting some goods, the merchant ship also earned the fares of the passengers.

The cabin was filled with a disgusting mixture of smells, a mixture of the salty smell of sea water, the stench of rancid cargo, and the stench of people's sweat.

The space was extremely narrow and crowded, with passengers shoulder to shoulder. Noisy voices, children's crying and the sound of cargo colliding came one after another, merging into a chaotic clamor.

Petyr struggled to make his way through the crowd, trying to find a slightly comfortable position, but found it crowded everywhere. He tried to negotiate with the captain for better conditions and promised to reward the captain generously when he returned to King's Landing. However, the captain did not dare to agree when he learned that Petyr was sent by the warship of the King of the Narrow Sea.

Petyr reluctantly came to the dark cabin on the lower floor. It was so damp that water seemed to seep out of it. Faint light struggled to penetrate through the cracks, only dimly illuminating the outlines of the people around him.

Petyr curled up in a corner, his clothes were filthy, his eyes lost their former shrewdness and confidence, replaced by helplessness and despair, he could only endure it all silently.

(End of this chapter)