The true cause of Jon Arryn's death?
The wild delight on Robert's face froze.
Cersei's momentary distraction gave way to shock.
Every gaze shifted from Lynn to Petyr Baelish, who sat deathly pale in his wheelchair.
"Lord Lynn, what are you saying?"
Varys's soft voice drifted through the room, breaking the suffocating silence.
"Didn't Grand Maester Pycelle already determine that Lord Jon Arryn died of a sudden illness..."
"An illness?"
Lynn cut him off with a cold laugh.
"Yes, an illness called ambition."
His gaze pierced straight toward Petyr Baelish.
"Your Grace. Lord Ned."
Lynn turned toward the throne and the Hand of the King.
"Aren't you curious?"
"Why did Lord Jon Arryn die so suddenly?"
"Why did the entire Seven Kingdoms descend into endless chaos and suspicion after his death?"
"Because an unseen hand has been secretly manipulating everyone's fate!"
Lynn's voice rose sharply. He extended a hand and pointed straight at the Master of Coin, who was already drenched in cold sweat.
"And that man is you! Petyr Baelish!"
"Utter nonsense!"
Petyr finally recovered from his shock.
He protested shrilly, struggling to preserve the last of his composure.
"Lord Lynn, I know you dislike me, but you cannot use such despicable means to slander one of the king's senior ministers!"
"What evidence do you have?"
"Evidence?"
Lynn smiled, his expression brimming with mockery.
"Then let's start at the beginning."
"First came Bran Stark's fall. A seven-year-old child fell from a tower."
"And while he lay unconscious, an assassin came with a Valyrian steel dagger to finish him off!"
Lynn's gaze swept over Ned's pain-stricken face.
"Many people here recognize that dagger."
"It once belonged to you, Petyr Baelish!"
"Yet you claimed you lost it to Tyrion Lannister at a tournament!"
"You were the one trying to single-handedly sow