Game of Thrones: I Created the Weave

The King has made his ruling.

Earl Beric Dondarrion and Red Priest Thoros immediately accepted the command.

Many courtiers readily agreed, and the Hand of the King had no objections. The petitioning commoners looked towards their Lords.

Baron Mallister had retreated behind the two Earls at some point.

Earl Massey frowned slightly.

Earl Wendwater, however, was filled with gratitude. "Your Majesty has dispatched the Holy War Army blessed with Divine Grace Protection, and with a just and wise man like Earl Dondarrion as their leader, the rebels' wicked deeds will surely be judged, and the people of Massey's Hook will no longer suffer calamity."

Divine Grace Protection. Thinking of the various miraculous changes he had seen in King's Landing over the past two days, Earl Massey also relaxed his expression and bowed in thanks.

Earl Massey and the other two returned to the ranks of the courtiers, and the people who had been kneeling on the ground stumbled out of the Throne Room.

The center of the hall became empty again.

When should the next group of petitioners be summoned? The Herald looked at His Majesty on the Throne, awaiting any subtle signal.

Joffrey had no intention of staying any longer.

The requests of the subsequent petitioning groups had already been submitted in advance; they were all trivial matters, not worth wasting precious time on.

In fact, with the communication provided by the Divine Grace Light Screen, King's Landing had already preliminarily achieved the informatization of government affairs.

Aside from major events and the petitions of commoners not yet covered by Divine Grace, Joffrey no longer needed to sit on the Iron Throne issuing commands.

Viserion Targaryen entered from outside the hall and knelt in the middle of the hall, trembling as he begged for forgiveness. "Your Majesty, this humble servant was not attentive enough. Your mount suddenly fell ill and has not eaten since morning, lying motionless. It looks like it's..."

The courtiers tried their best to maintain calm expressions.

The White Hart being ill – this excuse had been used three times already, and there were several other variations. After all, the King did not come to the Throne Room to handle government affairs every day.

Joffrey stood up. "How could this happen again! You are too careless!"

Viserion just kept kowtowing and begging for forgiveness.

Joffrey sighed and walked down the Throne step by step. "The White Hart is an auspicious sign bestowed by the Gods, I am truly worried about it. Mother, please trouble you to handle the affairs of the realm for me."

Queen Regent Cersei glared at her son with a doting yet helpless look.

As Regent, although she usually sat on the Iron Throne making rulings, not a single one of them was a truly major matter; they were all ordinary, trivial disputes, utterly boring.

If her son didn't often please her with smiles and gifts, Cersei would have long since stopped wanting to sit on this cold Iron Throne.

After all, the current reality was that the power of the Regent was virtually nonexistent.

Not only did Cersei herself know this, but the courtiers, and even the servants and laborers in the Red Keep, saw it clearly.

The Divine Grace Light Screen had almost completely replaced the position of the Throne Room.

Compared to the almost instantaneous transmission of commands on the Light Screen, the grand petitioning activities seemed cumbersome and drawn out, and shouldn't exist at all.

Similar situations applied to legal trials, personnel transfers, supply requests, and so on.

Undoubtedly, when Divine Grace shines upon all people, all systems and rules will be incredibly fragile and can be overturned at any time.

At that time, His Majesty, who controls Divine Grace, will wield supreme power, and no one will be able to shake it.

Everyone in the Throne Room watched the King leave. The Light Screen in their field of vision still reminded them who was the master of King's Landing and the Seven Kingdoms.

What would happen if Regent Tywin were still in King's Landing?

Some couldn't help but wonder.

...

Walking on the road, Joffrey's mind entered the White Space again.

He looked around.

Everyone's projections had been removed, leaving only a vast, white, empty world. It had a peculiar charm, but looking at it for too long inevitably became dull and monotonous.

Just right.

The new Throne Room had been designed and was ready to be unveiled.

With a thought from Joffrey, the white of the space immediately split into countless light particles, then gradually combined and condensed, taking on new colors.

The Throne Room in the Illusion thus took shape.

This was a magnificent, gilded dome hall, two hundred yards high, with a circular hall exactly a thousand yards in diameter. The vast inner walls were carved with intricate columns, statues of gods, symbols, and sigils.

Above the transparent dome, a clear starry sky appeared.

The Moon Palace and the Seven Holy Stars cast silver light, converging into the shining, sacred, square, and majestic Throne with its strange patterns.

He, transformed into a hundred-yard Giant, sat on the Throne.

Just right.

He looked down with satisfaction.

In front of him was a sunken pool, with light blue seawater surrounding a model of the Westeros Continent, about the same size as himself.

On the map, tiny mountains and rivers crisscrossed, and white lines delineated the borders of the Lords' territories. Red, blue, and black light spheres represented the castles of hostile, friendly, and neutral Lords.

Several seats were placed on either side of the map, a full two yards high, but no more conspicuous than any of the surrounding facilities.

Joffrey summoned the Hand of the King and the Courtiers.

Thus, several projections appeared on the chairs next to the map, each exactly ten feet tall.

The Courtiers' minds entered the projections.

Wow, a magnificent hall they had never seen before unexpectedly came into view.

The Master of Coin, "The Imp" Tyrion Lannister, exclaimed repeatedly, his gaze quickly falling upon the novel patterns on the Throne.

The Master of War, "Kingslayer" Jaime Lannister, looked around in surprise, then focused intently on the map of Westeros in the pool, seemingly contemplating future battle plans.

The Commander of the Royal Guard, "The Hound" Sandor Clegane, glanced at the King, then also shifted his gaze down to the map.

Grand Maester Pycelle meticulously admired the exquisite patterns on the inner wall opposite him.

The Minister of Security, Elin Lantel, the Master of the Household, Hannah, and the Captain-General of the Kingsguard, "The Bold" Barristan, all turned sideways towards the Throne, awaiting instruction.

Joffrey looked at the nearest empty chair to his right, which was reserved for Duke Tywin.

Currently, Duke Tywin had gathered an army of thirty thousand at Casterly Rock, training them while confronting Earl Mathis Rowan of the Reach, and simultaneously recruiting new soldiers.

Duke Tywin's blood brother, the Master of Ships Kevan Lannister, led ten thousand cavalry from the Westerlands eastward along the River Road. He had now garrisoned Harrenhal, taking command of the three thousand cavalry and ten thousand infantry assembled by the Lords of the Riverlands and the Vale, and was currently resting and integrating them.

Meanwhile, the true strength of King's Landing remained unknown to the Lords.

In such a situation, Joffrey highly doubted who the Seven Kingdoms believed was the rightful person to rule the Iron Throne, surely they didn't think it was Duke Tywin.

Did Duke Tywin still remember their previous agreement?

Joffrey then extended invitations to the Regent and Master of Laws, Tywin Lannister, and the Regent and Hand of the King, Eddard Stark.

Moments later, two projections gradually took shape.

All the Courtiers looked forward. The new projections were also ten feet tall, but they did not appear directly on the chairs; instead, they stood beside the chairs, facing the King.

Lord Eddard was the first to react, bowing to the hundred-foot-tall King. "Good day, Your Majesty."

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