Chapter 148 Together
The torches on the wall cast flickering light and shadow.
Step~step~Gryn first went up the two stairs, then turned around and looked down at Petyr.
"Master Petyr, it seems that you haven't figured out the situation yet. The evidence of your crime has been confirmed..."
His tone was very calm. "If you try to escape, I can execute you on the spot."
After Gryn finished speaking, Petyr's heart skipped a beat.
Petyr's face looked a little gloomy. He worked hard step by step from the Fingers to the position of imperial minister, and after a few more contacts with him, he could gain the trust of Direwolf. Seeing that the climb up the ladder that had been planned for many years was about to succeed... if he succeeded, he would have greater power and a higher status.
After this night, years of hard work will be in vain.
Petyr suddenly smiled, his smile was bitter and ironic.
Gryn's eyes moved slightly, and his voice gently comforted, "Sir Petyr..."
"Sometimes the outcome of a game of power can be decided in the blink of an eye. The winner does not need to be proud, and the loser does not need to be too disappointed. Now that you have entered the chessboard of the power game, whether you are a chess player or a chess piece, as long as your life is not endangered, it is just the first round."
Petyr had to admit that he was comforted a little by Gryn's tongue. At least he was not so frustrated now.
Today's change came too suddenly. Petyr could not help but feel shaken for a while under the death threat from Gryn, but... he is a determined power player after all.
"Perhaps the wealth in my hands will interest you in a new deal between us."
"Sir Petyr, you need that wealth more than I do. We all know that the golden Gold Dragon is the fastest way to get support. I can't bear to endanger your safety because of my greed."
Petyr:"..."
He adjusted his collar slowly before speaking, "Lord Gryn, it seems that my second round can only be Vale."
Step~step~Gryn walked down the next step and said, "Vale is a good place."
Petyr's eyes trembled and he muttered, "It's also a dangerous place."
After a pause, he said again, "Vale nobles will not support me."
"Lady Lysa and Little Lord have your back, it's easy for you."
After a moment of silence, Petyr raised his eyes and looked directly at Gryn: "Lord Gryn, what exactly do you want to do?"
Step~step~Gryn went down another step, and he reached out and patted Petyr's arm.
"King's Landing will be waiting for your return, Master Petyr."
Petyr raised his head and stared at Gryn in front of him for a while, then withdrew his gaze.
He raised the corners of his lips habitually, and his voice seemed to have returned to its usual calmness and elegance.
"Lord Gryn, what do you want me to do?"
"Lord Petyr, as smart as you are, you don't need others to teach you how to walk, right?"
"I have before me a truly wise man."
Gryn glanced at the dark corner. "It's just luck..."
"...Direwolf..."
"... luck..."
"... Friends..."
"... Wait..."
The footsteps faded away, and their voices gradually became fainter.
Hand's Study.
Varys is explaining to the furious Lord Eddard.
He spoke much faster than usual, "Lord Hand, my Little Bird can only listen and see. They can't wield swords. How can I dare to speak out without someone's protection? You should also know that as long as Lord Petyr is willing, he can bribe anyone, including my most trusted waiter or my most trusted chef. What else can I do except be afraid?"
Varys showed a very frightened look. "After accidentally getting this information, I can't help but wonder if the people around me will harm me. Do you know what I am most afraid of before going to bed every night? I am worried that I will never wake up!"
Lord Eddard frowned and said in a deep voice, "Varys, if you had not chosen to hide it, Hand Jon Arryn might not have died."
Varys opened his eyes wide. "When I knew about that incident, did you know how bad Hand Jon Arryn's health was? How dare I steal his wife..."
As he said that, he quickly stopped talking, paused, and then said, "Lord Hand, I have to at least wait until his health gets better, right? How can I dare to irritate the old Duke at that time? I love him as much as everyone else."
Why is the truth so cruel? Lord Eddard closed his eyes in pain.
His wife's sister, in his memory, Lysa·Tully is lively and beautiful the Maiden. Can time really make a person become so vicious?
Lord Eddard opened his eyes and said tiredly, "Varys, do you know the reason?"
Varys shook his head and said, "Eddard Hand of the King, you should also have heard that Lady Lysa had five miscarriages when she married the old Duke... and then she had her youngest son. Then she always had hallucinations that someone was trying to harm her child. This is a very scary thing."
He sighed and continued, "It is said... many people have heard... it seems that the old Duke plans to send his young son to Dragonstone and give it to Lord Stannis to raise, so many people heard that the couple had argued many times."
Varys held hands together, lowered his voice, and said, "Judging from the results, the separation of mother and child deeply stimulated Lady Lysa, who was already unable to bear the stimulation, but who could have imagined that it would bring such terrible results."
After saying that, he also shrank his thick, short neck.
Lord Eddard:"..."
The Gods Oh, how could it be like this? The crimes committed by Lysa cannot be forgiven for any reason. How should Lysa be tried next? When the truth is known, Catelyn will definitely be extremely sad... but I can't hug her.
Without his mother, how should Eyrie's Little Robert be placed? That young son is the only bloodline of Jon. He and Robert should be protected and raised well.
And Petyr... Lord Eddard's tall and strong body stood up from the chair, strode over and picked up the Ice clan sword hanging on the wall. Its blade was as dark as black smoke.
Lord Eddard was full of murderous intent, Varys took a few steps back, trying hard to reduce his sense of presence.
Dong-dong-dong, there was a knock on the door.
Before Lord Eddard could respond, the door was pushed open, and Petyr was pushed into the house by Gryn.
Petyr almost fell down in embarrassment, but he managed to stabilize his body.
"Shameless Petyr!"
Petyr heard Lord Eddard's angry voice, and in his sight was a giant sword with a cold light.
Lord Eddard has met five witnesses other than Hugh, all of whom have served Jon.
The evidence is conclusive, and Lord Eddard has no patience to listen to Petyr's cunning excuses... Only before execution, he will look into Petyr's eyes according to tradition and listen to his last words. This is his only chance to speak.
But... he is not Winterfell, but King's Landing; here is King Robert's Red Keep, and he is King Robert's Hand of the King; the person in front of him is King Robert's minister, and he cannot execute him privately.
Varys's eyes moved, he took two steps forward, and said regretfully, "Petyr, it's really unbelievable, how could you do such a thing? The old Duke trusted you the most, but you betrayed him with the most shameless behavior... Sigh..."
He seemed unable to speak any more, shaking his head and sighing again.
When Varys was talking, Petyr lowered his head and did not do anything else, but he almost gritted his teeth.
Lord Eddard finally restrained his murderous intention and hung the Ice family sword on the wall again. He was worried that if he kept holding the sword, he would be unable to resist killing Petyr on the spot.
Lord Eddard said coldly, "Petyr, what poison did you give Hand Jon Arryn?"
Petyr was shocked, and he quickly denied. "Lord Hand, I did not participate in the poisoning, I swear!"
"Littlefinger, only White Walker will believe your oath."
Petyr said honestly, "Fair Lord Hand, I am telling the truth. I admit that Tears of Lys was given to Lady Lysa by me, but I never dreamed that she would poison her husband!"
Lord Eddard's eyes were sharp. He stared at Petyr and said, "Your excuse is ridiculous, Littlefinger."
Petyr explained, "Lysa... She said she was worried that I would betray him. One day I betrayed her, she would send me to the Stranger with the Tears of Lys I personally sent..."
Lord Eddard interrupted angrily, "That's enough!!"
His breathing became a little heavy, and his voice was full of anger. "I don't want to hear the dirty things between you two!"
"What I said was... ugh!!"
Snap! Gryn's scabbard suddenly hit Petyr's leg socket.
Petyr's knees hit the stone floor with a thud. He knelt down and couldn't help but scream in pain again.
"Ouch!", Varys exclaimed.
Gryn pressed the scabbard against the back of Petyr's neck and said, "Petyr, Duke Ned is not interested in your crime of adultery."
Petyr's hair was wet with cold sweat. He explained stubbornly, "But what I told is the truth. I swear to the Gods!"
Gryn narrowed his eyes slightly, paused, and turned to Lord Eddard.
He hesitated for a moment and then said, "Duke Ned, when Lysa·Tully is brought to King's Landing, the truth will come out, and Petyr is not only a criminal, but also a witness."
Lord Eddard understands the implicit meaning of Gryn's words and acts in accordance with the laws of the kingdom so as not to cause other unnecessary troubles.
Lord Eddard nodded slightly.
"Someone's coming!"
The study door was pushed open, and Jory and several the North guards strode in.
"In the name of King Robert, in the name of me, Hand of the King, imprison Petyr·Baelish in Black Cells!"
Red Keep and Dungeons have four layers.
The cells on the top floor have narrow windows and are used to hold ordinary criminals. The second floor has small single cells for holding noble prisoners. The third floor is called Black Cells. The cells are smaller and have no light to shine in. They are prepared for the most evil and dangerous prisoners. The bottom floor is the torture room.
The next morning, Maegor's Garden.
Cersei Queen took a sip of Summer Wine. She was wearing a dark red dress with a high collar, and her upper body was sewn with various exquisite gems.
Sansa couldn't help but look at Cersei Queen with wide eyes, it's so beautiful!
Cersei's green eyes looked at her, with the sweetest smile Sansa had ever seen on his face.
"Good boy, come here quickly."
Sansa·Stark saluted obediently.
Cersei looked at the shy Sansa with a smile on his face, and said, "I've always wanted to take a good look at you. It's just that I've been busy with things lately, so I just took the time now. Is it a habit of living in Red Keep?"
Sansa said politely and authentically, "Your Highness Queen, thank you very much for your concern. It is a very good place. Everyone is caring and friendly to me. I like it very much."
Cersei Queen patted the chair next to him and said, "Come, be next to me."
"Yes, Your Highness Queen." Sansa sat down next to Cersei Queen.
"Dear Sansa..."
Cersei Queen stretched out a soft hand, placed it on Sansa's wrist, and continued, "You are such a beautiful and good boy. Joffrey told me that he likes you very much."
Sansa happily forgot the etiquette taught by Septa Mordane: "Really?"
Cersei's green eyes trembled slightly, and she smiled softly, "Of course it's true."
She added, "You are so cute. I am very happy to be with you."
Sansa's face was slightly red, and she was so happy that she could be loved by Cersei Queen.
Cersei Queen reached out and stroked a bunch of auburn hair of Sansa, and brushed her cheek with his fingertips.
She raised the corners of her lips and said, "The Gods bless you, I will bless you."
When Gryn came over, he looked at Cersei and Sansa who were as warm as mother and daughter, and blinked.
Boss Cersei... Is this targeting Sansa? Direwolf's Little Wolf Girl is completely defenseless.
Gryn sighed secretly, Tournament Joffrey also performed very well at the banquet in the evening, and the little Sansa was fascinated.
Cersei is good at honey traps, and Joffrey is good at Honey Trap. They are indeed mother and son.
After approaching, Gryn greeted him and said, "Your Highness Queen, Miss Sansa."
Cersei Queen smiled and said, "Lord Gryn, is there any result?"
Gryn slightly tapped his chin and glanced at Cersei Queen next to Sansa.
Sansa was about to get up, but was stopped by Cersei Queen. She said kindly, "Sansa, I almost regard you as my daughter. I also see that you truly love Joffrey. Sooner or later, we are all a family. It doesn't matter."
A family?! Because of shyness and excitement, Sansa's little face turned red.
Gryn withdrew his gaze, paused for a moment and said, "Cersei Queen, the murderer has been found, Small Council has vacated a seat."
Cersei Queen thought for a while and said leisurely, "This is good news."
Gryn said respectfully, "Your Highness Cersei, nothing is beyond your expectation and everything is under your control. Please forgive me for being presumptuous. I have to praise you. The Gods has given you all the good things."
Gryn is a good subordinate, all credit goes to Boss Cersei.
Cersei Queen raised his chin slightly, picked up the wine glass from the table in a good mood, and took a sip Summer Wine.
"Lord Gryn, my children love your teaching courses."
Sansa quietly observed Cersei Queen's every move, his eyes full of admiration.
She will marry Prince Joffrey, I will be a good wife like my mother, and I will be as good a Queen as Cersei Queen in the future.