Capítulo 208: Chapter 208
JON ARRYN POV
He opened the door and entered the room. It stunk of wine and sex. He sighed at his own failure to raise Robert properly.
He had always been lax with Ned and Robert. And while Ned turned out to be alright, Robert turned out to be…
He wondered if he had more strict with Robert in the past then would he be at least decent king now.
He supposed he would never know.
The kingsguard followed him into the room. A wise decision on their part. This was not his usual routine and he might be a faceless man for all they knew.
The half a dozen whores surrounding his drunk foster son woke up at the sound of the Kingsguard's heavy metal boots and opened their eyes to stare up at them.
At his age, he hardly felt a thing while looking at their nude bodies as they moved sensually to attract the attention of the Kingsguard behind him.
Jamie had always been famous for his looks. Even when he took the vow of chastity and joined the Kingsguard. He was also one of the few who kept up those vows and didn't went to whores in the late hours when no one was looking.
But now… after the evidence brought to him by Lord Stannis… he was starting to wonder.
The investigation about the King's children had to be taken very seriously and they also needed to be discreet about it. A single mistake and the whole realm would plunge into a civil war.
Then again, if what he knew was the truth -which he suspected it was- then the realm would plunge into civil war nonetheless.
Robert wouldn't forgive the Queen's infidelity. And he wouldn't forgive Jamie Lannister for cuckolding him either. Neither would he. The twins would either lose their heads or be sent to exile.
And Tywin Lannister… the old lion wouldn't like that.
"Ahem…" he said, brining the whores's attention back to him. He could imagine Jamie Lannister giving them his cocky smirk even now. "Out!!!"
The whore quickly picked up whatever clothes they could gather and left the room, leaving his hungover foster son groaning in discomfort at the sudden lack of warmth around him.
"Your grace." He called out.
Robert groaned but didn't woke up.
"Your grace." He said once again, louder this time and Robert groaned and opened one eye to peek at him and then at Jamie.
"Jon…?" Robert asked incoherently as he slowly got up from his position to sit on the bed, clutching his head from the hungover caused by the many bottles of wine scattered on the floor "What you do want so early in the morning."
"It's high noon your grace." He replied, trying to keep the deadpanned tone from his voice even if he doubted that his foster son really cared. "And I have an important letter for you. One that you should definitely read."
Robert glared up at him and he smiled.
"It's from Ned."
Instantly, the glare went away and a look of confusion before a look of elation and happiness came to Robert's face.
Only the mention of his best friend and foster brother Ned could get him to cheer up like this these days. And that was a tragedy onto itself.
Robert took the letter from him, opened it and read through it quickly.
Then his face turned solemn as he got up from his bed with a serious look on his face.
Gone was the drunk hungover Robert. In it's place was King Robert Baratheon, the Demon of the Trident who had crushed Prince Rhaegar Targaryen's chest and overthrown a 300 years old dynasty for the love of his life.
"Is this letter real?" King Robert asked.
"Right now we've no way to know." He replied "But the eunich did confirm that after Lord Bolton came back to the Wall after the second expedition, he summoned every single lord into the Wall. For now we suspect that a King has risen beyond the Wall. The letter has also come from the Wall so there is some legitimacy in that. But we cannot be totally sure without a proper background check. And that would take a month or two at the very least."
"Do it." King Robert said.
"Very well your grace." He said and then his voice became softer. The same voice he used on Robert and Ned when they were young children "Your grace… if the contents of the letter are real."
"Then we're going to the North." King Robert replied without any hesitation.
He nodded and bowed his head and leaving the room, the Kingsguard who was also burdened with the moniker Kingslayer followed behind him.
As he left the room, he wondered if he would have to see yet another war in his life.
He had seen so many of them. At least a war against a bunch of wildlings should be simple and easier. Though the foreboding tone in which Ned wrote the letter hinted to something else.
He wondered what that could be.
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