515 Chapter 515: Midnight Visit

During the day, Viserys finalized plans for the second conquest war with his ministers at the court meeting.

In the months to follow, once the resources are adequately prepared, he will personally lead the campaign.

Leading the Golden Company and the Dothraki, he plans to sweep the southern part of the kingdom, suppressing the rebellions of all nobles except those in Dorne.

News of Stannis's fratricide has spread throughout Westeros. Viserys intends to visit Storm's End under the banner of justice.

Meanwhile, staunch allies of the Iron Throne continue to besiege Highgarden, apparently clashing with reinforcements from Oldtown, with no clear victor.

After conquering the Stormlands, Viserys will turn westward, assisting the Dornish forces in capturing the Riverlands.

In the Vale, according to information from Varys, Petyr "Littlefinger" Baelish did not disappoint Viserys. It seems he has made some moves.

Nobles of the "Justice League" gathered in the Eyrie. However, before they could rally their so-called "army of justice" against Viserys, internal strife erupted.

The root of their internal strife was a woman: the wife of the former Guardian of the Vale, Jon Arryn, and the mother of the current Lord of the Eyrie, Robert Arryn.

Many nobles of the "Justice League," from elderly men to young men in their twenties and thirties, pursued her.

Lysa Tully wasn't particularly beautiful, but marrying her was equivalent to acquiring power and legitimately ruling the Eyrie, becoming the father to the Lord.

Who doesn't love power?

Under Littlefinger's manipulation, Lysa willingly became his pawn.

Even if it meant sharing a bed with the nobles of the "Justice League," she would then pit them against each other, leading to unprecedented internal strife in the Eyrie.

The nobles of the "Justice League" fought each other, leaving countless casualties.

Eventually, Yohn Royce, the organizer of the "Justice League," realized the gravity of the situation and stepped in to quell the chaos.

The "Blackfish" Brynden Tully, who went to various places to seek reinforcements, also returned. He had persuaded Jaime Lannister before the internal strife in Storm's End and brought a loyalist army.

Together, they quelled the rebellion, executing several nobles involved. Only then did things settle.

Lysa Tully, the unfortunate woman seen as a victim, was defended by her uncle, who never suspected her intentions.

Littlefinger, the mastermind, never appeared in public. He controlled the rebellion from behind the scenes.

When the "Blackfish" Brynden Tully returned with Jaime Lannister's loyalist army and joined Yohn Royce in ending the war, they thought everything was over.

But they didn't realize that this was just the beginning of Littlefinger's plans.

Nighttime.

After a tiring day, Viserys, draped in a snow-white cloak, with his silvery-golden hair, appeared quite striking.

"Your Grace."

"Your Grace."

Fully armed guards in the Red Keep respectfully nodded as Viserys passed.

"Your Grace."

Viserys then proceeded to the Traitor's Walk. The dungeon keeper hastily unlocked the main door for him.

Creaking open the door, Viserys nodded slightly and stepped inside. He stopped in front of a cell.

"Hmm."

He signaled the guards behind him.

They immediately handed their torch to Viserys and left.

For Viserys, the most crucial task of the Kingsguard, Meryn Trant, was to protect the Queen and Princess Daenerys, even more important than guarding Viserys himself.

In reality, with Viserys's god-like power, he didn't need protection.

No one would dare assassinate him.

Holding a torch, Viserys's silver-gold hair shimmered in the firelight as he entered a cell.

Robert Baratheon, the former king, despite his deep enmity with the Targaryens, was treated decently in his cell.

Viserys and Robert didn't have personal grievances, but the family feud was intense.

"Seems you're doing well here, Robert," Viserys said, looking around the well-furnished cell.

Robert, unkempt with disheveled hair and beard, looked nothing like a king.

"Hmph."

Sitting barefoot on a bed in prisoner's clothes, Robert's eyes flared with anger.

"Are you here to mock me, boy?"

Viserys calmly looked at him and chuckled, "People who have nothing else to brag about often use age to belittle others."

Robert's face turned crimson.

"Jaime's dead," Viserys suddenly declared.

Robert was taken aback, apparently unaware of this news.

"Did you do it?" he asked, his gaze intense.

"No, it was Stannis," Viserys replied. "He ambushed and killed Jaime during a surrender, driving a dagger through his heart."

The two kings exchanged words, the content of which remained unknown.

As Viserys left the Traitor's Walk, he encountered a beautiful woman with golden hair.

Her golden locks cascaded down like a waterfall, partially covering her exquisitely sculpted face which bore signs of fatigue.

"Your Grace, may we speak?" she asked, her voice soft.