Within a small tent in the wilderness were the most powerful people in the court.
The King sat high, with the Queen Cersei and the Crown Prince Joffrey seated on either side. Below them, Ser Barristan, Ser Jaime the Kingslayer, and others were also prominent figures in the court.
The King had brought half the court on this trip, but perhaps by coincidence, most of these people were on good terms with the Lannisters.
Everyone looked at the King.
King Robert unfolded the letter, and the next second, he turned instantly red from his neck to his forehead.
The letter in his hand was almost crushed.
"Damn it! They all deserve to go to the seventh layer of hell! I've only been gone a few days, just a few days, and such a big thing has happened in King's Landing!"
"This is my kingdom, my court!"
No one else in the tent dared to speak. After all, the King had just seen the news of his second brother's death.
Although the two brothers were not close, whether out of the King's dignity or a big brother's responsibility, no one doubted whether King Robert's anger at this moment was real or fake.
The King's anger did not subside on its own.
"The laws of the Seven Kingdoms and the bonds of blood do not allow me any mercy. The murderer must be severely punished!"
"Let him understand that fury is unleashed!"
"I will personally smash his head! Flatten his family and hang him in the ruins of his castle!"
"My warhammer hasn't decayed yet!!"
The King paced back and forth, venting for a long time, and finally calmed down a bit.
"How do we find the murderer? The real murderer, not that foolish beggar! You all speak up."
Everyone looked at each other.
The old and strong Ser Barristan mentioned some doubts.
"Logically, even if the guards neglected their duties, at least they were prepared. With Duke Stannis's skill, he shouldn't have been injured by an ordinary child at all."
The King also didn't quite understand the reason.
"That smuggler next to Stannis thinks it was some kind of sorcery that made the beggar invulnerable to swords and made armor like cloth. But he couldn't produce any evidence, which is ridiculous."
Joffrey, of course, knew why.
The Magic Energy of the Solid Rune made people invulnerable to harm and made the knife tough and sharp enough to break armor. The Fire Magic Energy ensured that Stannis had no chance of survival.
To be safe, he had specifically attached a Mirror Image of the Solid Rune to the knife. After realizing the assassination was over, he immediately destroyed the Mirror Image, and the knife also returned to its original ordinary state, leaving no trace of evidence.
Now this caution was paying off; no one believed Stannis died from mystical forces.
Everyone couldn't think of a good idea for a while and had to remain silent.
After a long time, Tyrion stepped forward.
"Your Majesty, it is difficult for us to see the truth here. It would be better to order Earl Petyr and Varys to investigate thoroughly in King's Landing."
"Given Lord Stannis's tough style, finding the murderer will obviously require a lot of effort."
"This is their specialty."
The King looked at the others, "Does anyone else have any opinions?"
Tyrion's suggestion was reasonable and did no harm to anyone present. Who would cause more trouble for themselves?
Besides, maybe it was just a beggar's revenge.
This wouldn't be strange for Stannis.
The King waved his hand irritably, "You all go down, do as I said."
Everyone quickly left.
The tent suddenly became empty again, and the atmosphere was cold.
Joffrey walked up to King Robert, showing a rare display of understanding.
"Father, don't be too sad. Even if the murderer is not found, Uncle Stannis, seeing your efforts from above, will surely not blame you."
"Father still has us, and Uncle Renly, and Lord Eddard."
Robert patted his son's shoulder with relief.
"I'm fine, I know, Stannis won't blame me."
"Good, my son, you've grown up. This is good, this is good..."
The King's eyes gradually became distant and hazy, wondering what he was reminiscing about.
Fluttering.
A large number of Ravens flew from the King's carriage train into the sky, heading to various parts of the Seven Kingdoms.
The King conveyed the bad news of Stannis and his deep sorrow to the lords of the Seven Kingdoms, as well as the enfeoffment of his eldest son, Joffrey Baratheon, as the Prince of Dragonstone.
The King's enfeoffment quickly spread among the hundreds of knights and soldiers in the carriage train.
As Joffrey walked through the camp, everyone he met greeted him with even greater respect.
"Good day, Your Highness the Crown Prince."
"Your Highness is well, and I am at the command of the Prince of Dragonstone at any time."
"Your humble servant, Tyrion Lannister, offers his highest respects to our dearest Crown Prince, the Prince of Dragonstone!"
Joffrey led Tyrion to the lion cage.
"Uncle Tyrion, why are you suddenly so polite? It's just one more title, it's nothing."
Joffrey appeared calm, but Tyrion didn't believe it.
Although Dragonstone is barren, it was the first fief of House Targaryen in Westeros. For over two hundred years, it had been granted by the Targaryen kings to the heir to the throne, known as the "Prince of Dragonstone."
With this title, Joffrey's position as heir to the Iron Throne was even more secure.
From a military standpoint alone, who controlled Dragonstone was also crucial.
Any intelligent person would know that Dragonstone and its subordinate territories controlled the vast Blackwater Bay. A single fleet could blockade King's Landing's sea transport.
Its castle was also said to be built with Valyrian magic, making it sturdy and easy to defend. That wasn't as important.
"Your Highness, do you truly not want Dragonstone?"
Tyrion had personally handled Stannis's affairs, so he naturally understood Joffrey's intentions.
"Let's not talk about that, Uncle. Want to take a ride on this big fellow?"
Joffrey casually stroked the giant lion's mane, signaling the soldiers nearby to open the cage door.
He had already tamed this giant beast.
Power fascinates any creature, and the loss of power is even more unacceptable.
The giant lion understood this point.
It accepted a powerful master and accepted its new name—Rain.
Hearing this name, Tyrion immediately understood Joffrey's meaning.
He couldn't help but sing that ballad in an operatic tone:
"And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
That Lord of Castamere.
But now the rains weep o'er his hall,
With no one there to hear.
But now the rains weep o'er his hall,
And not a soul to see."
Joffrey's spirits remained high.
"Seriously, Harrenhal is nearby. We can ride Rain there for a visit. Haha, it will definitely give those people a big surprise!"
Rain came out of the cage, then immediately stretched its body, shook its mane, and roared incessantly towards the sky.
The soldiers in the camp were no longer sleepy or tired, watching the giant beast's movements with trepidation, praying that they wouldn't be its first target.
Rain lowered its body slightly.
Joffrey sat on the specially made seat on Rain's back, with Tyrion sitting slightly behind.
Roar~
Rain leaped several dozen feet in one stride, disappearing from everyone's sight in just a few breaths.
The soldiers watched this legendary scene with awe.
The Stag Crown Prince riding a mythical giant lion—no one dared to forget, no one wanted to forget, no one could forget.
They decided to tell this epic scene to their brothers, wives and daughters, sons and grandsons, telling it in taverns, in inns, and by the campfire, until they took it to their graves.
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