Danny was wrong. She didn't go back to 18 years ago. Instead, she "transmigrated" to 19 years ago.
"Your Majesty, Prince Lega kidnapped Leanna. Many nobles in Hellen Castle were witnesses.
Not only did you protect and harbor the prince, but you also imprisoned Brandon and a group of nobles who made a normal complaint to you. You even wanted to burn us to death. What kind of logic is this? "
Below the Iron Throne, there was a black-haired, long-faced man in black plate armor. His hair and beard were all spread out, and his eyes were scarlet red. He puffed out his chest and roared.
"Rickard Stark, you are the worst, worst bastard!"
Eris leaned forward, pointed at the Duke of the Northern Territory, and cursed loudly, "I saw through your conspiracy. You are trying to overthrow my rule and steal my throne!"
"Uh, so crazy …" Danny facepalmed.
Everyone knew how honest and honest Stark was. It was more reasonable to accuse him of "great disrespect" or "roaring at the king" than to accuse Stark of usurping the throne.
As expected, Rickard, who was as strong as a black bear, glared angrily and shouted, "Your Majesty, I just want my son and daughter back. Why do I have to … overthrow your rule?"
"Hmph, there was no news of my son Lega after he left Hellen Castle. It must be you. You arranged for your whore children to seduce him and bring him to some place to kill him.
If you want the Iron Throne, you have to get rid of the brave Lega first. Then, you can use the matter of losing your daughter to attack me.
You call me the Mad King behind my back. Do you think I don't know?
Am I crazy?
No matter how crazy I am, I am not as crazy as you bunch of rebels. You actually want to overthrow the real Dragon King Dynasty established by 'Conqueror' Aegon. "
The Mad King's thin lips moved quickly. His beard that reached his lower abdomen trembled violently. His eyes were filled with anger and madness.
The Mad King's imagination …
Danny was stunned.
Although the Mad King's delusions were acting up, this idea of "wicked people plotting against me" seemed to be quite logical!
"Your Majesty, don't slander me! My daughter Leanna is engaged to Theon Bella. Everyone knows that. Why would I ruin the honor of the House of Stark and let her … seduce — "
The word "seduce" was too irritating for an old father who loved his daughter. Rickard almost pulled out his sword in anger. He had already put his hand on the hilt of the sword.
"Honor? When you wanted to betray the Monarch, Stark had already lost his honor. "Eris sneered.
"Your Majesty, once I received your order, I immediately set off from Winterfell. I traveled day and night, crossing thousands of kilometers to King's Landing.
Other than a few guards, I was alone. I didn't even bring a single vassal of the Northern Region. Isn't this enough to prove my loyalty? "Ricard said angrily.
Then, he argued, "Prince Lega has White Bull, Daybreak Swordsman and several other White Knights by his side. How can we murder him silently?
I'm in the Northern Territory, and I heard that someone saw His Highness in the Dorne Bliss Tower. If Your Majesty doesn't believe me, you can send someone to Dorne to investigate. "
Of course, the Mad King knew that Lega was not dead. He just wanted to accuse someone of a crime. Well, he really had no excuse, so he came up with such a lousy excuse.
"Your son, Brandon, rode into the Red Castle, drew his sword and shouted 'Lega, come out and die!' You can't deny this, right?
I arrested him in the name of 'conspiring to murder the Crown Prince.' What's wrong with that? "The Mad King said coldly.
This was a normal accusation. It was much more reasonable than "using his daughter to seduce and murder Lega."
Ricard could only admit his mistake helplessly. "Your Majesty, Brandon was impulsive. He was just too worried about his sister. He didn't really intend to murder His Highness."
"Humph, since you admit that he made a mistake, I have no problem punishing him." The Mad King sneered.
"Your Majesty, how do you plan to deal with him?" Ricard suppressed his anger and asked in a muffled voice.
"Conspiring to murder the Crown Prince is a crime that can't be redeemed with ten thousand deaths. Hahaha!"
The Mad King didn't have any subtlety. He laughed proudly.
Brandon was also a scoundrel.
Eris' Targaryen "Mad Blood" had been fully awakened. The Mad King's name had been renowned internationally for more than ten years.
Despite knowing that the Mad King was crazy, he still rode into the Red Castle, drew his sword, and roared, "Lega, come out and die!"
Did he think that the Mad King was a liar who didn't dare to go crazy?
According to the official statement, Brandon had awakened the House of Stark's "Running Wolf's Blood."
Just like Lyanna, he lost his rationality and became hot-blooded and impulsive.
"Your Majesty, my son is guilty. But he only drew his sword and roared at His Majesty. He didn't do anything. Isn't it too much to sentence him to death?" Ricard said angrily.
The Mad King's lips curled into a malicious smile. "I can be lenient and allow him to wear black clothes. Anyway, the Great Wall is just next to Winterfell. He can be considered home. "
Danny carefully sized up the Mad King on the Iron Throne. She suddenly had a feeling that the Mad King's original goal was to kill Brandon.
Something about Lyanna seducing Lega, something about Lega being dead. He was leading Stark to admit that his son "drew his sword to harm the prince."
He didn't intend to kill Brandon even though he had convicted him. Instead, he wanted him to wear black clothes.
Why did he want Brandon to wear black clothes?
Danny wasn't sure.
She wasn't sure if the Mad King was purely crazy or if it was because of political considerations. Brandon was the heir to the Duke of the Northern Territory, and the core of the alliance between the Northern Territory and the River Plain — the marriage between Brandon and Caitlin.
If Brandon wore black clothes in a dishonorable way, the marriage between Stark and Tully could not continue.
It was impossible to replace Brandon and let Eide replace him.
If the alliance between the wolf and fish failed, the iron triangle of the fish, the eagle (Ayrin), and the wolf could not be formed. This …
The anger on the Duke of the Northern Territory's face slowly disappeared. His voice was calm but unusually firm. "Your Majesty, I request a trial by martial arts for my son Brandon Stark's crime."
The twisted smile on the Mad King's skinny old face froze like rotten milk.
"Rickard, letting him wear black clothes is the greatest gift I can give you. It's also the best ending for you."
Eris' beard, the veins on his hands, and his skinny body were all trembling. It was as if a ferocious beast was rampaging in his heart and was about to break out of its cage.
"Your Majesty, Brandon is not guilty. We don't plead guilty. We have the right to request a trial by martial arts. Dying in battle is better than losing honor, "Rickard said with a cold gaze.
"Hehehe …" Eris held his forehead and chuckled.
"You must think that you have a chance of winning because Arthur Dane is not in the Red Fort, right?"
"Someone, go to the dungeon and bring Brandon here."
Soon, Danny saw 'Blood-soaked Sword' Brandon.
Black hair, black eyes, a square face, a straight nose, a tall figure, heroic, masculine, and full of vitality.
Although his face was dirty and his clothes were sloppy, he had a dignified bearing. He walked into the court with his head held high and his chest puffed out. There was no trace of fear on his face.
He was a very masculine man.
No wonder Ashara fell in love with him. Compared to the steady and somewhat lethargic Barristan, this young man was too suitable to be her boyfriend.
Yes, honest people like Old Ba and Eide who could live their lives were suitable to be her husband.
Brandon was tied to a marble pillar inlaid with bronze Megalosaurus reliefs in front of the imperial palace.
His legs were tied together by hemp rope. His hands were unchained, a belt was around his neck, and he was chained to the pillar.
"Clang —"
Under the confused gazes of Brandon and Rickard, the Mad King turned around and pulled out the long sword at White Knight Jaime's waist. He threw it under the royal stairs. The long sword rolled on the ground and finally stopped two steps away from Brandon.
Then, four guards rushed in and tied Rickard up without any explanation. They hung him on another pillar.
"Your Majesty, what are you doing?" Rickard had a bad premonition and said angrily.
"Didn't you want to have a trial by martial arts?" the Mad King asked, puzzled.
"You tied my hands and feet and hung me in the air. How can I compete?" Rickard said.
"Oh, you might not understand. The representative I chose wasn't the White Knight, but the more representative of the True Dragon — 'Fire.'"
The Mad King slapped his forehead and laughed maniacally.
"Fire?"
Soon, everyone understood what the Mad King was going to do.
The alchemist brought a few cans of green liquid, Wildfire, and lit them under Rickard.
"Rickard, if you don't die from the Wildfire, I lose. Everyone will be acquitted. If you are guilty, the Wildfire will punish you on my behalf. "The Mad King laughed.
"No —" Brandon's expression changed drastically. He struggled frantically and howled, "Your Majesty, kill me! My father had nothing to do with the murder of Lei Jia. Let him go — "
"Sigh, my benevolent heart …" The Mad King sighed helplessly and said nonsense in a serious tone, "Brandon, the sword is under your feet. If you have filial piety, you can pick it up, cut the rope, and save Duke Rickard."
Boom — Flames dyed the court hall green and the faces of everyone in the hall.
"Ouch —" Rickard, who was on the flames, let out an inhuman cry of pain.
For the martial arts competition, he had specially changed into a full set of steel helmet and armor.
Therefore, the flames didn't directly burn his body. Instead, it was like roasting meat on a metal plate …
"No, Father —" Brandon's eyes were red, and his face was purple. Two streams of blood flowed from the corners of his eyes.
His father was struggling in the Wildfire, and he was struggling in the belt that locked his throat.
Brandon struggled forward, his arms stretched out, hoping to reach the longsword on the floor. Even if his neck was broken, it was always a long way away.
The smell of burnt meat filled the hall, and the sizzling sound of the oil seemed to be particularly loud. Rickard was cooked, and the oil was fried.
"Hehehe …" Brandon's eyes were bloodshot, and he was panting like a demon. But he still struggled forward, toward the sword on the ground.
Then he strangled himself to death.
The Mad King watched the whole process with great interest. The guards also had a curious look, and they enjoyed watching the show.
Only the White Knight, Jaime Lannister, looked very conflicted. He was even in pain and anger. He took a few steps forward, but in the end, he retreated to the Mad King's side.
The Mad King noticed the White Knight's struggle. He seemed to be stimulated three times, and he laughed even more proudly.
"Rickard lost. I won the trial." The Mad King tilted his head and looked at the young White Knight. He smiled viciously and said, "Brandon still has accomplices, Kaeller, Albert, and Joffrey. Jaime, go and bring them here. I want to burn them all!"
That day, the four companions who came with Brandon to the King's Landing to settle the score with Regar were all nobles.
Among them, Albert Ayrin was the nephew of Jon Ayrin, the "First Foster Father of Power," and the heir of the Eagle Nest.
The death of the direct bloodline also led to the marriage between Jon Ayrin and Lysa Tully.
The Mad King only once killed the heirs of two of the seven kingdoms of the Westeros.
This kind of magical power …
Danny was sure that the Mad King had developed Targaryen's "Mad Blood" to an unprecedented level.
Then, she started to worry about herself. She was his direct bloodline!
After eating the fishwood paste, her talent was completely developed. Did that include "Mad Blood"?
It was so scary!
"This is our kingdom. Leave, leave …"
While she was letting her imagination run wild, the Three-Eyed Crow's will chased after her.
When Danny looked up, she saw Bran beside Brandon, who had a sad expression. She saw Blinden, who was staring at her. She saw countless people … They had all witnessed the Mad King's "masterpiece" like her. At this moment, they all looked over. The powerful will instantly sent Danny flying out of this moment.
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