Not just Stannis, The Loyalists The Queens Party's vassals were also hostile towards Tyrell.
When Littlefinger Once Petyr entered the Stone Drum Tower, shaped like a giant dragon, he felt as if he had truly stepped into the throat of the giant dragon, with the raging dragon flames ready to incinerate him at any moment.
He kept his eyes fixed ahead, while glancing around at the knights and nobles out of the corner of his eye, and found that most of them were people he had never seen before, or even remembered.
After all, he was a minister of the court promoted by Arryn, and he saw famous nobles every day. In his eyes, the people around Stannis were just small fry.
" If it weren't for Jon, all of you would be prisoners!" Petyr thought resentfully, lamenting the injustice of fate.
All the calculations and schemes ultimately came to nothing.
"Ah, so it's Lord Littlefinger from the Imperial Household Department." Suddenly, someone spoke up sarcastically, mentioning his nickname.
Petyr's nickname comes from two main reasons: firstly, because he was rather thin, and secondly, because his Family fiefdom was located on the Finger Peninsula in the Valley, a small and barren area.
That's why he's known as Littlefinger.
However, Petyr simply smiled at the derogatory term and did not react excessively. He came to Stannis and respectfully knelt down to pay his respects.
"Your Excellency Majesty Stannis, I am Petyr Baelish. I have come to pledge my loyalty to you and, on behalf of House Tyrell, to negotiate peace." As soon as Petyr finished speaking, someone shouted, " Tyrell is a traitor!"
"That's right!"
"We'll have to punish them sooner or later!"
Hearing the clamor of the crowd, Petyr felt nothing but utter contempt. "What a bunch of fools! If it weren't for the threat from the Southern Dornish, would Tyrell care about the attitude of these defeated foes?"
Petyr, of course, wouldn't voice these thoughts, but remained kneeling on the ground, respectfully awaiting Stannis's decision.
He believed that Stannis would never be that stupid.
After a moment, Stannis finally spoke: " Ser Petyr, I already know that Dao was ordered by Cersei to win over Tyrell, and the responsibility for this matter does not lie with you."
" Your wisdom is beyond reproach." Petyr breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed he didn't have anything to worry about.
However, the next second, Stannis switched to a questioning tone: "Even though you were coerced by Cersei, I ask you, outside of King's Landing, was anyone else coercing you? Why did you still choose to pledge allegiance to the false king at that time?!"
Furthermore, Cersei has already told me that Lord Eddard was killed in a coup, and your advice was undoubtedly involved!
Stannis's words contained the rage before a storm; if it weren't for Tyrell, he could have conquered King's Landing himself.
He could already foresee that historians would record that his throne was seized for him by a bastard. Although he wouldn't hold a grudge against Jon for it, it would be a disgrace for him for the rest of his life.
At this moment, Petyr's face turned pale. Fortunately, he had prepared in advance, and he quickly said, " Your Majesty, Cersei has sent Lannister warriors to follow me. I can't get away. And as you know, the people of House Tyrell are obsessed with making Margaery queen. Even without me, they would find a way to make peace with Lannister. Moreover, I have also spoken to Jon about Lord Eddard's matter, and I have obtained his forgiveness. I am just a treasurer who only knows how to count coins. It was the best I could do to get Lord Eddard to go to Nights Watch dressed in black. It was Joffrey who insisted on killing Lord Eddard!" As Petyr spoke, he took out the letter of forgiveness that Jon had written to him.
Before Stannis could give his servant a signal, Davos quickly stepped forward and presented the results to him.
" Your Majesty, Jon is still young, you—" Davos whispered, hoping Stannis wouldn't misunderstand Jon because of this.
Stannis didn't speak, but simply opened the letter of understanding, glanced at it briefly, and handed it back to Davos. Then, he spoke again seriously: " Petyr Baelish."
" Your Majesty." Upon hearing Stannis call him by his full name, he quickly lowered his posture even further.
"Whether what you did before was right or wrong, whether it was out of personal gain or honor, is hard to determine. But you came to negotiate on behalf of Tyrell, which is also a merit. I will retain your fiefdom and title."
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Although she knew Dao Stannis hadn't finished speaking, but Petyr quickly thanked him, hoping that Stannis would stop there.
Seeing his expression, Stannis's deep blue eyes flashed with disgust. He continued, "But the 'Bridge of Bitterness Mutiny' caused immense losses to me and my army. Your actions constitute treason!" Stannis paused, then said, "Guards!"
Petyr shuddered violently, feeling a tightness in his throat, a tremor in his cheeks, and a sensation as if an electric current was running through his entire body.
"I, Stannis Baratheon I, hereby declare that one of your hands shall be cut off as punishment!"
" Your Majesty!" Petyr suddenly looked up at Stannis, his voice trembling, almost breaking into a sob. " Your Majesty! I'll pay the fine for Your Majesty!"
Petyr pleaded, but two fully armed guards had already come to his side, one on each side of the small Petyr, and soon someone brought out a wooden stump from somewhere.
" Your Majesty! I am willing to offer a fine, I am willing to offer the land Your Majesty— " He was only halfway through his sentence when someone stuffed a stinky piece of burlap into his mouth.
" Lord Petyr, I am truly sorry, for the sake of your ears." The speaker was Penny, who had approached Jon with Davos that day.
Petyr struggled, but it felt like a thousand-pound boulder was pressing down on him. He never expected to have to pay such a heavy price.
Because his view was obstructed, he couldn't even see his left hand, which he was about to lose.
With a snap, he felt no pain when the axe fell; it felt like someone had ripped a piece off his clothes.
But then, blood gushed out, and a pain so intense that half of his body went numb spread rapidly. In the blink of an eye, Petyr's face lost all color and turned pale and contorted.
Everyone in the hall could smell a faint odor of blood.
Upon witnessing this scene, Davos subconsciously rubbed his severed finger.
In his view, that's how Stannis was: if you did something wrong, you had to be punished, and if you did something good, you had to be rewarded.
Stannis cut off four of his own knuckles to punish himself for smuggling, but later elevated himself from a commoner of Flea Bottom to a nobleman.
At least in Davos's opinion, it was worth it.
Stannis's punishment did not make him resentful; on the contrary, it made him even more loyal.
In the hall of the Stone Drum Tower, Petyr, with a rag in his mouth, roared in agony from his chest. Fortunately, a maester soon appeared, fed him poppy milk, and bandaged his wounds.
After a frantic 15 minutes, Petyr looked at his severed left hand with a forlorn expression. He could feel that his severed hand was still warm.
But instead of picking them up, his thirst for power and ambition rose to a new level. In an instant, many names flashed before his eyes: Aerys Targaryen, Jon Arryn, Brandon Stark, Eddard Stark, Robert, Rhaegar ————
At this moment, Petyr desperately wanted to be one of them.
He wanted power, enough power, enough to change the world!
He wants a kingdom that is absolutely his own!
After cutting off Petyr's hand, Stannis seemed to feel a bit better and steered the conversation back to Jon's marriage prospects.
As for the captive nobles brought by Petyr, Stannis decided to set them aside for now and ignore them.
As for what terms to discuss, Tyrell had already sent a raven to Dragonstone, and Stannis had already accepted them. Petyr was just there to make a show of things.
The group started arguing again about Jon's marriage. Petyr watched all this with a somewhat indifferent expression, when suddenly an idea struck him. He knew that now was definitely not the time for Dao to wallow in self-pity; he had to demonstrate his worth as soon as possible.
" Your Majesty," Petyr said weakly, clutching his broken wrist.
The vassals of the Loyalists and the Queens Party all stared in surprise at the newly surrendered vassal. Stannis wouldn't listen to their advice; how could someone like him, whose hand had just been cut off, possibly accept their opinions?
But seeing Petyr clutching his broken wrist, his face pale, everyone put away their contempt and disdain, and watched him walk to the center to face Stannis.
" Your Majesty, please allow me to offer you some humble advice on this matter."
"Speak, Ser Petyr," Stannis said, looking into Petyr's grey-green eyes.
"I think it would be good for Jon to marry Margaery Tyrell. "
As soon as Petyr finished speaking, the hall fell silent for a moment, with only the sounds of armor rubbing together and breathing. Then, a burst of laughter erupted.
" Littlefinger, everyone says you're a smart person, but do you think with your hands?"
" How could the people of House Tyrell possibly be willing to marry their precious daughter to a bastard?"
"It would be better to just declare war on them!"
The Loyalists The Queens Party's courtiers all believed that Petyr was delirious from pain and talking nonsense.
They were well aware of Stannis's current strength; forcing Jon and Margaery into marriage was tantamount to slapping Tyrell in the face.
During the reign of Targaryen, Baratheon The members of Family challenged Dragon King because of their marital problems.
Ultimately, the King of Targaryen was forced to marry his youngest daughter, Lele Targaryen, to Baratheon. Family.
In fact, the reason Robert was able to become king instead of Arryn or Eddard was because Lele Targaryen was the grandmother of Robert and his two brothers!
Seeing the merciless ridicule, Petyr remained unmoved and stated his opinion: " Your Majesty, Tyrell's terms for peace are to retain all their fiefdoms and titles, but their treason is undeniable and must be punished as well." Petyr looked at Stannis and said, "You can't just bully me; if you want to demonstrate royal authority, you should challenge Tyrell, the tough nut to crack!" "I believe they should marry Margaery to Jon. This will both show your favor and reward to Jon and punish House Tyrell ————"
Upon hearing this, everyone realized that it made sense, but the two sides were still somewhat mismatched in strength.
"As for Jon being a bastard, I think you already have the idea of legitimizing him. Why not just appoint him as the Lord of Casterly Rock? Wouldn't that solve the problem?" Petyr's statement shocked everyone once again.
Casterly Rock is still in Lannister's hands. How can you reward a meritorious person like this?
"You can bestow the Casterly Rock upon Jon, which will solve Jon's identity problem. Moreover, after Jon and Margaery get together, House Tyrell will inevitably help him attack the West. You can also take this opportunity to weaken House Tyrell's strength. Isn't that killing two birds with one stone?"
Silence fell over the hall once again.