Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord.

Chapter 244 Joffrey's Question
Everyone slowly walked into the castle, along the aisle with quaint stone pavement, and soon passed by a garden. The garden was full of colorful flowers, swaying gently in the breeze, exuding bursts of elegant fragrance, as if warmly welcoming every passerby.

At this moment, a woman with a gentle face was seen leading a pair of brothers and sisters to play there.

The two children looked very cute, with a clever look in their eyes.

It was Edmund's son Lucas and daughter Betty who brought their family to Dragonstone as soon as he received the news that he was going to marry Margaery.

The little boy was sharp-eyed. He spotted Gavin and the others at once. His eyes lit up immediately and he ran over to Gavin. He looked up and said expectantly, "Brother Gavin, can you take me for a dragon ride? I really want to know what it feels like to fly on a dragon's back!"

Gavin looked at the eager look of the little boy and couldn't help but smile. He squatted down, gently touched his head, and said gently: "Lucas, of course you can, but not today. I have something to do now. When I have time in the future, I will definitely take you to experience it, okay?"

"You must call him His Majesty Lucas." Lady Lilith quickly chased after him and admonished the little boy.

"Yes, mother."

Although the little boy felt very disappointed, he nodded obediently and went back to his mother. His little hands tightly grasped the corner of his mother's clothes, but his eyes were still looking at Gavin reluctantly.

"It's okay, Mrs. Lilith, Lucas is still young." Gavin smiled and waved his hand nonchalantly.

Upon hearing this, Lilith hurriedly saluted, bowed slightly and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your tolerance." Then, she saluted to Daenerys, Duke of Mace, Lady Olenna, Margaery and others in turn, her manners showing elegance and propriety.

Gavin smiled and said, "Mrs. Lilith, where is your uncle? Why can't I see him?"

Madam Lilith replied, "Emond went hunting in Dragon Mountain. He heard that there were a lot of prey in Dragon Mountain and had wanted to try his hand at hunting. He went out early in the morning and he must be having a great time right now."

Gavin nodded slightly and said, "So that's how it is. Uncle has always loved these things. I'm sure he must have gained a lot from them now."

The two sides exchanged greetings, and the harmonious atmosphere seemed to make the garden in the castle even more cozy. Then everyone continued to walk towards the banquet hall in the castle, still laughing and talking all the way.

In the castle of Dragonstone, there lies a Seven Sacred Temple, which was built during the reign of Aegon. For hundreds of years, it has witnessed the devout prayers of countless dragons.

However, since Stannis took control of Dragonstone, the repair of the cathedral has become less and less important. The entire cathedral looks dilapidated, and there is not even a single monk.

Today, the church has not only been renovated, but also decorated beautifully, with flowers and ribbons complementing each other, and a festive atmosphere permeating every inch of the air. The nobles dressed in gorgeous clothes came one after another to witness the grand wedding of Gavin and Margaret.

Maester Qyburn stood on the high platform in front of the hall. Although he no longer wore the necklace of the Citadel, his black robe still showed his knowledge and status.

He said loudly: "Welcome everyone to the wedding of His Majesty Gawain Bellerys I, King of the Narrow Sea, Dragonlord of Old Valyria, Lord of Lys, Conqueror of Slaver's Bay, Ruler of Myr, Tyrosh, and Volantis." As soon as he finished speaking, warm cheers rang out in the venue.

At the same time, the music sounded, and the Duke of Metz, dressed in gorgeous clothes, led Margaret, who was wearing a green dress and a rose wreath on her head, into the hall slowly. Margaret was so beautiful that she had a happy smile on her face and her eyes were full of expectation.

The Duke of Metz handed Margaret's hand to Gavin and said solemnly: "Your Majesty, I hand over my most precious daughter to you. I hope you can treat her well." Gavin bowed slightly, took Margaret's hand, and responded with a firm look: "My Lord Duke, please rest assured, I will protect Margaret with my life."

Then, Gavin led Margaery to the crowd and announced loudly that Margaery had become his second queen. Amid cheers, he gently placed the laurel wreath representing the queen on Margaery's head.

Shouts of "Long live! Your Majesty! The Queen!" echoed throughout the auditorium.

Lady Olenna smiled, her eyes sparkling with relief and pride, and said to the people around her: "Margaery will definitely make an excellent queen." The other members of the Tyrell family and the nobles also nodded in agreement.

Then, Gavin took Margaery back to the throne and accepted the blessings of the nobles with Daenerys.

In the Red Keep of King's Landing, the meeting hall was filled with a depressing and tense atmosphere. King Joffrey's face flushed, his eyes were full of angry flames, he grabbed the parchment in his hands with both hands and tore it hard, the parchment was instantly torn to pieces, the debris fluttered all over the ground, as if trembling in this rage.

Joffrey roared: "Traitors! Traitors! These people are traitors! I will chop off their heads and hang them on the city wall, so that everyone can see the consequences of betraying me!" After that, he threw the remaining scraps of paper in his hand to the ground, looking furious, like an enraged but somewhat out-of-control cub.

Tywin sat aside, expressionless, and just glanced at the irritable king indifferently. There was no ripple in his eyes, as if Joffrey's extreme behavior was just a child's unreasonable behavior in his eyes. Then, he ignored it, tilted his head slightly, and continued to discuss things with his brother Kevan in a low voice. His calm and steady attitude formed a sharp contrast with Joffrey.

Seeing this, Cersei felt distressed. She hurried forward and grabbed Joffrey's hand, trying to calm him down. She whispered, "Don't be like this, Joffrey. We have enough troops. They can't enter King's Landing. Soon, your grandfather will bring you the heads of those usurpers."

But Joffrey simply wouldn't listen. He swung his arm violently and swept the red wine glass in front of him to the ground. With a "pop", the glass shattered instantly, and the red wine splashed on the ground, like a pool of shocking blood, reflecting his unquenchable anger at the moment.

Obviously, Cersei's comfort did not have any effect, but even so, Joffrey's violent behavior still did not cause any reaction from Tywin. The "old lion" still talked to Kevan calmly, as if all the chaos around him had nothing to do with him.

At this moment, the oppressive atmosphere in the Imperial Conference Hall became increasingly heavy, as if the air had become heavy, making it difficult to breathe. Kevan frowned, his face full of worry, and he said worriedly: "The food shortage in the city is really too serious. So far, there have been more than ten incidents of mobs attacking the city garrison. If this continues, I am really worried that it will cause a large-scale riot, and then the situation will be completely out of control."

Tywin was silent for a long time after hearing this. His deep eyes were like two deep pools, making it hard to guess what he was thinking. Then he slowly asked, "How long can the army's food last?"

Kevan sighed helplessly, his voice full of powerlessness and frustration, and responded: "The army's food can only support half a month at most. Even with the support of the royal nobles, we can't even feed half of the army."

After hearing this, the old lion did not reply immediately. He just stretched out his fingers and tapped the table gently, again and again. The "dong dong" sound was particularly clear in the silent conference room, as if each tap was hitting everyone's tense nerves. Obviously, he had fallen into deep thought.

Kevan paused, then continued, "Should we consider evacuating King's Landing? Otherwise, with the existing food reserves, there is simply not enough for the army to return to the West."

Tywin listened, shook his head slowly, and said softly but in an unquestionable tone: "Don't worry, we can replenish food from the villages in the riverlands along the way, so we don't have to go to such a desperate situation."

After hearing this, Kevan stopped talking, but his brows were still furrowed. It was obvious that he still had doubts about this response strategy, but it was not appropriate to say anything more at the moment.

Varys, who was participating in the meeting, kept his head down as much as possible, trying to reduce his presence. It was he who presented the parchment that made the king so angry.

After all, there were quite a few nobles who secretly went to Dragonstone, and it was impossible to hide it. As the chief intelligence officer, he had to inform the royal meeting.

At this moment, he was in unprecedented fear, feeling that everything was like a wild horse running out of control, completely beyond his control.

The disappearance of Illyrio, the destruction of the Golden Company, and the death of little Aegon, this series of news was like a bombshell, and left him at a loss for a moment. He seemed to be in a thick fog, and was deeply confused about what actions to take next.

At this moment of suffocating silence, Joffrey suddenly shouted loudly: "My grandfather, Hand of the King, Lord Tywin. What do you think about these usurpers?" The voice echoed in the conference hall, revealing a bit of urgency and questioning, and finally at this moment, it successfully elicited a response from Tywin.

Tywin raised his eyes, looked at Joffrey calmly, and said slowly: "The usurpers you refer to are those who went to Dragonstone and knelt down to pledge allegiance to Daenerys." Although his words were plain, they seemed to carry an invisible force, which instantly focused everyone's attention and waited for his next words.

"What else? My Lord Prime Minister, am I going to allow those rebels to openly betray me?" Joffrey's eyes widened, veins bulged on his neck, and he roared at the top of his lungs. His voice was full of anger and unwillingness, like an enraged beast that might bite anyone at any time.

"Your Majesty, those people are endless to kill, unless we kill Gavin and Daenerys. Rashly dealing with those people will cause backlash from the royal nobles. The situation will then become even more serious, and we will most likely lose the support of the royal nobles." Tywin frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure flashed across his face. Although he was extremely reluctant to answer Joffrey's impulsive questioning, he still patiently explained. His voice was low and steady, but it revealed unquestionable majesty.

"I am the king and I don't need support. Is this the Prime Minister's advice? Be a coward and a turtle." Joffrey raised his mouth with a mocking sneer and said mercilessly. His words were like a sharp blade, stabbing straight at Tywin.

Everyone in the hall was shocked when they heard this, and many of them subconsciously took a breath of cold air. The already heavy and depressing atmosphere was now like the dead silence before a storm, so depressing that it was almost impossible to breathe.

Tywin's eyes instantly turned cold as a knife when he heard this. He stared at Joffrey intently, and his gaze seemed to penetrate his soul. After a moment of silence, he slowly said, "Your Majesty, a true king would not shout that he is a king."

Then he looked at Cersei and said, "Your Majesty is tired, send him down to rest." The tone was terribly calm, but it made it clear that he was angry.

Seeing this, Cersei's heart tightened, and she hurriedly stepped forward to grab Joffrey, dragging him out of the hall. Joffrey was still cursing while being dragged away, and all kinds of dirty words poured out of his mouth, but Cersei seemed to be deaf to it, just holding him tightly, step by step, firmly away from the increasingly dangerous King's Council Hall.

As Joffrey's angry shouts gradually faded away at the end of the corridor, the solemn atmosphere in the royal meeting hall still enveloped everyone like a haze. Tywin slowly turned around and looked at Kevan beside him, his eyes revealing coldness and determination. He said in a low and powerful voice: "Get ready, we will leave King's Landing within five days." Although the voice was not loud, it echoed in this silent space, like an unquestionable order, and Kevan could not help but nod slightly.

Kaifen was fully aware of the severity of the situation at the moment. Without any hesitation or questioning, he immediately responded, "Yes, I'll arrange everything right away. I'll try to set off as soon as possible." He frowned slightly, his expression serious, and his mind was already quickly thinking about the details and steps of the various preparatory work.

(End of this chapter)