Viserys seemed to be relieved, and his turbid eyes turned to the Greens crowd again:
"Where are you...?"
Otto, Aemond, Aegon, Aelin, Helaena, Daeron... A silent bow.
No one objected and no one said anything.
The king has canceled his marriage to Jacaerys.
This is in line with Greens's core stance against illegitimate children.
But now, a new, internal binding of pure blood has been proposed.
The object is Queen's biological daughter, which is even considered a compromise.
Objection at this moment is untenable both emotionally and rationally.
Otto's mind is spinning rapidly, maybe...
It's not a bad thing. At least, the Jacaerys line is broken.
Offstage, Rhaenyra fell into confusion and pain.
Cancel one and give another?
Father, what does this mean? Give me a sweet date with a slap in the face?
Or... in his eyes, Jacaerys is already Velaryon, not his bloodline anymore?
"His Majesty!"
With uncontrollable grievance, she said:
"Why do you do this to Jacaerys?"
"Isn't he also your bloodline, your grandson?!"
"Ahem..."
Viserys coughed for a while, his body stooped, and his whole body was shaking.
Queen Alicent beside him quickly patted his back.
When the coughing stopped, Viserys was speechless and could only gasp in pain.
Alicent raised his eyes, looked at Rhaenyra, and spoke on behalf of the king:
"That's enough, Rhaenyra!"
"Jacaerys·Velaryon is now the legal heir of Tidepool Island!
"The meaning of His Majesty is already obvious."
"This matter needs no further discussion!"
"But he was born to me!" Rhaenyra blurted out, his eyes were red, and he choked with sobs; "He will always be my child!"
Daemon closed his eyes almost invisible and sighed.
"Shut your mouth...Rhaenyra."
Viserys took a breath, which was so difficult that his voice was shaking.
But the severity in the king's words was unprecedented in many years:
"I'm not dead yet... it's not your turn... to question my decision."
After saying this, the king collapsed on the cushion, panting.
Rhaenyra was shocked by his father's harsh words that he had never heard before.
The blood on her face faded, then turned red quickly, her eyes widened, but she didn't utter any retort in the end.
The hall was deathly silent.
There was only the sound of the king's painful gasps.
With the support of Queen, Viserys used all his strength to stand up from Iron Throne little by little.
"The last one..."
"Inherit... the future of the kingdom..."
He panted heavily, his chest heaving:
"I declare..."
Viserys's trembling, dead branch-like fingers slowly lifted up.
Finally, point to Rhaenyra in the audience.
"Iron Throne... by Rhaenyra... and its..."
The last words haven't been spoken yet.
King Viserys I's body stiffened suddenly.
The raised arms drooped down.
There was a "ho ho" sound in the throat.
Then, he fell straight forward!
Next to him, Queen Alicent quickly helped Viserys.
"His Majesty!!"
"Father!!"
In the hall, all the exclamations and screams exploded!
Queen Alicent screamed and hugged the king. The white robes and attendants around him rushed to the king, their footsteps chaotic.
It was chaos.
Sudden, complete chaos.
Aemond turned his head in confusion and looked at Otto beside him. There was also a flash of surprise on the grandfather's face.
The shock was short-lived, but Aemond captured it.
Otto is a little speechless.
He arranged for Larys and Orvel to administer tranquilizers, which were enough to make a strong man sleep for a day and a night.
It stands to reason that the king should have been unable to hold on in the middle of the announcement.
But he actually managed to finish talking about the engagement, and even almost finished talking about the succession.
The plan went awry.
But now, the opportunity has come.
In the midst of this chaos.
The guards who were originally standing in the corners on both sides, wearing armor and holding halberds, seemed to have received silent orders at the same time, and suddenly started to move!
The pace is quick but not panicked.
They quickly sealed all the side doors and passages of Throne Room, and a human wall instantly formed.
More heavily armed guards poured out from behind the corridors on both sides.
In an instant, an airtight iron wall formed at the front entrance of Throne Room!
The halberd was laid flat, its blade glowing coldly in the dim light.
Red Keep The guard captain Royce, a face full of flesh and a scar on the left cheek Knight.
He pressed the hilt of the sword, walked quickly and silently through the crowd, stood beside Otto, bowed slightly, and faced Otto:
"Lord Hand."
Rhaenyra woke up from the initial sluggishness.
"Father!!"
She screamed and roared, and rushed forward regardless.
All the demeanor and Crown Prince were shattered at this moment.
This is her father, the father who doted on her, indulged her, and made her his heir against all opinions!
Daemon grabbed her arm tightly, his fingers were like iron pliers.
"Don't move!" he growled.
His eyes were sharp and he saw the situation clearly in an instant. The entire guard was mobilized, the passage was quickly blocked, and Otto became the actual messenger.
The king was in a coma at the moment. The captain of the guard asked for instructions from Otto, not Crown Prince.
Greens is going to take advantage of the chaos to strike.
This was planned for a long time. They just waited for the king to fall unconscious, no matter how he fell.
Lord Hand Otto took a step forward and stood on the steps of the throne, condescending.
There was no expression on Lord Hand Otto's face. His eyes swept across the chaotic hall and the panicked nobles, and finally landed on Rhaenyra who was pulled by Daemon.
"His Majesty the King suddenly suffered from severe illness and fell into coma!"
He paused.
His eyes met Daemon.
Otto's eyes flashed coldly.
"From this moment on, Red Keep is under full martial law!"
"No one is allowed in or out without my king or my warrant! All passages are blocked immediately!"
Daemon watched everything that happened. He let go of Rhaenyra, took half a step forward, and protected Blacks's people behind him. He pressed his hand on Dark Sister's sword hilt.
"Martial law?" he said, "Otto, what do you want to do? Put us under house arrest while the king falls?"
Otto looked at Daemon expressionlessly. "The prince's words are serious."
"Martial law is only to protect His Majesty the King's safety and prevent anyone from planning evil in the chaos."
"As for Your Highness the Crown Princess..." He looked at Rhaenyra, "Until His Majesty's situation is stable, Your Highness please stay with Red Keep. This is also for your safety."
"For safety?" Daemon smiled.
He didn't finish his words.
"You..."
A weak, intermittent, but frighteningly clear voice squeezed out from the crowd, Queen Alicent's arms with difficulty.
"What are you doing...?"
Everyone was quiet for a moment.
King Viserys, who was surrounded by everyone, slowly opened his eyes again!
His eyes were unfocused, and his breath was as weak as a candle in the wind, but he was indeed awake.
Otto's face changed for the first time.
Not panic, but a sense of being disrupted by an accident.
How is it possible, why did he wake up again?
Damn Larys, damn Orvel...
Otto looked not far away Master of Whisperers Larys.
And Larys lowered his head.
Aemond stood among Greens and looked at Otto coldly. He was dissatisfied with his grandfather Otto's arbitrary opinions. If it succeeded, it would be okay...
Viserys was barely lifted up by Alicent and Tiewei.
"Martial law...?"
He found Otto with difficulty and looked at him, his eyes full of exhaustion and disappointment.
"Hand of the King... I... didn't order martial law..."
He panted, gathered strength, and then said:
"Now... I relieve...Otto·Hightower...Hand of the King from all positions."
As the king finished speaking, there was dead silence.
The originally menacing guards suddenly froze in their movements, with hesitation and fear on their faces. They looked at Otto and then at the guard chief Royce.
Royce Knight, looking at Otto, there was hesitation in his eyes for the first time.
Otto stood there, but his face was ashen.
He looked at Viserys, and then slowly lowered his head.
"As you command...His Majesty."
Viserys seemed to have exhausted his last bit of strength. He leaned into Alicent's arms, his eyes half closed, and his voice was weak but clear:
"That's it for today..."
"Everyone... leave..."
The guards blocking the door heard the order.
The iron-like human wall slowly gave way to a passage.
The door was opened, and the afternoon light poured in, making everyone's eyes hurt.
The nobles lowered their heads and left Throne Room in a hurry, almost as if fleeing.
No one spoke, no one stayed, there was only noise.
Rhaenyra was still in a daze, and the feeling of exhaustion from the aftermath of the disaster made her legs weak.
Daemon did not delay and left immediately with Rhaenyra. Now the entire King's Landing belongs to Greens. If brother Viserys dies now... the consequences will be disastrous.