"Duke Robert is resting."

Maester Cummon said respectfully.

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

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

Maester Cummon hesitated for a moment, and said:

"The child is in very bad health, and I am afraid it will be difficult to accept the news of his mother's death."

"But sooner or later, he'll know." Knight Road.

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

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

Maester Cummon sighed worriedly, and had to pull the hoop and enter the door.

The room was pitch black, except for the sound of someone sniffing in the dark.

"Mother?"

"I'm Comon, Lord Duke."

"Komon, do you have sweet milk? I'm going to drink. ”

"Your Excellency, you just drank it, well, sweet milk."

"But I'm still uncomfortable, give me another drink."

"No, sir. Sweet milk should not be drunk too much. Get up quickly, His Majesty Caesar is here to see you. ”

"Nope! I'm going to drink sweet milk! Duke Robert shouted in a sharp voice.

Comont walked to the window in the dark, opened the curtains, and the dim setting sun shone in, and the tiny diamond-shaped glass panes were blurred by frost.

"Nope! Don't open the windows! Duke Robert shouted even more fiercely, "The sun is so dazzling!" My head hurts! ”

Maester Cormon turned and looked at the Duke of Eagle's Nest on the bed with pity.

The lord of the valley was covered with a woollen blanket from the waist down, unclothed, and his complexion was pale, his hair was as long as that of a girl, his hands and feet were pitifully thin, his chest was soft and sunken, his belly was small and flat, and his eyes were always ruddy and sticky.

"Good, good, sweet milk. As soon as you get up and get dressed, I'll prepare it for you. Maester Comon had no choice but to agree.

"Really?" Robert stopped the noise and wiped his drooping snot with the back of his hand, "I want two glasses of sweet milk." ”

"Okay, two glasses." Maester Comon knew that he could not refuse, and that he could not let the Duke fall ill when he met the King, "My lord, do you have any nose bleeding?" ”

"Nope. It's just a little itchy. ”

Maester Cormon stared at his nose for a long time, until the other man shouted impatiently, and then clapped his hands and beckoned the maids in.

While they were dressing the young duke and tidying up the gaps in the room, Maester Comont mixed two glasses of "sweet milk" and gave them to Robert.

Only then did the Duke of Eagle's Nest settle down and stop arguing about his headache.

"What about my mother?"

Maester Cummon didn't know how to answer this question.

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

Although hot-tempered and stubborn, Maester Comon knew that the child had been frail since childhood, had suffered from epilepsy, had lost his father not long ago, and was now losing his mother......

"You'll find out when you go to the hall." Maester Cormon took Duke Robert's hand and walked out.

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

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

But Duke Robert's face was pale and his eyes were red, but fortunately his hands were not shaking.

Maester Cummon only hoped that the Duke would survive the time he met the King and not become ill.

Entering the hall, the heat of the fireplace rushed to his face, and Duke Robert breathed a sigh of relief.

He searched for his mother in the crowd, but apparently without success.

Fortunately, he still knew etiquette, and did not make noise, but obediently stepped forward and saluted the king on the high platform:

"Dear Your Majesty Caesar, welcome to the Eagle's Nest."

"Robert." Samwell looked down at the richly dressed, but crumbling child below, "There's news for you. ”

"Tell me."

"I've helped you find the real murderer of your father, Duke Jon, and she's been punished."

"The real murderer of my father?" Robert looked up inexplicably, "Isn't it a red viper?" ”

"It's not. The red viper is just a scapegoat. The real culprits are Petyr Berish the Littlefinger and your mother, who conspired to poison your father. Your mother also admitted it herself, and all the knights in the hall can testify. ”

Duke Robert opened his mouth wide, as if listening to a fantasy, and when he reacted, he immediately began to make a big noise:

"Impossible! No way! You lied to me! I want my mother! Return my mother! Return my mother's ......"

Robert screamed and fell, then his limbs and torso twisted and arched, accompanied by violent spasms.

Master Komon hurriedly stepped forward to hold the Duke down and shoved a handkerchief into the other's mouth to prevent biting his tongue.

The knights of the Arryn family looked at this scene with a somewhat complicated look in their eyes.

It is no secret that Duke Robert is sickly and sick, and no one can feel at ease when such a child becomes the lord of the valley.

However, some people secretly looked at the king on the high platform, and pondered the reason why the other party deliberately provoked Duke Robert to make him fall ill in public.

After a few moments, Duke Robert stabilized a little under the soothing of Master Comont, but his eyes were blank and his body twitched from time to time.

"Take him down to rest." Samwell commanded.

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

Somebody, thinking that he had guessed the king's intentions, immediately stood up and said:

"Your Majesty, with Robert Arryn's physical condition, I am afraid that it will be difficult for him to be qualified for the position of Duke of Eagle's Nest City, so, for the sake of the stability of the valley, I hope that you can remove him from the title and let someone more suitable fill it."

Samwell glanced at the speaker with a blank face and asked:

"Who do you think is the better fit?"

"In order of succession, of course, Sir Harold Hatton."

Although it seems strange to have a knight of the Hatton family inherit the title of House Arryn, according to the order of succession, it is really true.

Duke Jon Arryn was married three times, but his first two wives failed to leave him an heir, so his nephew Albert Arryn was considered the heir to the Eagle's Nest until the Mad King Aerys cut off his head.

Later, the War of the Raiders broke out, and another of Duke Jon's heirs died on the battlefield.

Fortunately, after the end of the war, the old Duke of Tully of Riverrun married his eldest daughter, Lysa Tully, to Duke Jon in order to strengthen the Fish, Wolf and Eagle Alliance.

After a number of miscarriages, Lady Lysa finally gave birth to Robert Arryn with difficulty.

If the child is removed from the title, then the inheritance can only be chosen from the collateral bloodline.

Duke Jon's sister married into the Weywood family and gave birth to eight daughters and a son.

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

The remaining six daughters were also ill-fated, some of them did not die of smallpox but left serious scars, and could only go to the convent to die alone, some were tempted by mercenaries and expelled from their homes, some were infertile for life, and some were snatched away by the savages of the Bright Moon Mountains, only the youngest daughter married into the Hatton family under the command of the Weywood family and gave birth to a son, Harold Hatton.

Although this person's surname is Hatton, in terms of maternal blood, he is the first in line to the throne of the Duke of Eagle's Nest.

Before Duke Tywin Lannister took the helm of the monarch, he wooed the Weywood family like that and appointed Countess Anya Weywood as the guardian of the valley, in fact, the real purpose was for this Harold Hatton.

However, after Samwell came to power, he had removed Lady Anya from her position and handed over the position of Warden of the Valley to Earl Anda Royce.

Therefore, the knight, who pretended to be clever, did not know that he had slapped the horse's leg on the horse's leg.

"What did Robert Arryn do wrong? Serious enough for me to strip him of his title? Samwell asked coldly.

"Your Majesty, I'm just worried about the fact that Duke Robert has three long and two short ......"

"Then wait until the stranger actually comes to the door." Samwell Road.

Now everyone completely understood the king's intentions, and suddenly no one dared to speak again.

Samwell continued:

"And haven't I already appointed Count Anda Royce as the Guardian of the Canyon? Until Robert Arryn came of age, he took charge of the Vale. Master Komon, send a bird to Runestone City, and let Count Anda come to Eagle's Nest City as soon as possible. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Also, how did you treat Duke Robert's epilepsy?"

"I usually give him sleeping poppy milk, and I bleed him every few days, and when things are bad, I add some sweet sleeping flowers to the milk, and the Duke likes this sweet milk the most."

Samwell raised an eyebrow and said:

"Giving Robert Sweet Sleep Flowers was taught to you by Petyr Berry 'Littlefinger', right?"

"How do you know?" Maester Cummon looked up in surprise, "Yes, Your Majesty. It was Mistress Petyr who taught me a very useful method, and of course, I also knew that the sweet sleep flower was poisonous, but it did greatly appease Duke Robert's condition. And every time I was careful to add only a small pinch ......"

Samwell pursed his lips and said:

"Have you forgotten how Petyr Berish dealt with Jon Arryn? Still counting on him to care for Robert Arryn's health? ”

Bachelor Komon's face froze suddenly.

Samwell continued:

"From now on, Sweet Sleep Flowers can no longer be used. Bloodletting must also be stopped. Poppy milk can be given to Robert Arryn, but the amount should be controlled. Epilepsy itself is not fatal, but you need someone to take care of it when you have a seizure, just don't let him hurt yourself. ”

Hearing this, Master Komon was full of embarrassment, and said hesitantly:

"But...... Your Majesty. What if the Duke insists that I give him sweet sleep flowers? He can't live without that thing now......"

"That's exactly what Littlefinger wants." Samwell said, "You have to help Robert Alling wean get rid of these harmful things, or he won't live long." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty." Bachelor Comon also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest, every time he gave the duke that "sweet milk", he was terrified.

Moreover, he could also see that the king was obviously more willing to let Robert Arryn continue to be the Duke of Eagle's Nest than Harold Hatton, who was backed by the Weywood family.

Of course, this duke is just a puppet, and it is actually the Earl of Royce who really holds the authority of the valley.

He was the one the king really trusted.

After explaining a few more things, Samwell waved everyone back.

However, Bran Stark didn't go.

He looked at the king and asked:

"Your Majesty, how do you know that the real murderer of Duke Jon is Lady Lyza?"

Samwell smiled slightly, but did not answer the question, but asked rhetorically:

"Aren't you free to fly through the long river of time? Didn't find the answer? ”

"You're overestimating me." Bran shook his head slowly, "I can't fly 'freely'. I can only dream some green dreams. Some things from the past and the future can be seen in dreams, but they are only fragments, not all of them. ”

"Green Vision?"

"Yes, that's what the sons of the forest call it."

Samwell looked at the other with interest and asked:

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

"Nope." Bran shook his head slowly.

Seeing that Samwell seemed to reveal suspicion in his eyes, he added:

"I like to climb higher than to drill into the ground."

Samwell smiled noncommittally, not knowing whether he believed the rhetoric, but instead of dwelling on it, he asked:

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

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

"yes." Samwell nodded, "At least that's one of the reasons." ”

Bran's eyes glowed green, and he didn't know if he was reminiscing or entering a so-called green dream.

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

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

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

"Oh?" Samwell asked, "Describe what he looks like." ”

"Yes." Bran described what he saw in the Green Dream, but added, "Your Majesty, there are 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 Aquaman from Braavos—

Bruce Antarion.

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

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

"Go back early and get some rest." Samwell said, "We'll leave early tomorrow, and we should be in King's Landing before dark." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty." Bran bowed, then summoned Addo and told him to carry him out of the hall.

Samwell watched silently as the backs of the two disappeared outside the door, his gray eyes gradually glowing green, and finally turned completely like emeralds.

(End of chapter)