Chapter 140

Chapter 140 Will

  "How is His Majesty?"

  "It's not good..." Grand Maester Pycelle sighed and shook his head, "His Majesty's wounds can't heal at all, they're all gangrene. If he was a normal person, he would have died long ago returned to the embrace of the gods. To be honest, I have never seen a person with such a tenacious will to survive..."

  Duke Renly's eyes flickered: "Has His Majesty made a will?"

  "Not yet." Pycelle lowered his head "The Queen came to ask once before, but Hia Majesty insisted on waiting for the Hand of the King to come back."

  "Wait for him to come back?" Duke Renly tugged at his neckline a little irritably, "He went to the Eyrie, What if His Majesty..."

  Pycelle lowered his voice, "Actually...it's not a big deal, after all, His Majesty has a legal heir...even if... nothing will happen..." "

  " But Joffrey Not yet of age." Duke Renly's tone could hardly conceal his impatience and eagerness, "He needs a regent."

  Pycelle fell silent.

  "I'll go see His Majesty." After speaking, Duke Renly strode into the king's bedroom.

  The fireplace in the room was burning hot, and the gloomy red light filled the space, making it look weird and terrifying.

  Lord Renly saw his brother lying on the bed at a glance, staring blankly at the ceiling, wondering if he was still awake.

  Lord Renly walked to the bed, and stretched out his hand to remove the blanket—

  there was a terrible scar on the king's abdomen. Maester Pycelle tried his best to sew it up, but it didn't work. Even the internal organs that flowed out could be vaguely seen...

  and the king persisted like this for seven days, and the wounds were festered and stinking.

  "Ned... Ned is that you?" Robert said suddenly, but his eyes were still out of focus.

  Lord Renly wanted to correct his brother, but held back the words.

  He struggled for a moment, then waved his hand to signal several servants to leave, then sat on the edge of the bed, held the king's hand, and imagined what Duke Eddard would say at this moment:

  "Robert, how could you...how could you do that?"

  "I was careless, Ned. Damn it, I haven't fought for so many years, and my body is rusted. Alas, if I was me back then, I wouldn't be afraid of those boys. "

'Delirious, thinking I am Eddard Stark! '

  Lord Renly suppressed his ecstasy.

  "Damn it!" he tried to imitate Eddard Stark's tone, "Robert, do you have to be so reckless!

  " Can't I have the freedom of a fight! Damn it, you puahed me back then! You insisted on making me the king! You clearly knew that I don't want that damn iron throne ! I just want to drink, fight, and fuck women! I should have run to the other side of the Narrow Sea and become a mercenary!"

  "According to the line of succession, you are..."

  "Fuck the line of succession!" Robert dismissed, "Following the line of succession, then there are two Targaryens across the narrow sea, why don't you go find them and sit them on this iron throne. You insisted on me, now, tell me, was I a good king?"

Lord Renly knew At this time Eddard Stark will be silent.

  Robert was furious: "You should say yes at this time! Damn it, you Starks won't lie!"

  But after scolding, Robert suddenly laughed: "Yes, what am I? Good king! Hahaha, At least I'm better than Aerys for not setting people on fire. Damn. Ned, I was correct , I really can't be a king. And I'm surrounded by liars! No I'm fool, Ned, Ned..."

  Duke Renly was annoyed, but he still held the king's hand tightly.

  "Help me, help my son..." Robert's tone suddenly became weak. "He's still so young, so ignorant... You have to help him..."

  "I will," Lord Renly promised.

  Robert pointed to the table: "Go get a pen and paper, and write down what I say."

  Duke Renly's heart was about to jump out of his throat.

  While silently praying to the Seven Gods, he spread the parchment on his knees and held a quill in his hand: "Your Majesty, please speak."

"The following is Robert I of the Baratheon family, the Andals, the Warden of the Realm and the First Men, Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms... damn it, put all these ghost titles in there." Robert gasped weakly, "by the will of ..., hereby appoint the Warden of the North,Duke of Winterfell , Ned of the Stark family is the regent and the guardian of the whole territory. After my death, He will rule the kingdom affairs on my behalf until my son Joffrey comes of age..."

  Reaching here, Duke Renly did not hesitate to replace Eddard Stark to his name.

  "...Gods old and new... You know what to write later, I will sign it after it is finished."

  Duke Renly felt that his palms were all sweaty after he finished writing the will.

  He handed the parchment and quill to the king, and prayed devoutly to the seven gods again in his heart.

  It is not known whether the gods really heard Lord Renly's prayer.

  The king took the quill, did not read the words on it carefully, and signed his name on the paper, leaving a pool of blood at the same time:

"When the seal is sealed, someone needs to witness it. Go and call all the important council members."

  " Yes, Robert." Lord Renly's eyes shone with excitement, and the hand that held the parchment was trembling.

  ...

  "Where is His Majesty?"

  Duke Eddard Stark, Hand of the King, dragged his exhausted body into Maegor's Holdfast.

  He had just reach Eagle's Nest City when he received the bad news from the raven.

  So he couldn't care about Lysa's mother and child any more, and hurried back immediately. He travelled day and night, and after three horses ran to death that finally he rushed back to King's Landing.

  He just hoped he still had time.

  "I'm afraid it's not so good..." Varys moved his fat body to barely keep up with Duke Ed's pace, "His Majesty's wound can no longer heal, and now he is relying on his will to survive. Maybe he is waiting for you to come back..."

  "Damn it! Why did you let him participate in the tourney? Why didn't you stop him!" Duke Ned yelled angrily, unable to control his emotions.

  "We tried , Countless times." Petyr on the other side shrugged, with a helpless face, "But you also know His Majesty's temper. He is not a person who can be easily persuaded." Duke Ned depressed after hearing this.

  It would be nice if I was here.

  He suddenly regretted going to Eyrie .

  "That fight was indeed too coincidental, His Majesty's breastplate just fell off..."

  Hearing Petyr's words, Duke Eddie suddenly frowned: "Did His Majesty's breastplate fall during the contest?"

  "Yes." Petyr sighed, and pretended to explain, "Our Majesty is indeed a bit too fat..."

  Duke Eddard moved his mouth, but did not speak.

  He suddenly felt that this did not seem like a coincidence.

  Then think of the person who put the armor on the king, it was Lancel of the Lannister family...

  "Where are the other contestants of the group tourney? Have you interrogated them? "

  "I have interrogated few survivors ." Varys said, "They had no problem"

  "How many survived?" Duke Eddard couldn't believe it, "Seven gods! How many people died in that contest?"

  "Actually, there were indeed many fighters in the contest. But when the 'The Mountain' went to save His Majesty after he was injured, he failed to control his anger and killed many people." Petyr spread his hands, "You also know that guy has a hot temper."

  Now Duke Ned frowned even tighter.

  How could he not know that "The Mountain" was a mad dog raised by the Lannister family.

  Letting this mad dog out at this time was to silence them?

  Reminiscent of his son Bran who was pushed off the tower, and the rumors of cheating of the queen and his younger brother Jaime, Duke Ned became more suspicious of the Lannister family.

  But at this moment, he had no time to think about it, he just wanted to see his brother as soon as possible.

  When they came to the king's bedroom, they happened to meet Duke Renly who came out.

  When Duke Renly saw Duke Ed, his eyes shrank slightly, but there was nothing strange on his face:

  "Lord Ned, you came back just in time. His Majesty has just made a will. Please come in and witness."

  "His Majesty already made a will?" Petyr looked surprised and looked at Duke Renly in bewilderment.

  But Duke Ned didn't notice anything wrong, and strode towards the bedroom.

  Duke Renly hurried forward, stuffed the parchment into Duke Ned'a hand, and said,

  "This is His Majesty's will, and you will be in charge of sealing it later." Duke Ned was not in the mood to read the will. Holding it, he strode into the room.

  "Robert!" Duke Ned looked at his brother who was dying on the bed, his vision was instantly blurred by tears.

  Duke Renly was afraid that the two of them would reveal the secret if they talked too much, so he urged:

 "Since his majesty has already drawn up the will, please as the king's hand preside over the seal."

"Fuck!!" Robert yelled, "I'm dying of pain!"

  Duke Eddard suppressed the grief in his heart, opened the will, confirmed Robert's signature, but resisted not reading the content.

  This can't be read before the death of the king.

  Under the witness of everyone, Duke Ned rolled up the parchment, dripped sealing wax on it, and then took the imperial seal to stamp it.

  "Done, Your Majesty."

  Hearing this, Robert seemed relieved at last, and shouted,

  "Pycelle, come and relieve my pain! Damn it, I can finally die!"

  Grand Maester Pycelle quickly made a cup of poppy flower milk and served the king to drink it up.

  Throwing away the cup, Robert murmured blankly,

  "Can I dream?"

  "Yes, Your Majesty, you will have a good dream," Duke Eddard comforted in a trembling tone.

  "That's good." Robert smiled mischievously, "I will say hello to Jon Arryn and your sister Lyanna for you, I really miss them..."

After finishing speaking, the king wearily closed his eyes and went to deep sleep.

  [END]