It was an ordinary morning, the Red Fort towering on the seashore was gilded with a cold gold layer of sunlight, there was a slight smell of sea in the air, and the bustling crowd was gathering in King's Landing, busy, mediocre and ordinary, the smell of sweat mixed with the turbidity of the earth.

Eddard didn't go to the Imperial Council today, he did as Paisil had instructed him to lie down in bed and recuperate, having just taken a glass of poppy wine mixed with honey.

Prime Minister Tari does not know how many kings have lived in the hands, has experienced countless repairs by the former prime minister, here brick by brick, gold, silver, wood and stone in the crevices, there are some traces of the past, belonging to the past, belonging to the present, intertwined.

The expelled Maegor, the Hamilson chopped up by the Poor Man's Rally, the beheaded Lucas, the exiled Brinnden at the Wall, the Irving and Jon Clinton who were stripped of their titles, and Colton Chester who was burned to death by Aerys in a wildfire.

and his adoptive father, Lord of Arryn Vale, the venerable Lord Jon Arryn, who was poisoned in King's Landing for no apparent reason.

Eddard Stark lay on Bed Hill, half-squinting, his mind irrepressibly thinking of the miserable prime ministers in history. His mind was groggy, half-asleep.

In his dream, he walked through the crypt at the bottom of Winterfell, as he had done thousands of times before. The King of the Winter Realm watched him pass by with cold eyes, and the ice wolf at his feet twisted the stone wolf head and roared at him. Eventually, he arrives at his father's resting place, with Brandon and Lyanna beside him. "Ned, promise me." Lyanna's statue whispered. She wore a wreath of blue roses on her head, and her eyes wept blood.

Eddard Stark sat up in shock, his heart pounding, his blanket tangled. The room was empty, and there was a loud knock on the door. "Lord Eddard." Someone shouted.

"Wait a minute." His body was weak, his body trembled, and it took a lot of effort to get up and open the door, to be honest, he felt that the medicine given to him by the national teacher was not very good, he saw Tomad who was knocking on the door with his fist, but Tomad was dead! He looked at it closely, only to see that it was Kyle, his bodyguard, and the king's steward, a Lannister.

The man's face was expressionless, almost like a stone sculpture. "Your Majesty," he said in a flat tone, "His Majesty declares that you will appear before you at once. ”

So Robert has returned from the hunt, and it is long overdue. "Give me a few minutes to change my clothes." Ned told the steward to wait outside the door. Kyle served him to change his clothes, and he wore a white linen coat and a gray cape. He fastened the Prime Minister's badge, a heavy silver chain belt, and finally tied the Valyrian dagger around his waist.

The Red Fort was unusually deserted, even the wind was cold, and the young maidens who used to chirp were gone, leaving only the older nuns watering the garden one by one, silent, silent, the answer in the wind.

The royal chambers are located in the Mae Gram Building, a large square fortress tucked deep in the heart of the Red Keep, surrounded by twelve-foot-thick walls and a dry but spiky moat. This is a city within a city. Sir Beros Braun stood guard at the other end of the drawbridge, white steel armor and a sword.

Upon entering the building, Ned passed two more Kingsguards, Sir Preston Greenfell standing at the top of the staircase, and Barristan. Ser Selmy stood guard outside the door of the King's bedchambers. Three knights in snow-white cloaks, he remembered the past, and a strange chill hit his heart. Sir Barristan's face was as pale as his armor. Ned only had to look at him to know something was wrong. The head of the royal family opened the door, "Lord Eddard Stark, Hand of the King." He announced in a loud voice.

"Bring him in." Robert shouted, his voice surprisingly muffled.

The curtains in the bedroom were closed, and the fireplace in symmetrical positions at each end was blazing, filling the room with a dull red glow. The heat in the room was suffocating, and Robert lay on his bed with a curtain, with Master Shel's attendant by his side, while Duke Lanli paced restlessly in front of the closed window. Servants came and went, adding wood to the fire, or boiling mulled wine.

Cersei Lannister sat on the edge of the bed and approached her husband. Her hair was disheveled, and she seemed to have just woken up from her sleep, but there was no sleepiness in her eyes.

Robert had his feet out of the blanket and his boots on, and Ned saw that the leather was covered in dirt and hay. A green tunic was thrown on the ground, with marks of discarding after being cut and discarded, as well as maroon dirt. The room was filled with smoke and blood, and the smell of death.

"Ned," the king whispered when he saw his face...... Closer. His face was as gray as a dead leaf, which was a sign of decay of qi and blood.

Ed stepped forward. He held himself on to the bedpost with one hand, steady. He only had to look down at Robert to see how serious his injuries were. "What ......?" He opened his mouth to ask, but his throat seemed to be caught in the pincers.

"It's a wild boar." Duke Lanli was still wearing a green hunting suit, and his cloak was covered in blood.

"A damn demon." The king hissed, "I made a mistake myself. I drank too much and missed the shot, and I deserved to go to hell. ”

"What are you all doing?" Ned questioned Duke Lanley, "Where have Ser Barristan and the Kingsguard gone?" ”

Lan Li pouted. "My brother he ordered us to stand aside so that he could deal with the boar alone."

Eddard Stark unveils the blanket.

They have done everything they can to stitch him up, but the effect is still not obvious. The boar must have been a terrible creature, and it tore the king from his nakedness to his chest with two long fangs. The wine-soaked gauze used by Paishir to **** was already stained with blood, and the smell was even more terrifying. Ned's stomach churned. He let go of the blanket.

"It stinks," said Robert, "it's the stench of death, don't think I can't smell it." I'm going to be miserable this time, right? But I ...... I didn't make it any better, Ned. "The king's smile was as striking as his wounds, and his teeth were blood-red." I stabbed it in the eye. You ask them if it's true...... Ask! ”

"Yes," murmured the Duke of Lanli, "at my brother's orders, we brought the body back. ”

"Bring it back and prepare it for dinner." Robert whispered, "Let's be alone for a moment." You all stand down, and I'm going to talk to Ned. ”

"Robert, dear ......," Cersei began.

"I said it, stand down." There was a bit of his former fortitude in Robert's persistence. "What word do you not understand, stinky woman?"

Cersei pulled up her skirt and pride and led the way to the door. Duke Lanli and the others followed. Scholar Paisher stayed, and with trembling hands, he handed the king a cup of thick, cloudy white liquid. "Your Majesty, this is poppy milk," he said, "please drink it and give it to you to relieve your pain." ”

Robert waved the cup with the back of his hand. "Get out, I won't die, I won't be able to wake up soon. Get out. ”

Paisil gave Ned a hurt look and shuffled away.

The room was filled with only Eddard Stark and the King, the fireplace was crackling, and the temperature in the room was warm instead of being as hot as before.

"Robert, damn it! You are so reckless! Ed said with a sad expression.

"Ah, bastard, Ned," said the king gruffly, "I slaughtered that bastard, didn't I?" A dusty tuft of black hair fell to cover his eyes, and he looked up at Ned.

"I should have slaughtered you too, and I wouldn't even let you hunt in peace. Sir Robert has found me. Say what to cut off Gregor's head. It's uncomfortable to think about. I didn't tell the hounds. Let Cersei scare him. He was halfway through laughing, when suddenly a sharp pain hit him, and he turned to a muffled grunt.

"Gods have mercy," he muttered, panting in pain. "The girl. Daenerys. She's just a kid, you're right...... That's why, that girl...... The gods of heaven sent this wild boar...... Send to punish me......" The king coughed up a puddle of blood.

Grief blurred Ed's eyes.

"Wrong, I did wrong, I ...... She's just a girl...... Varys, Littlefinger, and even my brother...... Rubbish...... Ned, no one dares to say no to me except you...... Only you ......" He raised his hand weakly in a state of extreme pain. "Bring pen and paper. It's on the table over there. Write down what I said. ”

Ned flattened the paper on his knees and picked up the quill. "Your Majesty, please instruct."

"Here is the will of Robert I of the Baratheon, the Andals, and others - put all the ****** ghost titles in, you know which ones they are. Yu hereby appoints Eddard of House Stark, Duke of Winterfell, Hand of the King, as Lord Regent and Guardian of the Realm...... Since Yu's death...... Dai Yu ...... In charge of state affairs on behalf of Yu...... Joffrey Grown-......"

"Robert...... "Joffrey is not your son, he wanted to say it, but he couldn't." The pain that Robert endured was clearly written on his face, and he could not bear to inflict more pain on him. So Ned bowed his head and shook his pen, and only changed "my son Joffrey" to "my rightful heir". Deception makes him feel that his character is tarnished, may the gods of heaven forgive me. "What else do you want me to write?"

"Write...... Write whatever you have to write. Observe, protect, old and new gods, you know these verbose words. I'll sign it when I'm done. When I'm dead, I'll give this to the Imperial Council. ”

"Robert," Ned's tone was full of sadness, "don't do this, don't leave me. The country needs you. ”

Robert gripped his hand tightly and squeezed hard. "Ned Stark, you...... I'm not going to lie. He reluctantly said, "This country ...... The country is well ...... What kind of faint king I am, the same faint king as Aerys. The gods forgive me. ”

"No," Ned told his dying old friend, "Your Majesty, you are not like Aerys. You are so much better than him. ”

Robert barely managed to squeeze out a smile, blood on the corners of his mouth. "At least, people will say...... The last thing I've ever done in my life...... There's nothing wrong with that. You won't let me down. The country will be handed over to you. You're going to hate governance more than I do...... But you'll do well. Have you written it? ”

"All right, Your Majesty." Ned handed the paper to the king. The king haphazardly signed his name, leaving a puddle of blood between the lines. "Someone needs to witness when sealing."

"Remember to make that wild boar the main course of my funeral," Robert hissed, "and stuff an apple in your mouth, and roast it crispy, and eat that bastard." I don't care if you'll die. Promise me, Ned. ”

"I promise you." Ned said. Promise me, Ned, Lyanna is in response.

"The girl," said the king, "Daenerys, let her live." If you have a way, if you ...... It's still too late...... Ordered them not to let them kill her. Also, help my son, Ned. Let him become...... Someone better than me. He frowned in pain, "The gods have mercy on me. ”

Robert was not a good king, nor was he a good father, but he still loved his children with all his heart.

Ed suddenly felt a nameless anger in his heart replace grief, and he suddenly remembered Du Yu's conclusion that "Robert will die before pursuing the Lannisters", could it really be the queen's hand, he glanced at Robert on the bed and muttered.

"They will...... They will, and they will all get the retribution they deserve! He felt like he couldn't sit still anymore, and he was desperate to get to the bottom of it.

That's right, Eloin! The Oriental man must have known something, and at this time he suddenly remembered that since he returned from the Prime Minister's Tower that day, Du Yu had never appeared in everyone's sight again, and according to his own claim, there was a major experiment to be done.

Ed watched the king on the hospital bed fall asleep, got up and called the imperial manager, and asked him to go find Du Yu, while he was ready to have a good talk with Varys and Littlefinger and others, it was time for a showdown!