Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 81 The Secret That Cannot Be Told

"Thank the gods." Cersei snorted, looking nonchalant.

Ned was surprised that the queen would actually acknowledge this, so he asked, "How come you have been married for over ten years and don't have any children?"

"Robert got me pregnant once," she said, looking up with a haughty air, her tone filled with contempt, "and my brother found a woman to get rid of the child for me, and he never knew it.

To be honest, I can't stand him touching me. We haven't had sex in years. And whatever we do, the king is usually so drunk that he forgets everything the next day."

Ned felt sick to his stomach.

Are the others blind?

The facts are clearly written on the children's faces, but they turn a blind eye!

"I still remember Robert's appearance on the day he ascended the throne. He looked like a king," he said gravely. "Thousands of women would have loved him wholeheartedly. What did he do to deserve such hatred from you?"

Cersei was like an enraged lioness. "On our wedding night, when we slept together for the first time, he reeked of alcohol, yet he called out your sister Lyanna's name!"

Ned Stark thought of the blue rose, and a wave of sadness came over him. "I don't know whether to pity you or him."

The queen seemed to find this quite amusing. "Lord Stark, you should save yourself the energy of feeling sorry for me. I don't need it."

"You know exactly what I must do."

"What must be done?" She suddenly stretched out her hand and slowly moved it along his shoulder to his chest. "A real person always does what he wants to do, not what he has to do.

It will be many years before Xiao Qiao reaches adulthood, and the country needs a strong prime minister."

She brushed her fingers over Ned's face and hair again, her tone teasing, "If friends can become enemies, why can't we turn enemies into friends?
Your wife is thousands of miles away, Ned, be kind to me, and I swear I will never let you regret it."

Ned looked at Cersei's beautiful and pure face. No one would have thought that under this beautiful appearance, there was a vicious heart hidden.

"Is this what you proposed to Jon Arryn?"

"Snap," Cersei slapped Ned.

"I'll take this as a badge of honor," Ned said coldly.

"Screw your honor," she spat. "Stop being so sanctimonious! What do you take me for? You have a bastard yourself; I saw it with my own eyes. I wonder who his mother is?"
Was it some farm girl whose home you burned down and then raped? Maybe a whore?

Or that grieving sister, Miss Ashara?

I heard that after you returned Arthur Dayne's Dawn to her, she drowned herself. Why?

Is it because of the brother you killed, or the child you stole?
Tell me, most honorable Lord Eddard, what is the difference between you and Robert, or me, or Jaime?"

"If nothing else," Ned said, "I don't kill children. My lady, please listen carefully. I will only say this once.

After the tourney, I will tell Robert all the details. But before then, you must go, and take the children with you, all three of them.

Do not return to Casterly Rock. If I were you, I would take a ship to the Free Cities, Slaver's Bay, or even further, to the Summer Isles or Ibbenport, as far as I could get.

It would be best if your father and brother go together. Lord Tywin has enough wealth to provide you with a comfortable life and even hire someone to protect you.

You will need it, I promise. Robert's wrath will follow you wherever you flee, to the ends of the earth."

"And what about my anger, Lord Stark?" she whispered. "I promise you, too, that this will be resolved. A Lannister, a debt must be paid!"

After saying that, Cersei pulled up her hood to cover her swollen face and hurried away, leaving Ned standing alone in the shadow of the oak tree, and the surroundings returned to silence.

...

On the third day, Ned had just approached the camp when he heard roars coming from the tents, which stopped him in his tracks.

"Are you mad?" Cersei's voice was shrill and piercing. "You still want to participate in the team competition? Do you think you are still the Robert of the past? I'm not underestimated, but you can't even climb onto the horse now!"

"Shut up, woman!" Robert roared. "I am the King. I do what I please without your dictating."

"If you died in the tournament, it would be the perfect wish of many." Cersei's voice gradually turned cold. "You are too fat to even wear armor. Participating in a team tournament would be a disgrace to the royal family!"

"Woman, get out of the tent!"

Then, there was the sound of smashing and banging in the tent, followed by silence, with only the king's heavy breathing.

At this time, the tent curtain was lifted, and Cersei walked out. She passed by Ned and glanced at Ned with a provocative look.

Is Cersei still gone?

The bad relationship between the couple, coupled with Robert's arrogant character, will probably make all of Cersei's suggestions fall on deaf ears.

While thinking, Ned lifted the curtain and walked in, and saw that the king's face had turned purple.

"Ned, you're here!" Robert cursed without any intention of concealing his anger. "That damn woman tried to stop me from participating in the group competition and got angry at me. It would be best if she died of anger!"

"Your Majesty, the group competition has nothing to do with you. Don't forget that you are the king." Ned reminded.

"Ned, I tell you something!" Robert sighed, "I've often dreamed of giving up my crown, taking my warhorse, holding my hammer, and sailing to the Free Cities!

Fighting, adventuring, drinking and having fun, that's how I should live my life! Becoming a mercenary king, the bards will surely love me to death!
You know why I can't do that right now? Because the thought of Joffrey sitting on the Iron Throne with Cersei telling him what to do...

Can you imagine that's my son?
Damn it, he cried like a damned little girl after being hit twice by your Arya! How could I raise such a useless son?

Ned looked at the king who was talking incessantly, his thoughts surging like a tide.

In the past, he might have thought that the person standing before him was just a warrior bound by royal power, venting his dissatisfaction.

But now, he already knew that Joffrey was not Robert's bloodline at all, and had no Baratheon bloodline.

But if this secret were to be revealed, the Seven Kingdoms would be plunged into turmoil. Ned could even foresee the coming of the storm.

He has been caught in a dilemma.

But he couldn't let Joffrey inherit the throne, couldn't let Lannister's illegitimate son ascend the Iron Throne, and couldn't betray his best friend and king!

Robert continued to complain, "Have you seen the son of Mace Tyrell? He's called the Knight of Flowers, and he's always victorious in the tourney. Anyone would be proud to have a son like him!"

In the last duel, he made the King Slayer fall hard on his butt, haha!

You should have seen Cersei's face then. I laughed so hard my stomach hurt. Renly said, Loras has a brother, Garlan, who is better than him in every way! He also has a sister, as beautiful as a golden rose in the morning light, tsk tsk..."

Ned didn't hear the king's second half of the words at all. His will was stronger than ever.

He wants to expose the truth!

"His Majesty……"

"His Majesty!!!"

At this moment, a knight wearing a Baratheon black and gold cloak rushed into the tent, knelt on one knee, and said in a hurried tone:

"News has arrived from Essos! The Dothraki King Rhaelor defeated the Golden Company's 10,000-man army on the outskirts of Pentos and has stationed his troops in Pentos!"

(End of this chapter)