Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

King Robert's voice was loud and resonant, like the bells of a cathedral.

He seemed to have made a very important decision in his heart, and then couldn't wait to bring his adoptive father, Lord Jon Arryn, the Duke of the Eyrie and now the Lord Hand of the King, over for his advice.

Robert relied heavily on the old duke because he was brave, honest, and wise.

If the Duke hadn't bravely spread his wings to protect his two adopted sons before the War of the Usurper began, and instead succumbed to the 'Mad King,' Robert and Eddard would both be nothing but bones by now.

There would be no King Robert and Lord Eddard Stark as we know them today.

Therefore, Robert respected and relied on the Duke very much, and would consult his opinion on whatever decisions he made.

In Eddard Stark's words.

"Perhaps only Jon Arryn could keep Robert in check in this world. Even Robert's dead biological parents couldn't reform this bastard."

However, the white-robed knight frowned slightly upon hearing the king's words, but remained standing still.

"Ok?"

"Hurry up and go!"

Robert's anger surged again when he saw that Barristan had not immediately carried out his orders. He stared intently at the white-robed knight and questioned him.

However, Sir Barristan remained unmoved, his gaze fixed on the king, who was still furious, like an enraged brown bear.

He then sighed softly and spoke calmly.

"Your Majesty, have you forgotten... that the Prime Minister has been away from King's Landing for over a month?"

The Baratheon dynasty was established, but the Seven Kingdoms were not unified. Dorne did not submit to the new king, and even the Greyjoy family of the Iron Islands did not come to King's Landing to express their submission.

And now.

As the Lord Chancellor, the Duke devoted himself wholeheartedly to cleaning up the wounds inflicted by the war that lasted for more than two years and swept across the entire continent of Westeros.

The country has overcome the devastation of the new king's coronation and is finally back on track, but it has not yet recovered to the state it was in before the Targaryen Wars.

The problem of Dorne remained a thorn in the side, becoming an issue that the new dynasty had to resolve.

So, a little over a month ago...

The Duke, having finally made all the necessary preparations, took Prince Levin Marty's remains with him and embarked on his journey to Dorne for peace negotiations.

He attempted to quell Dorne's anger over the deaths of Prince Lewyn, Elia Martyr, and her son Aegon.

However, what Ser Barristan Selmy did not expect was that the old duke, at such an advanced age, would still travel thousands of miles to Dorne for the sake of national unity.

The king, who sat in King's Landing enjoying himself every day, forgot about this, or perhaps he never even remembered it.

Since Lord Jon Arryn left King's Landing, the king has indulged in debauchery, gambling, and womanizing, neglecting all state affairs.

They were all piled up, waiting for the Duke to return so they could be dealt with.

"Ok?"

"Lord Jon Arryn has already left King's Landing?"

Upon hearing the white knight's blunt words, King Robert's slightly plump face was clearly filled with astonishment, and his anger subsided considerably due to this interruption.

He truly couldn't remember it.

But after hearing Barristan say that, it seems... I have a slight impression of it.

It turned out to be the case.

King Robert suddenly realized the truth.

No wonder the old man hasn't come over to persuade him to stop just indulging in eating and whoring.

It turns out he had already left King's Landing for Dorne.

Chapter 42 Argument

"Since... the Prime Minister has already left King's Landing, then there's no need to trouble him with this matter."

The slightly overweight king choked for a moment, but then shook his head and continued speaking.

He turned his head and looked at Grand Scholar Paisell, who was sitting on the ground groaning and pausing, and his eyes widened slightly.

"Pretentious!"

"Get up right now!"

Although Robert Baratheon had only been on the Iron Throne for six months, having removed his armor, his physique had inflated rapidly, as if a balloon had been blown up.

However, the rapid accumulation of fat could not eliminate his once-impressive muscles; it merely temporarily concealed them under the fat.

Even after gaining weight, King Robert was more imposing than when he was on the battlefield. With just a glare of his copper bell-like eyes, the Grand Secretary Paisell, who was sitting on the ground pretending to be serious, trembled and hurriedly got up.

"His Majesty."

"Send a letter immediately to summon all vassals; I will personally attack Dragonstone!"

King Robert roared, unable to tolerate the Targaryens continuing to live. He had thought that once the royal fleet was built, sailing across Blackwater Bay and conquering Dragonstone would be a piece of cake.

After all, the newly built royal fleet was built with an almost bottomless pit of golden dragons. Robert Baratheon had envisioned the fleet to be the largest on the entire continent of Westeros in order to consolidate the seas.

Its overall strength has even surpassed that of the once-powerful Iron Fleet.

The size, tonnage, and number of soldiers of the Baratheon family's fleet far surpassed those of the Dragonstone fleet. Moreover, many of the warships in this Targaryen fleet stationed on Dragonstone were already old and dilapidated.

Naval combat tactics and soldier quality are secondary; the most important thing is the strength of the warships. If the ships are big and sturdy enough, they can be invincible. It all comes down to hard power.

The outcome of a clash between such a well-invested and powerful fleet and an outdated one is obvious.

But Stannis thus sank the royal fleet to the bottom of the sea, and Robert, in addition to his anger, also felt a deep sense of threat.

I don't know why.

Robert, who had been sitting on the Iron Throne for only half a year, had already changed significantly from the brave and fearless Duke of Storm's End he once was.

It's not just about body shape.

Now Robert roars in fury, demanding that all the nobles loyal to him be summoned to attack Dragonstone.

Upon hearing King Robert's words, the white-haired and white-bearded Grand Secretary Paisell stood there dumbfounded.

Although everyone in the Red Keep knew that the King was a free spirit and unrestrained, or to put it bluntly, impulsive and reckless, no one expected that King Robert would be so crazy.

Dragonstone Island is a small island with a harsh environment and a sparse population; at most, it consists of only a small fishing village.

Was such a small island worth King Robert's expense and the mobilization of all his vassals to attack?

"His Majesty..."

Grand Secretary Paisell was slightly flustered, his lips trembling, and he tried to say something.

And at this time.

The captain of the Imperial Guard, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up.

"His Majesty."

Ser Barristan Selmy, one hand on the hilt of his sword, his pure white cloak trailing on the ground, looked into the king's eyes with a slight frown.

"The only ones who escaped to Dragonstone were a widow and her child."

"They pose no threat to your location."

Now, almost the entire continent of Westeros, from the Wall to the South, is in Robert's hands. Hand of the King, Jon Arryn, has also gone to appease Dorne, and it is believed that the Seven Kingdoms will soon be unified.

The orphans and widows on Dragonstone had no manpower or resources, only a dilapidated fleet, and posed no threat to the safety of Westeros.

"You don't need to make a big fuss over a child and a woman who can't even kill a chicken; it would damage your honor."

Although he now serves Baratheon, he has never told anyone that he once swore an oath that he would not be loyal to Robert if he saw Robert smiling when Tywin Lannister displayed the body of Rhaegar's child.

and.

Nothing in this world could stop him from killing Robert.

Not harming women and children is the honor and bottom line that Barristan Selmy adheres to as a knight.

However, Barristan's words were like a fuse that lit a powder keg, instantly igniting King Robert's fury.

"I didn't explain it clearly to you before, so I'll explain it again now!"

"Lord Barristan Selmy!"

"I want them dead! Both mother and child must die! I don't want to see any of the evil dragon's offspring continue to live in this world!"

The enraged King Robert was like a furious brown bear, his stiff fur bristling, spitting saliva far out, glaring at Barristan, hoping to intimidate him with his imposing presence.

However, the white-robed knight's eyes narrowed slightly and his brows furrowed. He was not intimidated by the king's imposing presence and continued to look into the other's eyes.

Grand Secretary Paisell was terrified by the situation before him and hurriedly began to offer his advice in a trembling voice.

"His Majesty."

"Seven kingdoms are at your feet, and you can easily gather countless knights, but the knights' warhorses cannot swim across the sea."

The white-haired Grand Secretary was on the side of the Imperial Guard Captain.

However, he wasn't acting out of a sense of honor or the belief that women and children shouldn't be harmed. In fact, he didn't object to killing Queen Leila and Prince Viserys to prevent future troubles. He even received news that Viserys had already been crowned on Dragonstone.

But in his opinion, King Robert was making a mountain out of a molehill.

Moreover, there is another important issue that has been discussed before: the Baratheon dynasty does not currently have a fleet, which is why it is investing heavily in building one.

Now that the newly built royal fleet has been completely destroyed, Baratheon has temporarily lost his desire for the sea.

Scholar Paisell spoke in a trembling voice.

"Earl Redwin's fleet suffered losses and has now returned to Qingting Island to rest."

"As for the Iron Fleet..."

“You seem to have forgotten that Baron Greyjoy of the Iron Islands has yet to come to King’s Landing to submit to you.”

As Grand Secretary Paisell spoke, he kept an eye on King Robert's expression, trying to use tactful language to avoid offending him.

Then he was told about the current situation: King Robert no longer had a fleet capable of fighting, and the seas were now a place where the remnants of the Targaryen could come and go as they pleased.

...

And the next day.