Game of Thrones: I Created the Weave

"Long live His Majesty Renly I!" The people at the banquet raised their glasses again and cheered loudly.

"To victory!" King Renly, wearing a golden Stag crown, raised his golden goblet and drained it in one gulp, then encouraged everyone with his eyes and smile, just like Duke Robert in his youth.

Many Earls and Knights could still recall those spirited times.

Duke Robert won three victories in one day at Summerhall, and his genuine laughter and embraces won over the vassals of the Stormlands, ultimately overthrowing the Mad King and establishing the Baratheon Stag dynasty.

Now, the liege lord of the Stormlands, Robert's only surviving brother, Renly Baratheon, was also the formally crowned and anointed King of the Seven Kingdoms.

Everyone poured the wine in their hands into their mouths, not a single drop remaining.

"To certain victory!"

The atmosphere of the banquet became even more enthusiastic.

King Renly watched quietly from the high platform, seemingly satisfied with everything.

The spacious hall of Storm's End was large enough to accommodate all the guests. Jesters and The Clowns performed energetically in the center, musicians and Singers on the upper floor accompanied the banquet non-stop, and countless maidservants and servants shuttled among the tables carrying dishes and fine wine.

Everyone was laughing, for His Majesty Renly, for the banquet, for victory.

Earl Alton Estermont, who was seated beside him, saluted His Majesty Renly, "Congratulations, Your Majesty. Your engagement to Miss Margaery will be the strongest bond of the alliance. If the Lannisters are sensible, they should retreat to their stone castles in the Westerlands early and obediently yield the Throne."

Renly nodded and smiled.

This Earl of Greenstone had brought eight hundred Soldiers when he crossed the sea from Estermont, which was not a large number, but his deceased Mother was his sister, so he could not be treated lightly, both in terms of sentiment and reason.

"I don't think the Lannisters will give up so quickly," Earl Bryce Caron interjected in disagreement.

Renly and the Earls on the high platform all looked at the Earl of Nightsong.

House Caron was powerful and proud, with territories located in the Marches bordering Dorne. Their family tradition favored martial arts, and they were skilled in warfare.

This time, Earl Bryce Caron brought two hundred Knights, and two thousand cavalry and three thousand infantry from his territory were gathering and could reach Storm's End by early August.

"We still need to fight a few hard battles to teach these arrogant Lions a lesson before they will yield!" Earl Caron waved his fist.

At least at this banquet, King Joffrey on the Iron Throne could only be a Lannister Lion.

What was the truth? No one was sure, and not many people cared.

They just needed to obey the summons of their liege lord.

Earl Arstan Selmy offered a suggestion, "Your Majesty, perhaps there's no need to rush into bloodshed. As everyone knows, half of the bread in King's Landing comes from the Reach. As long as the Tyrell Duke makes a move, the hungry commoners will overthrow the False King faster than our army."

Renly gave him an approving look, "That's a good idea. For Margaery's sake, I believe Lady Olenna and Lord Mace will not refuse."

The dutiful Ser Cortnay Penrose was not so optimistic, "The Riverlands to the north are also rich in produce, and supplying King's Landing for a while is not a problem. This method may be difficult to be effective."

"That's for now," Earl Caron lowered his voice slightly, "What if the number of mouths to feed in King's Landing doubles?"

People's eyes widened. What did he mean?

Earl Caron continued, "Send some clever hands to infiltrate the Crownlands and carefully persuade the farmers in the villages and towns to flood into King's Landing. By then..."

Upon hearing this, some were still confused, some saw the key, some felt contempt, and some were eager to try.

This might be the first drop of blood in the war.

Renly sighed slightly, "You handle it."

"I will certainly not fail Your Majesty's trust," Earl Caron accepted the order excitedly. This was a plum job.

Several Earls immediately looked directly at Earl Caron, and only smiled and withdrew their gaze after Earl Caron nodded to them one by one.

At this moment, a golden and translucent roasted suckling pig was presented by the servants, and the aroma of grease instantly filled the entire high platform.

His Majesty Renly raised his knife and fork, pierced the crispy skin, and cut off a steaming piece of meat, "Does anyone else have any suggestions? As long as you say it, this first bite will be rewarded to him."

The next moment, several people spoke at the same time.

"The Riverlands and The Vale are worth fighting for. Joffrey is not the true King, and the Starks might also abandon the darkness and turn to the light."

"The Greyjoys of the Iron Islands will certainly not be at peace. Let them harass the Westerlands and The North, turning Lannisport into ruins. Even Tywin will find it hard to bear."

"We can recruit mercenary companies from Essos."

"Seek support from the Iron Bank of Braavos. We will repay the debt with the gold from the Westerlands in the future, which will definitely be enough!"

"Dorne utterly detests the Lannisters."

"..."

Renly smiled and nodded. Some suggestions had already been put into action, while others were not timely.

Regardless of the effect, as long as they were willing to speak, they were his own people.

So he cut many more pieces of roasted meat and rewarded them to everyone who spoke, and laughter immediately filled the hall.

"Your Majesty, shouldn't we be more cautious?"

Ser Donnel Swann, who had been silent, hesitated before speaking, "The news from King's Landing has changed a lot recently. The giant at the coronation, the Divine Grace, and so on. These, surely they aren't true?"

Everyone immediately slapped the table and laughed.

"How can you believe such words? Donnel, you're really joking!"

"These are just tricks that only children would come up with. How dare you report them to His Majesty?"

Renly glanced at Ser Swann.

This was the heir of Earl Gulian Swann, who was feigning illness and not present, and he had three thousand troops behind him.

Renly also knew that Balon Swann had become one of Joffrey's Kingsguard, so House Swann might not be entirely loyal.

Ser Donnel Swann chuckled awkwardly, scratched his head, and fell silent.

"What does it matter if it's true or false! My lords, in my opinion, victory on the battlefield is the most crucial thing, everything else is just details," Ser Cortnay said loudly.

"The knights of the Stormlands and the Reach will flatten all rebels!"

No one could question these words.

Everyone looked at His Majesty Renly with expectant eyes.

Although the marriage had not yet taken place, the betrothal to Miss Margaery of House Tyrell was enough to prove Highgarden's sincerity, and the two sides were already unbreakable allies.

In another half month, the Stormlands would gather twenty thousand troops, and the Reach would have sixty thousand soldiers.

At that time, King's Landing would likely still have fewer than ten thousand troops.

Although the Redwyne twins were held hostage in King's Landing, preventing the Redwyne fleet from sailing, the advantage on land was already enough to decide the outcome.

When would they march?

Renly stood up from the throne. In just a few breaths, the entire hall fell completely silent.

Countless pairs of eyes looked at His Majesty the King.

His Majesty announced loudly, "We will break camp on the fifth of August, and arrive at Bitterbridge to rendezvous with the Highgarden army before September. At that time, we will march directly to King's Landing and achieve victory in a single battle!"

Everyone raised their arms and cheered, "Certain victory!"

A soldier entered from outside the door and whispered in His Majesty Renly's ear.

His Majesty smiled, "My lords, drink and feast to your hearts' content. Just now, the Velaryon fleet by the sea has withdrawn to the North!"

"Long live His Majesty!"

The people became even more excited. This seemed like a congratulation sent specifically by the Gods.

Renly silently chewed over the latter part of the news.

The Velaryon fleet had taken Brienne of Tarth, the only daughter of Earl Selwyn Tarth, the Evenstar.

Tarth Island would likely not send troops.

My account has been muted for a month, so I cannot reply to everyone's comments in a timely manner.

Recently, I will still post one chapter at noon and one in the evening, and try to build up some reserves, and post five chapters at the end of the month.

Next year, I will try to post two chapters together every morning as much as possible, so that everyone doesn't have to chase too hard.

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