"Those damned Starks dare provoke me in King's Landing? I'll chop off all their heads and display them on spear tips!"
The moment Joffrey heard Lord Petyr's words, he immediately assumed Robb was provoking him. Hot-tempered as he was, he erupted into an agitated roar.
"Joffrey, don't get so worked up. Your uncle Jaime has already led troops to search for him. Before long, that wolf cub will be kneeling before you."
Seeing signs that her son was about to lose his composure again, Cersei immediately spoke up to soothe him.
"Those two hundred or so Lannister soldiers aren't enough. Lord Petyr, deploy more Gold Cloaks to assist with the search. Don't search around Mud Gate anymore. He left that area long ago."
Joffrey's temper flared quickly and faded just as fast. After Cersei calmed him down, he returned to normal and gave Lord Petyr his orders.
"As you command, Your Majes—"
"Two days. You must capture Robb Stark within two days."
Lord Petyr had just nodded in response to Joffrey's order when he heard the king impose a deadline for the capture.
"Your Majesty, I'm afraid that won't be possible.
King's Landing has nearly five hundred thousand residents, yet there are only a little over twenty-six hundred Gold Cloaks. Even with the Lannister soldiers, there are fewer than three thousand men.
They need to guard the Red Keep, the seven city gates, and other important locations, while also patrolling the entire city.
After what happened today, the nobles outside the Red Keep have all demanded that more Gold Cloaks be stationed in their residential areas.
Even if we transfer Gold Cloaks from elsewhere, I don't think it will be possible to capture Robb Stark in such a short time."
Lord Petyr said everything he wanted to say in one