"What did Danny Rize say?"
As soon as Sansa ended the call and left the bedroom, Illyrio and the others, who had been anxiously pacing around the living room, surrounded her.
"She said that Melisandre shouldn't be able to hurt Bellerion. She wants us to investigate what happened in Stannis' camp that day," Sansa said softly.
"Sigh, what's the point of investigating this at a time like this? When will she come? "Illyrio stomped his foot.
"She doesn't have time —"
"Doesn't have time?" Illyrio shouted before the queen could finish.
"How can she not have time? At a time like this, even if the sky falls, she should hurry back to the North and save His Majesty the King! Is there anything more important in the world than this? "
Sansa frowned. She was very unhappy with the fatty who was yelling. You're just a marquis without a title. What right do you have to yell in front of the queen?
Also, there are many vassals of the Valleys, the Riverlands, and the Stormlands here. Putting aside the etiquette between ruler and vassal, if you keep yelling like your son has died, won't these vassals, who are barely united, lose their morale? So much so that he even had thoughts of treason?
On the surface, the True Dragon Alliance was under Aegon alone, but its foundation was the Dragon Queen, who dominated the world.
No matter how much Aegon emphasized that there were two branches and that his actions did not represent Danny's aunt, he was able to gain the support of Uncle Finger, Prince Daolang, the nobles of the Valleys, the Riverlands, and the Riverlands. It was mainly because the Dragon Queen had fought against the whole world alone. It seemed that they had not lost.
The first rule of power: Don't stand on the side of the losers.
The Westeros nobles who had no moral integrity naturally did not want to be the losers.
It was bad that Aegon had fallen into enemy hands, but it was not the end of the world. The scariest thing was losing Aunt Danny's' love '.
If the vassals of the Alliance misunderstood that the queen did not care for her nephew at this critical time, what would they think?
Thinking of this, a cold light flashed in Sansa's eyes, and she said calmly, "You lost your composure, Marquis Illyrio!"
"I …" Fatty's mind was in a mess before, but when he saw the expressions of the Queen and the other vassals, he immediately regained his usual cleverness. Tears seeped out of the corners of his eyes, and he said sorrowfully, "Your Majesty, this old servant is guilty! I'm just too worried about Your Majesty's safety! "
Seeing his natural, sincere, and loyal expression, Sansa's heart softened. She sighed and said, "I'm also worried and anxious, but it's useless to be anxious.
Aunt Danny is indeed unable to free herself. The allied army has already set up camp at the foot of Meereen City. Who knows, they might have already begun to attack the city. "
Then, her eyes were deep and serene as she secretly swept her gaze over the solemn but different vassals in the hall. A trace of a comforting smile hung on her face as she said,
"Aunt Danny was as anxious as I was. When she first heard the bad news, she was so sad that she cried."
"Ah!" When the nobles heard this, they couldn't help but exclaim softly.
Ever since the Dragon Queen led the centaurs through the Red Purgatory, she gave off the image of a strong, determined, and sharp-edged Iron Lady.
But she actually cried for Nephew Gu, this …
"Loyalty + 50! “
"Cohesion + 50!"
The same notification box seemed to flash above the heads of the nobles from the Riverlands, Valleys, and Stormlands.
Sansa saw everything and felt the sudden change in the atmosphere in the hall. A trace of smugness flashed in her big blue eyes as she continued.
"Even though the situation at Slave Bay is critical, she still asked me to send a message to Stannis immediately.
She is willing to pay a ransom to redeem His Majesty according to the tradition of the Seven Kingdoms.
She will pay the ransom. Ten thousand, a hundred thousand, a million gold royals, it doesn't matter.
But if she dares to harm even a hair on His Majesty's head, there will only be an inch of land left for Stannis to stand on. "
Sir Bruce looked down at his large feet and asked curiously, "How can I stand on an inch of land?"
Uh, this Bruce is not the same person as the Batman at Slave Bay.
He is the cousin of Count Buckler from Bronzegate City in the Stormlands.
Bronzegate City was on the road from Storm's End Fortress to the King's Landing. It was also very close to Storm's End Fortress, so his family had surrendered to King Aegon long ago.
At this moment, Sir Bruce was accompanying the King, trying to get a position in the Kingsguard.
Sansa was a little disdainful of him because in the battle with Britney, Bruce didn't even last ten rounds.
She glanced at him and said calmly, "He was burned to ashes by the Dragonflame and then stored in an inch large box."
"Hiss —"
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air, and it seemed that the increase of loyalty appeared above their heads again.
The limit of loyalty was actually only 100, which showed how low their loyalty was before …
The old crab looked at the calm queen and the obedient ministers around him. He was shocked. How old was she? She had just experienced the tragedy of her husband being captured, and now she was like this …
The old crab didn't appear here for Aegon.
After the 20,000-strong army of the Valley entered the King's Domain, they started to loot the civilians.
Dragonstone Island received several letters of complaint from the nobles of the King's Domain. The old crab came to remind Aegon to restrain his soldiers.
The Westeros nobles didn't seem to worry about food when they went to war.
Danny went to New Guise next door and transported food to Old Guise a few months in advance. When Robb led the northerners south, they didn't bring any food.
They ate along the way.
Where would they get food?
They got food from the ground!
They either provided supplies to the nobles along the way, went hunting in the forest, or were accompanied by caravans.
But one of the main ways to get supplies was to rob the civilians and the local nobles.
This was also why the Brotherhood of No Flag didn't differentiate between lions and wolves when they killed. As long as they encountered soldiers who entered the village, they would kill without mercy.
At this moment, Aegon's army was repeating what their ancestors had done countless times.
The old crab came to the Valley to admonish King Aegon, not to persuade him to love the people.
In the Westeros, the cost of loving the people was too high. Even if the king wanted to, he couldn't afford to.
But the king had to love the nobles. The old crab advised King Aegon, "It's fine if you rob the civilians, but why do you have to harass the nobles' castles?"
King Aegon was helpless, "It's said that soldiers are like combs. A few years ago, the land from the Trident River to the King's Domain was cleaned up by lions and direwolves. The civilians ran to the King's Landing to be sparrows. If I can't get any more out of them, I can only target the nobles!"
.....
The old crab muttered, "Your Highness, Dragon Queen is proficient in Valleglia's Fire Witchcraft. She must have her reasons for needing information about Stannis's camp.
You should immediately contact Duke Jon. He's the Winterfell Lord and is most suitable to investigate this matter.
At the same time, send a letter to Stannis and convey the queen's intentions to him so that King Aegon won't be mistreated. "
Sansa looked approvingly at the old crab. This was an experienced strategist!
"Count Sydega is right. I'll personally make a trip to Winterfell."
"No, Winterfell's situation isn't clear. Your Highness, you can't get involved!" A Valley noble advised.
"My King is in Winterfell. How can I not make sure of his safety? Moreover, Winterfell is Stark's home!
Losing a Stark's son-in-law in the House of Stark is a great humiliation. I believe that the entire Northern Territory doesn't want Stark's eldest daughter to be humiliated in Winterfell. "
At the end of her speech, Sansa gritted her teeth slightly, and her expression and tone unconsciously carried a trace of resentment.
She was indeed blaming Jon. Aegon was her husband. He could fail anywhere, but he couldn't be defeated in Winterfell.
If she was the queen of the Northern Territory, this wouldn't have happened. The 13,000 elites of the Northern Territory and the Valley could have killed Stannis. However, Jon chose to remain neutral for the sake of illusory glory.
"I didn't want to either. It was supposed to be foolproof …" Jon looked exhausted. There were dark circles under his eyes. He pulled his hair and didn't dare to look at his sister's reproachful eyes.
"Everything that happened that day was illogical. Melisandre's head was chopped off, and her body was burned. She shouldn't have been revived. Even if she was revived, she wouldn't have been able to harm the Winged Dragons in the sky. Aegon didn't let his guard down. He was at a safe altitude of 300 meters."
Jon was remorseful, too, and bewildered.
Like Sansa, he felt that the death of Stark's son-in-law in Winterfell was the greatest humiliation in the history of the House of Stark.
But what could he do?
How could a vassal kill the king?
Wasn't that what Wade Frey did to Robb at the Red Wedding?
He couldn't learn from Wade Frey. Remaining neutral was his bottom line!
Sansa looked at Jon calmly.
He sat in the seat that used to belong to his father. His beard was unkempt, and his eyes were red. He felt guilty.
She didn't comfort him. She still needed someone to comfort her!
"Danny Rize wants to investigate whether there was a sacrifice at West Castle that day," she asked.
"Ramus Bolton is dead!"
Sansa's expression changed. She exclaimed, "Danny Rize guessed it."
Jon nodded and sighed. "I had my suspicions too. After asking the servants, I found out that there were burn marks on the floor of the guest room's west hall."
"What about Theon? Is he dead?" Sansa asked worriedly.
"No, Ramus alone is enough. He was the king of the North for a while. He has the king's blood in him. "
Don't doubt, the little skinner really has the king's blood!
The rules of this world were strange. If you weren't a king, there was almost no value in a blood sacrifice. But once you were crowned king, even if it was only for a day, you and your descendants would have the king's blood in their veins.
Therefore, Danny suspected that the king's blood was related to fate and the fate of the nation.
The reason why the little skinner and Theon were valued by Erlu was because of the king's blood.
"In other words, if Melisandre is willing, she can use Theon to cast another vicious curse?" Sansa asked anxiously.
"Don't worry, I've made arrangements. Half of the soldiers guarding Theon are from the North." Jon comforted her.
"We shouldn't have handed the two captives to Stannis."
At this point, Sansa suddenly thought of something and hurriedly asked, "Did Stannis go back on his word? We agreed that the trial of Theon and Ramus had to be held in public. They couldn't be secretly sacrificed to the Light King. "
"So what? Both sides fell out and officially declared war. "Jon didn't think much of it.
"He broke his oath first, so you could naturally break your oath with him. This is Winterfell, the North! "Sansa said faintly.
Once again, Sansa made Jon feel like she was a stranger.
"He has hostages!" Jon emphasized.
"Ransoming a captured noble is a tradition of Westeros. He can't refuse!" Sansa said coldly.
"Then it depends on whether we can satisfy his request."
"I know that the North is poor, but Targaryen doesn't lack money. Danny Rize is even richer than a kingdom. Even if Stannis wants an overseas kingdom, she will satisfy him."
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