Game of Thrones: I Created the Weave

On the docks of King's Landing Port, Brienne of Tarth, the Beauty, did her best to ignore the strange looks from the crowd, staring straight at the rows of warships on the river.

The most striking was the King Robert's Hammer.

It was setting sail, the wind filling its massive golden sails, the majestic black stag on the sails swaying with it. The dense rows of long oars hanging from the sides of the deck gradually began to move, cutting through the water, moving it towards the channel.

Brienne knew this was the action of over four hundred long oars and even more oarsmen and sailors.

The King Robert's Hammer waved its brightly colored signal flag, and dozens of warships behind it moved accordingly. Brienne understood this was training, something her father's small fleet on Tarth often did.

She looked to her right. The fleet anchored closer to the inner river also had dozens of warships. Their flagship was the Fury, with three hundred oars.

It had once belonged to Duke Stannis, but now it lay at anchor with sails furled, quietly moored in the port of King's Landing.

Earl Monford Velaryon had told her that the Fury's current Captain was Davos Seaworth, Commander of the Royal Third Fleet, who fought for the Iron Throne and Miss Shireen.

Brienne looked to her left again. Dozens of warships were also anchored in the seaward berths of the port. The flags on the first three warships were unclear, only a blurry silver and a few small golden dots could be made out.

But she already knew they were the warships of Earl Sunglass of Sweetport: the Pious, the Prayer, and the Devotion.

The Dragonstone fleet had all gathered at King's Landing Port. How would King Renly cross the river?

Brienne couldn't help but worry about her beloved.

At this moment, she should have been in Storm's End, protecting King Renly's safety, silently watching his back and every smile.

Even if it meant enduring everyone's ridicule or pity, Brienne would have been willing.

Her height of over six feet and her rough face had made her life miserable. People quietly called her "the Beauty," but she knew they didn't even see her as a woman; it was just a malicious nickname.

Brienne "the Beauty" had understood her situation early on.

She didn't dare dress like a noble lady, as that would only make people laugh louder, but her efforts to arm herself as a Warrior also didn't earn respect; people would then remember she was a woman.

Her father tried his best to arrange three betrothals for her.

But they were undoubtedly only after the lands and wealth of the Tarth family. Let alone love, they weren't even willing to give her a little bit of respect.

After she won a joust and broke the collarbone and two ribs of her third betrothed, Ser Humfrey, who was sixty-five, her father never mentioned the word "marriage" again.

Brienne couldn't imagine who she would spend her life with, why she would laugh, who she would care for, or how she would leave this world.

Fortunately, King Renly visited Tarth during his Coming-of-Age Tour. His smile held no falseness or mockery, his words were gentle and sincere, his eyes held a pure light, and he was unlike anyone else.

Her father later sent her to Storm's End, and Brienne gradually found meaning in her life.

The Gods willing, as long as she could protect King Renly with her sword, laugh for his smile, and die for protection and duty, surely this would be a happy and righteous life.

But now.

Everything had turned to dust.

Under the shadow, Brienne silently looked up at the Pride of Driftmark before her.

Two weeks ago, it had besieged Griffin's Roost with forty warships. Tarth, isolated overseas, was powerless to resist and had no support. Her father could only yield and send her to the Velaryon fleet.

On the salty sea breeze and the surging warships, Brienne had to face reality.

Not only could she no longer serve by King Renly's side, but her father and the Tarth family would also be forced into neutrality, or even join the Iron Throne's banner.

Although Tarth's allegiance wouldn't affect the overall situation, it was indeed unfavorable to King Renly.

And if even a tenth of Earl Monford's boasts were true, the Iron Throne's power would absolutely exceed the world's imagination, perhaps even equaling a hundred thousand soldiers.

King Joffrey, the Valiant Monarch in Earl Monford Velaryon's words, the Hero King who saved the world from the Long Night Doomsday, the Gospel Emissary blessed by the Gods—how much of this was true?

If, unfortunately, the Iron Throne ultimately won, how would he treat Tarth, how would he treat King Renly?

The fog was too vast and thick, and Brienne was at a loss.

Earl Monford approached and reminded her, "Miss Brienne, please. King's Landing is different now. I hope you like it."

I am Brienne of Tarth, a Warrior, my own Knight, anything but a 'Miss'. But Brienne was too tired to argue anymore. "I hope so."

They rode forward on horseback. Under the seahorse sigil, they passed through without hindrance until they reached outside the River Gate (Mud Gate).

The smile on Brienne's face was undisguised. "It is different, indeed. Even a distinguished Earl Velaryon has to dismount obediently and be questioned by the Gold Cloaks."

Earl Monford smiled faintly. "For His Majesty's great plan, this little trouble is insignificant."

Having been granted Divine Grace on Dragonstone, he had learned much about King's Landing while on the Narrow Sea. The Sacred Coronation, the Will of the Gods, the Purification of the Holy Land and Holy City, the Meticulous Screening.

The Divine Grace Light Screen, what a great miracle.

By now, Earl Monford was even more resolute in his choice. A King with such Divine Power was bound to achieve Eternal victory, and his subjects would be bathed in Glory and radiance.

"Name? Age?" Gendry looked at the newcomers hesitantly, adding, "Gender?"

Although it happened often, Brienne couldn't help but feel a little angry. "Brienne of Tarth, nineteen. And, I am a woman, a woman, look closely."

Gendry nodded awkwardly, asked a few more questions according to the procedure, recorded Brienne's image with the Book of the Chosen in his hand, and ended the entry registration after the Book of the Chosen signaled "Permitted to Pass."

Crossing the city gate, the scene inside the city hadn't changed much.

Brienne showed no emotion on her face, but she was very curious about the black, shiny round ball in the Gold Cloak's hand. It looked like it was made of Dragon Glass, and its function seemed very important.

What could a Dragon Glass ball be used for?

Earl Monford leaned over and introduced proudly, "Don't underestimate this Dragon Glass ball. Divine Grace has given it a marvelous power, allowing it to record people's appearance and information. From now on, you only need to use similar devices to check, and everything will be clearly visible."

Brienne remained silent. The Gold Cloak just now seemed to have discovered something about Monford. After exchanging the blessing "Light Eternal," they were immediately allowed through.

Because of that invisible Divine Grace?

After entering the city, the procession rode directly towards the Red Keep.

The further east they went, the more serious the pedestrians on the road became, the emptier the middle of the road was, and the more soldiers wearing armor and carrying swords there were.

After about ten minutes of riding, Brienne encountered five inspections at various intersections, all centered around the shiny black Dragon Glass spheres.

Even the taverns and bakeries along the road had soldiers holding Dragon Glass spheres on guard duty.

Earl Monford spoke proudly as if looking at his own achievements, "Avoiding Divine Grace? You can't travel, you can't buy bread or wine, and there are regular searches. The Glory of the Gods will fill the entire city!"

Brienne's premonition grew increasingly bad. Now it seemed that Earl Monford's boasting was not entirely false.

A Knight walked out of the Red Keep, "His Majesty summons you."

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