Game of Thrones: I Created the Weave

Sansa walked through the dense Godswood, arm in arm with her fiancé, feeling that every fallen leaf beneath her feet made a beautiful, pleasant sound, like laughter.

Everything in the Red Keep had far exceeded her previous imagination. Dazzling clothes, countless delicacies, all sorts of courtiers and ladies, a beautiful and magnificent dream castle...

People constantly told her with their eyes, words, and various meticulous courtesies: You will become the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, the mistress of the Red Keep.

With each passing day, Sansa's anticipation for her wedding grew stronger.

"This forest is so quiet, as quiet as a mirror lake, with fish swimming silently in the water and people on the shore quietly admiring. It would be beautiful to hold a wedding in such a place, wouldn't it?"

Joffrey smiled slightly. "Why not? For my lovely queen, what's the harm in holding ten, or even a hundred more weddings?"

"Just let the Children of the Forest be our officiants, a unique wedding."

Sansa pouted. "But I still have to wait for so long, three, four, five years, what terrifying numbers."

Joffrey wanted to get married sooner to completely tie House Stark to his chariot, but Lord Eddard's every expression in the past few days clearly showed that he would never agree to such an action.

Up until now, all the ministers in the Red Keep had accepted the implantation of the Divine Grace Core, even Duke Tywin, who could scare people to death with a glare, had followed the trend. Except for the Regent and Hand of the King, Eddard Stark.

Are direwolves such stubborn creatures?

Joffrey could only hope for time. Hopefully, the increasing changes in King's Landing would make Lord Eddard recognize the situation as soon as possible.

Sansa was very dissatisfied with her fiancé's distraction. Who was he thinking about?

A small figure immediately jumped into her mind, the silver-haired, purple-eyed Daenerys. He must be thinking about that woman!

Sansa glared at him angrily.

Since the first time she saw this former princess in the Red Keep, Sansa had felt an inexplicable sense of crisis and resistance, as if the two of them were destined to become enemies.

And the vague words she had overheard later only deepened Sansa's suspicion.

Daenerys not only possessed the extraordinary beauty of pure Valyrian blood, but her value was also immense. If the king married her, he could reconcile with the nobles and commoners who longed for Targaryen rule, and the Seven Kingdoms would be more stable.

Sansa didn't know if these whispers were true or false. Was Daenerys really that important?

But she couldn't directly ask her father or other adults, so she could only secretly gather information. In terms of attire, needlework, and etiquette, she was far superior to this former princess.

There was no reason to lose.

Sansa glanced at her fiancé's handsome face again. In a trance, that kiss in Winterfell seemed to have just happened, making it impossible to doubt their love.

That's right, I am the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

Sansa was no longer angry and instead smiled brightly. "Where is the Heart Tree? I can't wait to greet the officiants of the wedding."

Joffrey led Sansa towards the depths of the forest.

In the center of the forest, beneath a Great Oak whose branches were covered in Smokebush Vines, three Children of the Forest were resting quietly, while Bran and Arya were happily playing nearby.

Sansa immediately put on her older sister's airs. "Bran, Arya, don't play too wildly, aren't you afraid of disturbing them?"

Bran's smile instantly diminished by more than half.

Arya had always been at odds with her sister, and immediately threw acorns at Sansa, making Sansa hurriedly dodge. Bran also started laughing again.

Leaf, one of the Children of the Forest, walked towards Joffrey and Sansa. "Your Majesty, Miss Sansa, please rest assured, we like these children very much, their laughter is the best gift Life has bestowed upon us."

Arya also ran over. "Exactly, exactly, we've been good friends for a long time, it's just that you didn't come, Sansa, so you don't know anything."

Bran bowed to Joffrey in a very standard knight's salute. "Good day, Your Majesty."

Joffrey patted Bran's shoulder.

The boy had recovered some of his spirits in the Red Keep, no longer entering animal bodies all day to spy on secrets, and had regained his love for climbing and exploring, even helping to explore the layout of the Red Keep's secret passages.

"Bran, I had planned to tell you in a few days, but since you're here, I might as well tell you all at once and see what you think."

Bran, Sansa, and Arya all looked at him with curious eyes.

Joffrey slowly paced a few steps and sat down under the Great Oak. "I'm sure you all know. My dear uncle Renly has declared war on us, and in a few months, the war will officially begin."

Sansa's face only showed worry, while Arya and Bran were both fearful and excited.

"We're definitely going to win!" Arya said proudly. "Father won't just stand by, the warriors of the North aren't afraid of death, one can easily take on ten."

Joffrey's face was full of agreement. "Who's to say otherwise?"

In fact, Lord Eddard's support was not as significant as imagined a few months ago.

So far, Robb was still staying in Winterfell without moving, and only a little over half of the major vassals of the North had been mobilized, with less than ten thousand troops assembled.

The loosely united Riverlands and the isolated Vale were even worse.

According to this trend, by the time Renly's army gathered and marched here, it would be a blessing if the North, Riverlands, and the Vale could provide twenty thousand troops.

Sansa also spoke to comfort him. "You are the King of the Seven Kingdoms, Renly only has his Storm's End."

Joffrey was of course confident, but the Seven Kingdoms didn't see it that way.

The Iron Islands were stirring, their target unknown on the coastline, and the Reach had twenty thousand troops stationed at Old Oak, marching north along the Coastal Road, which could directly penetrate the heart of the Westerlands, Casterly Rock, in a week.

Due to this situation, Duke Tywin's main force had to remain at Lannisport and not move, sending only ten thousand cavalry to reinforce King's Landing.

Meanwhile, Highgarden behind Old Oak was still training new troops, and sixty thousand Reach forces east of Highgarden were approaching King's Landing along the Rose Road. The Stormlands and Reach armies were expected to converge within two months.

It was easy to calculate, the twenty thousand new troops trained by King's Landing itself, plus ten thousand from the Westerlands and twenty thousand from the North, totaling fifty thousand. Renly, on the other hand, was attacking the Throne with at least eighty thousand elite troops.

Many lords of the Seven Kingdoms are already prepared to defect.

Joffrey merely watched with cold eyes. The more these people exposed themselves, the cleaner the cleanup would be later.

"Bran," Joffrey motioned for Bran to sit beside him, "As King, responsibility and honor demand that I do not retreat. I will personally go to the battlefield and fight alongside the soldiers."

Bran's eyes were filled with adoration.

Joffrey sighed, "Time waits for no one. We must all mature immediately."

"War will be very busy. I plan to add a few clever attendants by my side to deliver messages, relay instructions, and if necessary, kill people. If they perform well, I will personally knight them."

"What do you think?"

Bran immediately imagined himself at that time. A nine-year-old knight?! What immense glory, no less than any legendary knight!

"Your Majesty, please be sure to take me with you!"

Facing Bran's bright eyes, how could Joffrey bear to refuse?

"As long as your father agrees."

Bran showed a big smile. He knew that as long as he persisted, his father would always let him win.

Joffrey turned to Leaf, "I have good news."

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