Game of Thrones: I Created the Weave

Melisandre, who had suffered for two nights, finally received the King's summons.

She had made all preparations and was determined to make the prophesied Prince recognize his mission and understand that R'hllor, the only true God, the Lord of Light, was the ultimate destination for all people.

The servants closed the door, and she raised her head. Only the Prince remained before her eyes.

Joffrey sat calmly at his desk, flipping through reports. "Priestess of the Lord of Light, what do you want with me?"

Melisandre prostrated herself devoutly. "Your Majesty, I saw you in the Holy Fire. You are the Prince from the prophecy in the Ancient Books of Asshai, the reincarnation of Azor Ahai, the emissary chosen by R'hllor, the Lord of Light."

"Everything is already fated."

"He bestows the great Divine Power to combat the cold Other Gods."

"Only the Lord of Light!"

"The Seven might appease the ignorant people, but they are not true Gods. Only the Lord of Light and His enemies possess true power. You will become the Divine Emissary of the Lord of Light, the hero who saves the world!"

Melisandre's persuasion was much more restrained. After all, she didn't know how much the Prince understood about the Lord of Light.

Joffrey closed the report, his eyes fixed on the Priestess on the ground.

The Lord of Light could be confirmed as a real existence. His priests could also use real power. It was just unknown if this power could be observed.

"Melisandre, let me see your ability, the Divine Power of the Lord of Light."

He took out a bag with a steel texture and poured out dozens of smooth Gemstones, filled with invisible Source Energy.

"I hope these can help your magic."

Melisandre looked at the Gemstones on the table with excitement. What fascinating treasures, each one filled with power, more powerful than the ruby around her neck.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Joffrey's guess became more certain. Divine Grace that requires Source Energy? It's more like magic.

So is the Lord of Light a higher-level mage or organization? How is the miracle of resurrection achieved? Is there some kind of magic that can do this?

Melisandre began to chant, not in any recognizable language. Her steps were nimble, her arms and body swaying rhythmically, her wide red robe fluttering in the wind, like a dancing flame, a fervent and passionate dance.

Joffrey watched silently, but his heart was quite puzzled. As a song and dance, it was somewhat interesting, but were these the conditions for casting spells?

Melisandre had actually simplified many steps.

In the past, casting spells had to appear effortless and unrepeatable to make her image mysterious and powerful, so as to spread the gospel of the Lord of Light.

But this time, the audience was not an ordinary person, and even understood true power better than she did. She could only return to simplicity.

At some point, Fire surged out of the red robe again.

She couldn't help but cheer and laugh. What powerful Fire, no tricks were played, the power was obtained only by incantations and postures.

Joffrey's gaze was fixed on Melisandre's necklace. The moment the Fire appeared, a Pattern also appeared in the air near the ruby, injecting a surge of power into Melisandre.

The Pattern was familiar yet strange, like the Pattern of a Fire Rune, but more complex than that.

He couldn't help but lower his head in thought.

Melisandre slowly stopped dancing, her red robe completely burned away.

She breathed softly as she approached. "Your Majesty, you have immense power within you. Let me serve you, and then a Shadow of Life will be born, which will help you complete your great undertaking."

Joffrey looked at her face, but what appeared before his eyes was Daenerys's face and long silver hair.

He saw a Pattern similar to light and spirit again.

"Shadow." Joffrey smiled. Let's see how much energy it will consume.

"Daenerys, how many sins has your House Targaryen committed? Today, you will repay them all!" Joffrey slowly unbuttoned his clothes.

"No!" She fled around the room in terror.

"Please, spare me, I haven't even seen red yet, people will die!"

She's quite good at acting. Joffrey was aroused. "Spare you? Let alone whether the people of the Seven Kingdoms agree, my father's soul in heaven wouldn't allow it. Just lie down obediently."

The two chased each other around the room full of furniture.

"Brother, save me! Viserion, where are you? Don't abandon me!"

Daenerys desperately covered her exposed body with her arms, her trembling voice full of fear.

Joffrey responded mockingly, "Viserion? He's my Attendant, how could he get in the way? I sent him far away long ago. Go ahead and scream."

"Besides, even if he was standing outside the door, do you think he would dare to come in?"

Daenerys glared at him indignantly, then suddenly stumbled and was immediately pounced on by the King behind her.

"No!" She struggled desperately, but couldn't shake off the man on her.

Joffrey chuckled, "Take this!"

"Ah~" She tensed her body, tears welling up in her eyes, letting out a desperate scream.

"Usurper, you, um, you won't, ah, you won't have a good end!" Daenerys shook her head weakly, her cheeks flushed, her breathing becoming shorter and shorter.

Joffrey lifted her and placed her on the desk.

"Say whatever you want, the only true God, the Lord of Light, has chosen me. Am I afraid of your little curse?"

Melisandre finally heard the answer.

"No! Lord of Light, why did you choose this person? Can the Other Gods only be fought by him?"

Joffrey gently stroked her neck, "Dany, you won't see me as a joke. The Divine Grace of the Lord of Light will benefit all people through the name of the Gods. The Other Gods and their minions will face all believers, even if they haven't converted to the Lord of Light yet. The Other Gods will surely be defeated!"

Melisandre frowned slightly. Would the Lord of Light be willing to do this?

Joffrey launched a more vigorous assault, "Don't think so much, just be obedient, Dany. When the Other Gods appear, and with the guidance of the Priestess of the Lord of Light, you will naturally convert to the Lord of Light, and you will also understand what a great honor it is to serve me."

Daenerys hugged the man tightly.

No matter what, as long as the Prince himself understood.

She carefully placed her teeth on the man's shoulder, and seeing that he had no further reaction, she bit down hard. "That's for later. At least now, don't expect me to surrender easily!"

The tooth marks on Joffrey's shoulder immediately healed, and Melisandre discovered another power.

"Don't waste your energy. The Divine Power of the Lord of Light is protecting me at all times. I have to admit, I am indeed burdened with a sacred mission. Westeros will become the Heaven on Earth."

Melisandre decided to invite more companions to Westeros. This was the Promised Land.

At this time, Rune Energy and Magic Energy were abundant. Joffrey tried to meditate on the Pattern he had just seen in the flames.

There was no movement.

Lord of Light, what exactly are you?

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