Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

"Lord Robert is resting."

Maester Komon said respectfully.

This bachelor who has served the Ayrin family for more than ten years has a thin physique, thin hair, and a heavy bachelor's necklace hanging on his slender neck, which makes people worry about being pulled off.

"But Your Majesty wants to see him." The knight said, "Go and wake up the Duke."

Bachelor Komon hesitated for a moment, then said:

"The child's physical condition is very bad. I'm afraid it will be difficult to accept the news of his mother's death."

"But he will know sooner or later," the knight said.

"But he's only eight years old..."

"He is the Duke of the Eagle's Nest City, the master of the valley."

With a worried sigh, Maester Komon had to hold on to the iron ring and enter the door.

The room was pitch black, only the sound of someone sniffing in the dark could be heard.

"Mother?"

"I am Komon, Your Excellency the Duke."

"Comeon, do you have sweet milk? I want it."

"My lord, you just drank, um, sweet milk."

"But I still feel bad, give me another drink."

"No, my lord. Don't drink too much sweet milk. Get up quickly, His Majesty Caesar is coming to see you."

"No! I want sweet milk!" cried Lord Robert in a high-pitched voice.

Komon walked to the window in the dark and drew the curtains aside. The yellow sunset shone in, and the thin diamond-shaped glass panes were blurred by frost.

"No! Don't open the window!" cried Lord Robert more fiercely. "The sun is too bright! My head hurts!"

Maester Komon turned around and looked at the Duke of the Eyrie City on the bed with pity.

The valley owner was covered with a woolen blanket from the waist down and was naked. His complexion was pale, his hair was as long as a girl's, his hands and feet were pitifully thin, his chest was soft and sunken, his stomach was small and flat, and his eyes were always red and sticky.

"Okay, okay, sweet milk. As long as you get up and get dressed, I'll prepare it for you." Bachelor Komon had to agree.

"Really?" Robert stopped his clamor and wiped his drooping snot with the back of his hand. "I'd like two glasses of sweet milk."

"Okay, two cups." Maester Komon knew he couldn't refuse, and he couldn't let the duke get sick when he met the king. "My lord, is your nose bleeding?"

"No. Just a little itchy."

Maester Komon stared at his nose for a while, until the other party yelled impatiently before clapping his hands for the maids to come in.

While they were dressing the young duke and tidying up the chambers, Maester Comedon mixed two cups of "sweet milk" for Robert to drink.

Only now did the Duke of Eagle's Nest settle down, and he stopped clamoring that he had a headache.

"Where's my mother?"

Maester Komon didn't know how to answer this question either.

In his opinion, the young duke was actually a poor man.

Although his temper is grumpy and stubborn, Maester Komon knows that this child has been weak since he was a child and suffers from epilepsy. He lost his father not long ago, and now he is about to lose his mother...

"You'll know as soon as you go to the hall." Maester Komon walked out holding Duke Robert's hand.

The cold wind howled outside, as if the gods were sighing endlessly.

Chen Xue piled up in the courtyard, and countless icicles hung down from the steeple, like sparkling crystals.

But Lord Robert was pale and his eyes were red, but fortunately his hands were not shaking.

Maester Komon only hoped that His Excellency the Duke would survive the time before the King without falling ill.

Entering the hall, Duke Robert breathed a sigh of relief when the heat from the fireplace rushed towards his face.

He looked for his mother in the crowd, but obviously failed.

Fortunately, he still understands etiquette, so he didn't make any noise, but obediently stepped forward and saluted the king on the high platform:

"Honorable Your Majesty Caesar, welcome to Eagle's Nest City."

"Robert." Samwell looked down at the flamboyantly dressed but precarious child, "I have some news for you."

"Please speak."

"I have helped you find the real culprit who killed your father, Duke Jon, and she has already received the punishment she deserved."

"The real murderer of my father?" Robert looked up in confusion, "Isn't it the Red Viper?"

"No. The Red Viper is just a scapegoat. The real culprit is 'Littlefinger' Petyr Baelish and your mother. They conspired to poison and kill your father. Your mother also admitted it herself just now, and all the knights in the hall can testify."

Duke Robert opened his mouth wide, as if he was listening to a fairy tale, and after he realized it, he immediately started to yell:

"Impossible! Impossible! You lied to me! I want my mother! Give me back my mother! Give me back my mother..."

Robert yelped and fell with a thud, and his limbs and torso twisted and hunched in convulsions.

Bachelor Komon hurried forward to hold the Duke down, and stuffed the handkerchief into his mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue.

The knights of the Ayrin family looked at this scene with complicated eyes.

It was no secret that Lord Robert was weak and sickly, and no one could rest easy when such a boy became Lord of the Vale.

However, some people secretly went to look at the king on the high platform, thinking about the reason why the other party deliberately stimulated Duke Robert and made him fall ill in public.

After a while, Duke Robert stabilized a little under the comfort of Maester Komon, but his eyes were dull, and his body still twitched from time to time.

"Take him down to rest." Samwell ordered.

The maids left the hall with the Duke in their arms.

Some people thought they had guessed the king's intentions, and immediately stood up and said:

"Your Majesty, given Robert Arryn's physical condition, he may not be qualified for the position of Duke of the Eyrie. Therefore, for the stability of the valley, I hope you can remove his title and let someone more suitable take the position."

Samwell glanced at the speaker expressionlessly, and asked:

"Who do you think is more suitable?"

"According to the line of succession, of course it is Sir Harold Hatton."

Although it seemed very strange for a knight of the Hatton family to inherit the title of the Ayrin family, according to the order of succession, it was true.

Duke Jon Arryn married three times, but the first two wives failed to leave him any heirs, so his nephew Albert Arryn was considered the heir to the Eagle's Nest City until the mad king Aerys cut his head.

Then the Reaver War broke out, and another heir of Duke Jon died on the battlefield.

Fortunately, after the war, the old Duke Tully of Riverrun married his eldest daughter Lysa Tully to Duke Jon in order to strengthen the Osprey Alliance.

After many miscarriages, Lady Lysa finally gave birth to Robert Arryn with great difficulty.

If the child is removed from the title, then the right to inherit can only be picked from the collateral blood.

Back then, the younger sister of Duke Jon married into the Waywood family and gave birth to eight daughters and a son.

However, the boy was kicked in the head by a horse and died at the age of three, and smallpox claimed the lives of two more girls.

The remaining six daughters were also ill-fated. Some had smallpox and survived but were left with serious scars, so they could only go to a monastery to die alone. All of them were snatched away by the savages of the Bright Moon Mountains, and only the youngest daughter married into the Hatton family under the Waywood family and gave birth to a son, Harold Hatton.

Although this person's surname is Hatton, from the point of view of matrilineal blood, he is the first heir to the Duke of Eagle's Nest City.

Before Duke Tywin Lannister was in charge of King's Landing, he wooed the Waywood family like that, and appointed Countess Anya Waywood as the guardian of the valley. In fact, the real purpose was for this Harold Hatton.

However, after Samwell came to power, he removed Mrs. Anya's post and handed over the post of guardian of the valley to Earl Anda Royce.

Therefore, the smart knight didn't know that he was flattering and slapped the horse's leg.

"What mistake did Robert Arryn make? So serious that I should deprive him of his title?" Samwell asked coldly.

"Your Majesty, I'm just worried that if something happens to Duke Robert..."

"Then wait until the Stranger actually comes to the door." Samwell said.

Now everyone understood the king's intention completely, and no one dared to speak out.

Samwell continued:

"And haven't I appointed Lord Anda Royce to be the guardian of the valley? Before Robert Arryn comes of age, he will take charge of the authority of the valley. Bachelor Cormon, send a bird to Runestone City, let Earl Anda as soon as possible Come to Eagle's Nest City."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"And how did you treat Lord Robert's epilepsy?"

"I usually drink sleeping poppy milk for him, and bleed him every few days. When the situation is bad, I will add some sweet sleep flowers to the milk. The Duke likes this kind of sweet milk the most."

Samwell raised his eyebrows and said:

"Petyr Baelish, 'Littlefinger' taught you to give Robert the Sleeping Blossom, didn't he?"

"How do you know?" Maester Komon looked up in surprise, "Yes, Your Majesty. It was Lord Petyr who taught me a very useful method. Of course, I also know that sweetsleeper is poisonous, but it is indeed very effective. Great to appease Duke Robert's condition. And I'm careful to add only a handful each time..."

Samwell curled his lips and said:

"Have you forgotten what Petyr Baelish did to Jon Arryn? And expect him to take care of Robert Arryn's health?"

Maester Komon's face froze immediately.

Samwell continued:

"From now on, sweetsleep can no longer be used. Bloodletting must also be stopped. Poppy milk can be given to Robert Arryn, but the dosage must be controlled. Epilepsy itself is not fatal, but it needs to be used during seizures. Let someone take care of you, just don’t let him hurt yourself.”

After hearing this, Bachelor Komon was embarrassed and said hesitantly:

"But...Your Majesty. What if the Duke insists on giving him Sweet Sleeping Flowers? He can't do without that thing now..."

"This is exactly what Littlefinger wants." Samwell said, "You must help Robert Arryn get rid of these harmful things, otherwise he will never live long."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Bachelor Ke Meng also secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

To be honest, every time the Duke was given that "sweet milk", he was terrified.

Moreover, he also saw that compared to Harold Hatton, who was backed by the Waywood family, the king was obviously more willing to let Robert Arryn continue to be the Duke of Eyrie.

Of course, this duke is just a puppet, and it is actually Earl Royce who is in charge of the valley.

He's the one the king really trusts.

After explaining some more matters, Samwell waved his hand to make everyone retreat.

However, Bran Stark did not leave.

He looked at the king and asked:

"Your Majesty, how do you know that the real culprit who killed Duke Jon was Lady Lysa?"

Samwell smiled slightly, but did not answer this question, but asked instead:

"Can't you fly freely in the long river of time? Didn't you find the answer?"

"You overestimate me." Bran shook his head slowly, "I can't fly 'freely'. I can only have some green dreams. I can see some past and future things in my dreams, but only fragments , not all."

"Green vision?"

"Yes, that's what the children of the forest call them."

Samwell looked at the other party with great interest, and asked again:

"Then have you ever been to the catacombs of Winterfell in your dreams?"

"No." Bran shook his head slowly.

Seeing the suspicion in Samwell's eyes, he added:

"I like to climb up, not down."

Samwell smiled noncommittally, and didn't know if he believed this set of rhetoric, but he didn't get entangled in it, but instead asked:

"You also know that a dragon's egg was stolen in King's Landing. Tell me, did you see a picture of it in your dream?"

"Your Majesty, is that why you insist on bringing me to King's Landing?"

"Yeah." Samwell nodded, "At least it's one of the reasons."

There was a green light in Bran's eyes, and he didn't know if he was remembering or entering the so-called green dream.

Samwell's pupils shrank slightly, and powerful spiritual power spread out in the void like an octopus, as if trying to capture some kind of fluctuation.

After a moment, Bran's eyes returned to their original blue.

"Your Majesty, your dragon egg was stolen by a young man."

"Oh?" Samwell asked, "describe his appearance."

"Yes." Bran described what he saw in the green dream, but added, "Your Majesty, there are also traps and fog hidden in the green dream, which can only be used as a reference."

"I understand." Samwell nodded thoughtfully.

The young man Bran described just now was the son of the Sea King from Braavos——

Bruce Antalion.

But this matter itself is full of weirdness, not to mention, he is wary of Bran Stark, or Bran Stark controlled by the "Three-Eyed Raven", so this answer is really just can be used as a reference.

What is the real situation, he has to check it out himself.

"Go back and rest early." Samwell said, "Tomorrow we will start early, and we should be able to reach King's Landing before dark."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Bran bowed and saluted, then called Hodor and asked him to leave the hall with his back on his back.

Samwell quietly watched the two people disappear outside the door, his gray eyes gradually turned green, and finally turned completely like emeralds.