Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord

Petyr looked embarrassed when he heard this and said, "Gavin is not on the Stepstone Islands at the moment. If we only discuss matters with his officials, it may be difficult to achieve this."

Upon hearing this, Jon Arryn replied firmly, "Then simply read them the order of the Royal Council directly. Arrange our personnel first. Most of Gavin's troops are purchased Unsullied. According to the law, they are prohibited from being part of an army of slaves."

Petyr sighed helplessly. "I will do my best, Prime Minister."

Wallis, standing nearby, also expressed his compliance.

After Jon Arryn arranged the task, he turned to Robert and said, "Your Majesty, please remain on the Iron Throne for the time being. I need to go to Dragonstone to discuss matters with Stannis."

Robert frowned. "What is there to talk about with Stannis? My brother rarely comes to King's Landing now."

Jon Arryn answered, "No, no. Regardless of the situation, your brother is the Sea Lord and controls the royal fleet. If we truly need to suppress the rebellion, we must rely on him. Once I return, we can discuss giving Gavin an official position. It would be best if he comes to King's Landing. We need to meet this young man."

Robert grumbled, "Okay, okay. It's up to you. You're the Prime Minister, after all. I'll do whatever you want."

After the Small Council

The Eight-clawed Spider, Varys, quickly returned to his residence. As soon as he entered, he immediately pulled out a pen and paper and began to write.

**"My old friend Illyrio, there is an unexpected factor in our plans. You must have heard about it by now. Gavin Belerys, the current Lord of the Stepstone Islands, owns a golden dragon. This undoubtedly proves that he is a dragonrider, and he's sailing toward Braavos.

Meanwhile, Robert Baratheon has given explicit orders to assassinate Viserys and Daenerys, and our plans must be advanced. I hope you will go to Braavos immediately, bring the brother and sister back to Pentos, and also contact Gavin Belerys to see if you can be of use to us.

Your friend, Varys the Octopus Spider."**

Then, Varys called for his little bird, a young boy no older than seven or eight. After giving him a piece of candy, Varys handed the letter to the boy and said, "Go to the port and deliver this to Captain Yom." The boy nodded enthusiastically, clutching the letter tightly in his small hands, and hurried off toward the door.

The Reach – Highgarden

In a beautiful garden, flowers bloomed and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves.

Margaery Tyrell had been summoned by her grandmother, Olenna, and hurried to meet her, curiosity in her heart.

As soon as she entered, she saw her grandmother seated solemnly, while her father, the Duke of Mace Tyrell, looked somewhat downcast.

Margaery rushed forward, bowing respectfully. "Father, grandmother, what has happened?"

The Duke of Mace immediately spoke, his voice tinged with anger. "The envoy sent to the Iron Throne has returned. Robert Baratheon rejected our Tyrell marriage proposal. He plans for his heir, Joffrey, to marry Sansa Stark, the daughter of Lord Ned Stark. Apparently, they had an agreement already."

Margaery quickly understood that the family's plans had failed. At that moment, Olenna handed her a piece of paper and said gravely, "The exact news is that Gavin Belerys has a dragon, though we can't confirm whether he's related to the Targaryens." Margaery quickly took the paper and read it carefully.

As she read, Margaery's eyes widened in shock. She remembered Gavin's silver hair and purple eyes when they first met, and for a moment, she was speechless.

The Duke of Mace spoke up. "Since Robert Baratheon looks down on us, why don't we consider Gavin Belerys? He has dragons and an army. He may not be able to become the second Aegon, but he certainly has potential."

Olenna shot her son a withering look. "Oh, my Lord, the Seven Gods, you inflated fish! How can the Iron Throne tolerate the rise of a new dragonrider? Don't be so naive. This situation is far more complicated than you think."

When the Duke heard his mother's sharp words, he knew he'd offended her and fell silent.

Olenna turned her attention to Margaery, her tone softening. "I've always wanted you to become queen, and Joffrey was the best choice—until Robert rejected that alliance. Renly Baratheon was once considered, but now, we have another option."

Margaery's emotions swirled; excitement and shyness mixed together. But she quickly suppressed them and analyzed the situation coolly. "Gavin, who owns the dragon and the Stepstone Islands, could become king, but such a move would surely trigger a conflict with the Iron Throne. This is still speculative, though. I think we should wait and see how the Iron Throne reacts before making any decisions."

Olenna nodded, a proud smile tugging at her lips. "Yes, my child, it's good that you can think so calmly. But we cannot afford to do nothing. I heard you mention that Gavin will come to attend your sixteenth name day. If he does, I will find a way to speak with him. If not, I will need you to go to the Stepstone Islands. I believe you can influence him."

The Duke of Mace interjected hastily. "What are you afraid of? Bring Gavin back to Highgarden and ask him directly. Why worry about the Iron Throne when there are dragons?"

Olenna rolled her eyes. "Shut up, you idiot! Many dragons have been killed. The Tyrells cannot act prematurely!"

Margaery thought for a moment before responding. "Grandmother, I understand. I will write to Gavin later and remind him to come to Highgarden for my name day."

Later that Day

Margaery returned to her room with a heavy heart. After composing the letter, she handed it to the maid by her side. As the maid left, Margaery couldn't help but think back to her encounter with Gavin and look forward to their next meeting.

Braavos – House of Black and White

Under the dock by the river, a group of people unloaded several heavy boxes and made their way up the rocky steps toward the entrance of the temple. The leader, wearing a dark black robe embroidered with silver threads that faintly shimmered, led them toward the House of Black and White.

The temple stood tall, its dark gray stone exterior blending with the rocky hill. The roof was pointed, covered with black tiles, and there were no windows—only a pair of massive twelve-foot-high carved wooden doors. One was made of fish-beam wood, pale as bone, while the other was crafted from ebony, gleaming faintly in the light. A moon-shaped carving sat between the two doors, with the ebony inlaid with fish-beam wood, and vice versa.

The wooden door opened slightly, and a monk in black and white robes emerged. He looked at the black-robed man leading the group, bowed, and said, "All mortals must die."

The black-robed man immediately bowed in return, replying, "All mortals must serve."