Game of Thrones: I Created the Weave

The sea churned.

A storm descended suddenly.

Limitless dark seawater stubbornly crashed against the rugged Dragonstone from below, while the sky poured down endless silvery Rain, determined to drown everything on the surface.

The castle became quiet and violent.

Bonfires, stone statues, and the play of human Light and shadow were swallowed by the Lord of Darkness, while the sounds of conversation, footsteps, and horns were masked by the Storm God who wielded the Rain.

What could be seen?

Shadows, shadows, still shadows.

What could be heard?

The wind laughed wildly, the Rain sang loudly, the sea roared, and the castle wailed, but there was no human sound.

The Darkness suddenly crackled and flashed for an instant. Dazzling white Light pierced the heart, proclaiming supreme divine power.

People sincerely gave thanks for the gentle Light the Gods usually bestowed.

Boom~~~

A suppressed, low, heavy thunderclap mercilessly shook people's hearts and even their Souls.

The sky roared in anger.

No matter how many times it was experienced, the power of the storm could still make humans see their insignificance.

People trembled and hid deep within the castle, away from the Light, the gale, the heavy Rain, and the sound, like ants burrowing into the ground.

However, the Painted Table Chamber, located at the highest point of the Main Keep, was an exception.

There were still candlelight and human figures inside.

"The storm is getting stronger. Your Majesty, perhaps we should discuss elsewhere," the Onion Knight looked worriedly at little Shireen.

Joffrey closed his eyes and listened. A constant rumbling echoed within the stone walls.

Dragonstone's Main Keep was called the Stone Drum Tower. It was said that whenever a storm came, its ancient walls would boom with echoes from within.

It truly lived up to its name.

Another lightning bolt tore across the sky. The Light shone through the four tall windows into the Painted Table Chamber, and the candlelight instantly became almost nonexistent.

He opened his eyes. On the twenty-meter-long "Map Table" before him was a detailed map of Westeros carved into its surface. The position of the high platform he sat on corresponded exactly to Dragonstone.

Once upon a time, Aegon the Conqueror sat here and overlooked all of Westeros.

He raised his gaze. The Earls and their subordinates stood quietly in various parts of the hall, waiting for instructions. What respectful and obedient vassals they were.

Joffrey smiled, "The storm is not my enemy. Listen, it's welcoming me."

The storm beat against the tightly closed tall windows and stone walls. Everyone looked at each other, but the constantly flashing Light prevented them from seeing each other's expressions clearly.

"Have you all forgotten?" Joffrey pointed towards the Port, "Here, over a decade ago, the last Targaryen fleet was torn apart by a furious storm. Daenerys even got the name 'Stormborn' because of it. Does she consider this an honor?"

"How about we make a bet? I bet today's storm won't harm the Royal Fleet. What do you say?"

Joffrey scanned the crowd.

"I support Your Majesty!" Earl Celtigar of Crab Isle seemed to roar with all his might, yet the sound everyone heard was still slightly weak.

The young Earl of Sharp Point was the second to step forward, "May the storm favor Your Majesty."

The rest could only echo their agreement.

Joffrey sighed, "Boring. Not a single objection?"

No one dared to answer.

"Then let's begin the discussion. The sooner it's over, the better, so Ser Davos doesn't have to wait anxiously."

He extended his right hand, and a rolled parchment was handed to him from the shadows behind him.

Everyone watched the scroll unroll ring by ring.

Joffrey opened it and glanced at it, then handed the parchment to his left, "Jon, show this news to the Lords."

The black-haired bastard stepped out of the shadows and passed the scroll in order to the people in the hall.

Earl Velaryon couldn't help but exclaim, "Lord Renly is suspected of being involved in the murder of His Majesty King Robert and Duke Stannis and has fled King's Landing. How is this possible!?"

The pious Earl Sunglass's face was solemn, "If this is true, Renly, having committed Kinslaying, will surely not be tolerated by the Seven. His only end is to fall into the Seven Hells after death!"

Other Lords and Knights also debated this endlessly.

Joffrey clapped his hands, and the hall immediately fell silent.

"I don't want to believe it either. But Uncle Renly did quietly leave King's Landing during the night, with no intention of seeing me again. Why?"

Why? Everyone looked at the young King.

Joffrey's face flickered in the lightning, "My Lords, if that day truly comes, are you willing to defend the legitimate succession of the Royal Family and fight for the monarch you have sworn allegiance to?"

There was only one answer. All the figures knelt in unison, "It is our honor!"

Joffrey stood up from the high platform, "Good! With the support of you Lords for the Royal Family, Uncle Renly will surely calm down and spare the Seven Kingdoms from the threat of war."

"I command," he said, looking at the Earls.

"Every forty warships of the Dragonstone Port Fleet will form a squadron.

The First Fleet will sail towards Storm's End to advise Uncle Renly to return to the palace.

The Second Fleet will clear the Blackwater Bay and Narrow Sea shipping lanes.

The Third Fleet will return to King's Landing with me, dedicated to guarding the Blackwater River and King's Landing Port.

The Fourth Fleet will remain at Dragonstone.

The position of Lord Commander of the Royal Fleet is temporarily vacant and will be awarded based on merit in the future."

Joffrey's tone was firm, "My Lords, decide now, which fleet will you command?"

Everyone held their breath. Fleet Commander?!

Joffrey took out a crystal ball and placed it on the Map Table at the location of Blackwater Bay.

A surge of Light Magic Energy suddenly erupted, and a white sun rose from the sea east of the undulating Westeros Continent on the table, casting a huge silhouette on the curved stone wall.

Everyone's gaze was fixed on the map, every detail clearly visible.

Here was the Vale with its crisscrossing valleys, there were the Westerlands with mountains of gold and silver, the vast North, the fertile Reach, the hot and dry Dorne, the coastal Stormlands...

Standing on Dragonstone was His Majesty the King of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros.

His Majesty smiled faintly, "It was too dark just now, that's the only bad thing about the storm. It's much clearer now, let's continue."

Earl Velaryon stepped forward and bowed down.

Supernatural power, power like that of the Valyrian Freehold!

His face was filled with uncontrollable excitement and shock, "Your Majesty, I am willing to be the Commander of the First Fleet, to fight for you at Storm's End and bring back Renly Baratheon!"

Earl Sunglass prayed devoutly to The Seven, then knelt and requested, "I am willing to serve as the Commander of the Second Fleet, to sweep the seas for Your Majesty."

The elderly Earl Celtigar was about to speak, but Davos rushed forward to Joffrey first.

"Your Majesty, will Miss Shireen return to the Red Keep with you?"

Joffrey nodded.

Davos immediately prostrated himself, "I beg Your Majesty to allow me to join the Third Fleet, and I swear by all honor and reputation that I will offer eternal loyalty! Never wavering!"

Joffrey stepped down from the platform and helped the Onion Knight up, "Then you will be the Commander of the Third Fleet. Do a good job from now on."

"Earl Celtigar, Earl Bar Emmon," Joffrey walked over and patted the shoulders of the old man and the boy, "The responsibility of staying at Dragonstone is great. You must discuss matters together, and ask for instructions often. The Red Keep isn't too far, after all."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The assembly ended, and everyone withdrew from the Painted Table Chamber. Lady Selyse, who had been waiting anxiously outside, immediately rushed in.

"Shireen!" She immediately hugged her daughter, then looked angrily at Joffrey, "Your esteemed Majesty the King, have you decided what to do with us, mother and daughter?"

Joffrey was neither anxious nor annoyed, "I am confident I can cure Shireen's Greyscale. I will naturally take her with me when we leave tomorrow. Surely, madam, you wouldn't bear to see Shireen continue to be tormented by her illness?"

Selyse was incredulous, "Cure Greyscale?"

"I never lie."

Joffrey turned and looked at the storm outside the window, "King's Landing and the Red Keep have changed, and they will only get better and better. I believe Shireen and you will like it."

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