Game of Thrones: I Created the Weave

The trial in the Throne Room began.

Master of the Household Hannah was the first to speak: "Petyr Baelish, Varys, do you still refuse to confess to the murder of His Majesty Robert?"

Everyone looked at the two half-sized figures in the middle of the hall.

Undoubtedly, without help, Lord Petyr and Lord Varys could not move a single step, and food and water, even if close by, were a luxury.

These are truly half-sized people. How ruthless!

Thump~

Littlefinger suddenly fell face down onto the hard flagstones.

Varys felt a pang of sorrow.

Without the supporting wooden box, even moving his neck could cause his entire body to topple over. He could only carefully roll his eyes to survey his surroundings.

The Iron Throne directly opposite cast a cold, massive shadow towards him. His Majesty on the throne was expressionless.

Queen Mother Cersei and Lord Eddard sat on either side of the Iron Throne. Kingsguard Jaime Lannister and Meryn Trant stood beside them.

Closer to the council table were Tyrion, Pycelle, Barristan, Hannah, The Hound, and other members of the King's Council.

Varys knew that the once humble maid Hannah had taken his place.

Master of the Household, it sounded more open and aboveboard than Master of Whisperers.

Varys pleaded in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, my Lords, please look at my state. Did I not foresee such a punishment beforehand?"

The courtiers remained silent. Varys and Littlefinger had completely failed, and their former relationships and promises were naturally void.

"It was Bloodraven!"

Varys's voice was full of hatred, "Thanks to Your Majesty's clear insight, I finally know the name of this insidious villain. He controlled my body and mind, I was no match for him!"

Littlefinger, who had fallen, managed to expose his mouth with difficulty, "It was him! How can mortals resist such evil power?"

Joffrey quietly watched the reactions of the people below.

Tyrion scoffed, "You don't think you can escape guilt by making up a story, do you? Who knows what's true or false, Bloodraven might not even exist. Isn't that right, my Lords?"

Several courtiers nodded slowly, but were quickly reminded by those next to them with a quiet nudge, and hurriedly lowered their heads to admire the exquisite flagstones, not daring to react further.

Bloodraven must exist.

Bloodraven definitely exists. Otherwise, how did His Majesty Robert die?

Varys argued again, "I've seen those children. The Children of the Forest! They know how terrifying Bloodraven is! Your Majesty, let them speak a few words."

The Hound glanced at the throne and waved his hand towards the Gold Cloaks guarding the small hall entrance. Three chestnut-haired Sprites walked out from the gradually opening passage of the small hall.

"Oh my gods."

"The Children of the Forest are real!"

"Mercy of the Gods, what miraculous creations..."

The courtiers exclaimed and marveled impolitely, although for some of them, this was not the first time they had seen the Children of the Forest.

Littlefinger immediately pleaded loudly, "My Lords, please ask these little sprites how many conspiracies Bloodraven has, which loyal ministers he has murdered, and how many good people his evil power has controlled."

Everyone looked at the Children of the Forest with curiosity, and the hall fell silent.

Leaf's voice was as beautiful as a song.

"A painful and obsessed old man.

He once entered the tall human Gregor, and strangled infants and the Queen;

He once entered the short human Petyr, and stole Gold Dragons and loyalty;

He once entered the incomplete human Varys, and concealed news and danger;

He once entered the proud human Renly, and stirred ambition and desire.

The Singer discovered him, and thus came to the South."

The sorrowful and natural singing echoed in the hall for a long time, captivating everyone without them realizing it.

Loras broke the silence, "Impossible! Lord Renly is not such a person! He has never done anything evil or shameful!"

The courtiers belonging to Highgarden either immediately voiced their support or were hesitant, wondering if it was appropriate to speak now.

The other courtiers refused to utter half a word.

The Hound mocked, "What a Knight of Flowers, are you representing the entire House Tyrell of Highgarden, or merely speaking for your lover?"

Loras flushed and glared at The Hound.

Joffrey's voice was calm, "There is no need to argue. Earl Velaryon has already sailed to Storm's End to invite Uncle Renly back to the palace. The truth will be revealed in due time. Today, the focus is still on the trial."

"Does anyone else have questions?"

Loras reluctantly retreated back into the ranks. No one else stepped forward.

Joffrey stood up, "Pronounce the sentence!"

The Regent and the King's Council also rose from their seats, and the courtiers knelt on one knee, their hands on their chests, heads bowed.

"Inform the Seven Kingdoms that the mastermind, Bloodraven Brynden Rivers, has committed treason and rebellion. Whoever apprehends the criminal will be rewarded with ten thousand Gold Dragons, regardless of whether he is alive or dead."

"As for the accomplices Varys and Petyr Baelish, their circumstances are extenuating. They are stripped of all positions, wealth, rights, and honors, and shall be kept near the Throne day and night to offer counsel, working to redeem themselves. There is still a possibility of pardon."

The courtiers shouted in unison, "Long live Your Majesty!"

Joffrey sat down again, accidentally touching a sharp iron barb. A trace of his solid Magic Energy was consumed.

The courtiers stood respectfully, waiting to be dismissed.

Tyrion cleared his throat. "Don't be in a hurry, Lords. I have another difficult matter here. We might as well discuss it together."

There's more after the trial? It's only the first day. His Majesty seems overly diligent.

The courtiers felt a sense of foreboding.

Tyrion opened an account book and read aloud, "The total debt of the royal treasury is approximately six million five hundred and twenty-three thousand Gold Dragons:

Three million two hundred thousand to the Lannister family, one million three hundred thousand to the Iron Bank of Braavos, seven hundred thousand to the Faith, six hundred thousand to House Tyrell, five hundred and forty thousand to the Tyroshi Company, as well as interest, losses, penalties for breach of contract, and so on.

Last year's treasury income was approximately one million three hundred and eleven thousand Gold Dragons, and expenditure was approximately one million and two thousand Gold Dragons.

Lords, this is still in peaceful times. What if there is an urgent need for money...

The situation is not optimistic."

Tyrion sighed as he scanned the courtiers. Every face was lowered, making it impossible to discern their expressions. "Which Lord has a solution? Please speak freely."

The hall was as silent as a graveyard.

Cersei finally couldn't help but scold, "The treasury is in such a terrible state?! What have you been doing all this time!"

Joffrey tried to bend a rusted sword blade to his right.

Hand of the King Eddard's voice was low. "Queen Regent, please calm down. The royal treasury is already this empty. The urgent matter is how to salvage the situation."

The courtiers remained silent.

They merely served the Throne in the court, and their duties were not fixed, mostly temporary assignments. As long as they didn't speak out of turn, the responsibility for the treasury could not be blamed on them no matter what.

Tyrion said, "I do have a solution."

Everyone's eyes focused on The Imp. What kind of method could save such a critical situation?

"Surely all of you Lords know. The total amount of taxes to be collected from various regions is as high as one million five hundred thousand Gold Dragons, but unfortunately, it has never been fully collected for many years."

The tax system of the Seven Kingdoms was not unified.

The Lords of the Crownlands and other directly controlled territories of the Royal Family paid taxes directly to the Iron Throne, or had designated Royal Family members collect them on their behalf.

The other Lords of the Seven Kingdoms had autonomous tax collection, but they also had to pay tribute to the Throne according to agreed-upon proportions or amounts. However, this agreement had never been strictly enforced from the beginning. Even the Targaryen Dragon Kings only symbolically received some gifts and tributes and did not seriously pursue the matter.

This had long been an unspoken rule.

But now.

Almost everyone was simultaneously dumbfounded.

Provoke all the Lords? How dare he?! Without the support of the Lords, even the Iron Throne would become rusted scrap metal!

The sunlight instantly became redder and brighter.

Hiss, it's so hot!

Those near the Iron Throne were the first to run away, including the Kingsguard and the Regent.

Everyone looked at the Iron Throne from a distance.

His Majesty still sat there incredibly calmly, as if the hot air was merely everyone's illusion.

"Send word to every castle. Pay all outstanding taxes from the past within three years, and bygones will be bygones. If you cannot do it, hand over your lands to someone more qualified."

The Iron Throne beneath His Majesty was glowing red all over, the steel melting and flowing.

So dazzling.

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