Game of Thrones: I Created the Weave

Today's Small Council Meeting was unusual.

The young King, three Regents, and all the Hand of the King were present.

Joffrey sat at one end of the long table, flanked by the Kingsguard Captain, Ser Barristan the Bold, and the new Master of War, Ser Jaime the Kingslayer.

Duke Tywin sat at the other end of the long table, flanked by the Queen Regent Cersei and the Hand of the King Eddard.

Also at the center of the long table were the Master of Whisperers Elin Lantel, Grand Maester Pycelle, the Master of Coin Tyrion the Imp, the Commander of the King's Landing City Watch the Hound, and the Master of the Household Hannah.

The chronicler Samwell Tarly sat alone in the corner recording the meeting's contents.

The Imp was the first to speak.

"Your Majesty certainly put on quite a show yesterday, it's a pity Lord Tywin couldn't see it with his own eyes."

Duke Tywin snorted, "Do I need to see it with my own eyes? Everyone in King's Landing is talking about it. I'm sure no one will dare cause trouble anymore."

Joffrey shook his head, "I don't think so. Human greed can never be completely eliminated."

The Hound smiled, "At least King's Landing will be quiet for a while. There's even less to fear from enemies outside, we can't possibly fail now."

The Kingslayer seized the opportunity to ask, "This Ministry of War, what exactly is its role going to be?"

"As the name suggests," Joffrey began to paint a grand picture.

"In the future, the Ministry of War will command all land armies in the Seven Kingdoms. We will not stop at Westeros, Essos and even other unknown lands will be brought under the jurisdiction of the Iron Throne."

After witnessing the Giant of Light yesterday, every word the King spoke seemed so powerful.

Grand Maester Pycelle said softly, "To achieve all this, a larger fleet is necessary. Does Your Majesty have any thoughts on the candidate for Master of Ships?"

Joffrey looked at Tywin and Eddard, "My Lords, do you have anyone you would like to recommend?"

The Hand of the King Eddard had been increasingly silent recently, managing almost nothing except his duties as Hand. "Please forgive me, Your Majesty, the North has no fleet, I am powerless."

Everyone looked towards Regent Tywin.

Was this a simple request for opinions? Or was it testing Lord Tywin's ambition? Was the King no longer willing to rely solely on the Lannisters?

After all, during their time together these past few days, no one could fail to see the King's bottomless ambition.

Tywin calmly met Joffrey's gaze, "In terms of ability and qualifications, the most suitable person in all the Seven Kingdoms is undoubtedly Earl Redwyne, but considering loyalty, I must, despite any suspicion, recommend my own brother, Kevan."

"Lord Kevan is indeed most suitable," Joffrey nodded slightly.

"Lord Tywin, Uncle Renly has returned to Storm's End, leaving the position of Master of Laws vacant. Perhaps you could take on this burden as well?"

Duke Tywin rose and bowed, "As Your Majesty commands."

The Imp sighed, "Lord Renly is probably determined to cause trouble. We must prepare early, especially financially."

Joffrey had white paper brought in, "Let's deal with these matters all at once today. Hear my plan, and then you, my Lords, can write down the assistance you require, and we'll see if the Royal Family can still afford it."

The young King, not yet ruling in his own right, seemed to have completely forgotten his age, acting more diligently than King Robert in every respect.

"Jaime, your task is arduous. In one month, recruit at least ten thousand men to join the army."

The Kingslayer couldn't help but frown.

Joffrey reassured him, "Don't worry, my Lords and I will fully support you. Just go and do it."

"Tyrion, within this year, you must sort out all the Royal Family's accounts, cut expenses, increase taxes, and achieve a surplus of at least five hundred thousand Gold Dragons."

The Imp smiled and agreed.

"Lord Eddard, you cannot relax either. The Royal Family needs your support and that of the North. Please summon your vassals quickly, I will never forget your contributions!"

Eddard looked up and opened his mouth.

The South was indeed too complicated. He no longer wanted to be involved in these troublesome affairs and only wanted to return to the peaceful and orderly Winterfell as soon as possible.

But now, Bran, Jon, Sansa, and Arya were all in the Red Keep. Where else could they flee?

Eddard could only subtly remind him, "Your Majesty, forgive my frankness, the North is barren and poor. You issued that decree earlier, I fear..."

Joffrey waved his hand, "That is nothing. As long as the Lords of the North are willing to send troops to fight, what does it matter if all previously owed taxes are forgiven? I will not be stingy."

Eddard could only accept the command.

Duke Tywin volunteered, "The Lannisters will always be the strongest backing for the Royal Family. Twenty thousand troops have already been assembled at Lannisport, and the gold of the Westerlands is at Your Majesty's disposal."

Joffrey applauded in admiration.

Hannah feigned confusion, "Lord Renly returning to Storm's End doesn't necessarily mean he intends to cause trouble, does it? How does Your Majesty know?"

Joffrey sighed regretfully, "I also know that Uncle Renly's letter slandering my lineage has been sent throughout the Seven Kingdoms, and even the Red Keep will receive this letter tomorrow. Uncle Renly can no longer turn back."

Everyone fell silent.

Joffrey continued assigning tasks, "Hannah, you must quickly familiarize yourself with intelligence work in the Red Keep and King's Landing. Elin, your focus from now on will be on the Seven Kingdoms and Essos, paving the way for our armies."

Hannah and Elin respectfully accepted the command.

"Sandor, the King's Landing City Watch cannot remain like this. You must put all your effort into training and recruiting soldiers, filtering out the dregs, and building an invincible guard in the shortest possible time."

"Grand Maester, please write a letter to the Citadel. King's Landing needs more Maesters and even apprentices. The Royal Family will establish a new Research Institute, and knowledge will shine brightly."

The Lords began writing down their requirements.

Only Barristan the Bold and Queen Mother Cersei were left with nothing to do. Ser Barristan, responsible for protecting the King's safety, didn't mind, but Queen Mother Cersei was clearly a bit anxious.

Joffrey immediately soothed his mother with his eyes, and with the imposing Duke Tywin right beside her, Queen Mother Cersei ultimately didn't ask.

Being a Regent isn't easy, she quickly realized.

My son has grown up, he's learned to be disobedient. Cersei looked at her energetic son wearing the crown, her heart filled with complex emotions.

The ministers began passing around their respective requests.

The smile on The Imp's face immediately vanished. "That's a lot of money, sirs. Do you really think Gold Dragons grow on trees?"

The Hound sneered, "Merchants have plenty of money and commit plenty of crimes. Confiscate from a few more families and you'll have everything."

The Imp disagreed. "That will only destroy the merchants' confidence and sense of security. The Royal Family's credibility will plummet, commerce will wither, and the disadvantages will outweigh the advantages."

Duke Tywin watched Joffrey with interest.

Joffrey naturally already had a brilliant plan.

"Sirs, you don't think Divine Grace is just a free gift, do you?"

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