Chapter 168 Joffrey's Party
In the Red Castle - Throne Room
A luxurious banquet was being held, which was specially held by Joffrey for the nobles who had pledged allegiance to him during the day.
The hall was brightly lit, and the nobles were dressed in gorgeous costumes, toasting and laughing.
Joffrey, the great emperor of all ages, sat on the Iron Throne, watching the servile nobles below take turns to flatter and toast, and an irrepressible pleasure surged in his heart.
He couldn't help but roar in his heart: "Everyone will eventually submit to me. I am the King of the Seven Kingdoms, the master of the Iron Throne, and they must be loyal to me and be used by me."
The nobles' words of loyalty during the day were still echoing in his ears, and their flattery at this moment made Joffrey feel extremely powerful.
He glanced around the hall triumphantly, his eyes falling on the gorgeous decorations and the nobles.
Joffrey raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing an arrogant smile.
He enjoyed the feeling of being respected, as if the whole world was under his control.
He felt that he was the master of his fate, and no one could defy his will.
"King, clang. clang" the rapid bell rang and entered the hall, breaking Joffrey I's intoxication.
The banquet also became quiet for a while, and everyone talked about it, wondering about the sudden bell. Some royal nobles suddenly became nervous. The frequency of the bell was familiar but strange.
When Janos Slynt heard the sudden bell, his heart suddenly tightened, and the blood on his face faded instantly, turning pale as paper. The originally greasy face was now only in panic.
As the commander of the capital guard, although he was greedy and untrustworthy, and was often criticized as a straw bag, he had a certain power and status from a humble background to the commander of the capital guard. He was not useless. His professional sensitivity made him realize that this was the bell of the enemy attack at the first time.
Janos Slynt's mind was in chaos, and all kinds of terrible thoughts came like a tide. "Enemy attack? Who is it? The Royal Fleet rebelled? But all the nobles of the Royal Fleet are at the banquet?"
"What happened? Who can tell the king?" Joffrey's impatient voice came from the Iron Throne. The bell sounded so inappropriately, and the rapid frequency disturbed his banquet and his interest. The rapid bell sound made him feel uneasy and angry.
Everyone at the banquet was silent when they heard the king's question.
"Your Majesty! This... This is the bell of the enemy attack!" Silint's voice trembled, breaking the quiet atmosphere of the banquet.
The nobles stopped their actions, the smiles on their faces froze instantly, and they whispered to each other.
The hall was noisy, and everyone looked at Joffrey nervously, waiting for the king's instructions.
When Joffrey heard what Janos said, his face suddenly darkened.
He glared at Janos, as if he wanted to vent all his anger on the commander of the capital garrison. "Enemy attack? In my King's Landing? Who is so bold?" His voice was full of anger and majesty.
The nobles looked at each other, their hearts filled with fear and anxiety. This sudden enemy attack broke their original comfort and plunged them into deep panic.
Janos lowered his head in panic, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
He tried to calm himself down and began to think about how to answer.
Jaime on the side interrupted and said, "Your Majesty, we must strengthen our defense immediately, close the gate of the Red Castle, and send someone to check the news."
Jaime Lannister's words saved Janos from the dilemma. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He was instinctively afraid of the moody Joffrey.
Joffrey showed his arrogance and stood up from the Iron Throne like a proud lion.
He shouted, "I am the king. If someone dares to attack the king's capital, I will personally chop off his head." His words were full of arrogance and arrogance, as if the whole world was under his control.
Hearing Joffrey's words, Cersei, who had been promoted to the Queen Mother, immediately became nervous. Her eyes were full of worry and anxiety. Seeing Joffrey's impulsiveness, she hurriedly said: "Joffrey, you can't go. You are the king, and your safety is related to the fate of the entire kingdom."
Joffrey looked at Cersei with dissatisfaction and said loudly: "Mother, I am the king. I can't let others invade my capital and do nothing. I want them to know how powerful I am."
Cersei patiently persuaded: "Joffrey, it's too dangerous for you to go out now. We don't know who the enemy is. Who, how many, the king should sit in the Red Castle and command the soldiers to fight. "
Joffrey frowned, still unwilling to say: "I am the king, I can defeat them."
Petyr on the side said respectfully: "Your Majesty, we never doubt your courage and strength, but you have loyal Kingsguard and commanders you can trust, just leave these things to them, you just need to sit on the Iron Throne, the Red Castle also needs the king's protection. "
Other nobles also stepped forward to dissuade, and finally coaxed Joffrey to sit in the Red Castle and stop going out to make trouble.
Joffrey was dissatisfied, he sat back on the Iron Throne, his face still gloomy.
Jaime ordered to strengthen the defense of the Red Castle, and then rode his horse and led the soldiers to the direction of the bell.
As soon as he walked out of the Red Castle gate, Jaime saw several golden robes running in panic.
They were pale and their eyes were full of fear, as if something terrible was chasing them behind them.
When the golden robes saw the fully-armed James, they rushed forward as if they had found their savior.
"Ser Jaime! Enemy attack! Dragon... The dragon is breathing fire!" A golden robe shouted with a trembling voice, his face full of panic.
"Dragon? Enemy attack? What's going on?" Jaime frowned and asked sternly.
"Ser Jaime, the royal fleet in the port has been attacked! The dragon suddenly appeared and burned the warships in the port." Another golden robe said anxiously.
"The royal fleet has been annihilated, Ser Jaime." Another golden robe said with despair on his face.
Hearing the news of the destruction of the dragon and the royal fleet, Jaime's heart sank.
"Stepstones!"
Jaime instantly understood who was the culprit of the attack on King's Landing. Robert had been preparing for the war to conquer the Stepstones, but the war had not yet started.
Now Robert has been poisoned, and Joffran has to bear the consequences of provoking the Dragon King. Will the other party break through King's Landing? What should I do? Can King's Landing be defended? Will the dragon hunting crossbow prepared by Robert, the drunkard, work? Should he take Cersei and the others away first? Faced with the sudden appearance of the dragon, Jaime was in a dilemma.
