Game of Thrones: I Created the Weave

All the ministers looked at Duke Tywin.

Although they could only see his back, everyone could picture his face: cold eyes, expressionless, not a ripple on a single wrinkle.

Duke Tywin bowed, placing his hand on his chest, "Greetings, Your Majesty."

Joffrey smiled and nodded, "Grandfather, there's no need for such formality, Lord Eddard either. Please be seated, we have important matters to discuss today."

A subtle, almost imperceptible power confirmation ceremony quietly concluded.

The Regent and ministers looked at the Throne. The hundred-foot-tall Joffrey and the Throne beneath him occupied the entire northern part of the hall. The King looked down, as if observing ants on the ground.

"The rebels in the south have begun their actions, and the threat from the north is gradually approaching. Lord Eddard, what are your thoughts?"

Eddard responded gravely, "Thanks to Your Majesty and the Children of the Forest, the whereabouts of the Wildlings Beyond the Wall have been completely exposed. The Others are still lurking, but The Night's Watch can hold on for now. The Lords of The North are also gathering armies, enough to defend The Wall."

The ministers remained impassive.

The information in Lord Eddard's words was no longer news.

But this was normal.

Lord Eddard had been traveling from King's Landing for three weeks, visiting Lords along the way to recruit soldiers for the Iron Throne. He had just left The Vale and hadn't even reached The Neck yet.

Were it not for the Divine Grace Light Screen, Lord Eddard might know even less about the changes in The North.

Eddard hesitated for a moment, then continued, "There are many disputes among the Lords of the Riverlands, and Lord Hoster of Riverrun is finding it difficult to control them. Although they are trying their best to gather troops, the force is still less than ten thousand. As for The Vale..."

Eddard couldn't help but recall Lysa's weak and weary face, "Lady Lysa seems to have many misunderstandings about the Royal Family."

Joffrey understood, of course. He had observed Eddard's meeting with Lysa the entire time.

In front of Eddard, Lysa's hostility and wariness were almost undisguised. Fortunately, she didn't dare to slander Jon Arryn's death or her own background.

Regardless, King's Landing's own strength was sufficient. As long as the three northern kingdoms didn't rebel and continued to transport supplies, this war would be much smoother than the War of the Five Kings in the original story.

Once Renly was dealt with, if Lysa still didn't know her place, it would be time to settle accounts.

Lord Eddard looked at the map below, "Balon Greyjoy of the Iron Islands will not remain indifferent to the chaos in the Seven Kingdoms. Even with Theon as a hostage, we must be wary of the Iron Fleet."

"The Riverlands and the coast of the Westerlands could both be attacked," Eddard said with concern.

Joffrey couldn't help but recall the plot of the original story.

Eddard probably never expected Balon Greyjoy to fixate on The North. However, now that the northern forces haven't moved south, perhaps Balon still has some sense and won't venture deep into the vast North again.

So, where would the Iron Fleet go?

Joffrey looked at Duke Tywin, "Grandfather, what do you think?"

Duke Tywin remained expressionless, "The forces in Casterly Rock are sufficient to defend against attacks from the Iron Islands and the Reach. The Lords of the Riverlands can gather more soldiers at any time, so there's probably no need to worry."

The Riverlands was Catelyn's home. Eddard wanted to argue, but the Riverlands' passive response to the Royal Family's call was a clear fact, so he could only remain silent.

Tyrion sighed, "The Riverlands have always been like this. I can understand Lord Hoster's difficulties. I only hope the Tully family tries their best to mediate and send more grain to King's Landing. There are more and more people in the city."

This was a reasonable request. Eddard could only guarantee, "The Tully family has always been loyal to the Throne."

Old Hoster of the Tully family was already bedridden and could pass away at any time. The young Edmure Tully was not strong, and Lysa of The Vale was outwardly fierce but inwardly weak. The backbone of the Northern Three Kingdoms alliance was undoubtedly the strong Lord Eddard.

Eddard's guarantee was very credible.

Joffrey looked at the Stormlands, "Grandfather, what do you think Renly will do next?"

With the help of Divine Grace, everyone present had learned a lot about the southern rebels. Troop deployments, commanding generals, and even secret resolutions.

Duke Tywin said in a deep voice, "The intelligence is already very clear. Renly is feigning an attack on Massey's Hook to increase the burden on King's Landing, while also luring our army south to attack, waiting for an opportunity to ambush."

"But this is not the rebels' main plan."

Duke Tywin pointed to the Goldroad, "Renly's army in the Stormlands is clearing the roads to the west, and the rebel vanguard at Bitterbridge has already appeared near the Goldroad."

"The rebels plan to cross the Blackwater River upstream to avoid the disadvantage of the fleet and attack King's Landing from the north."

This was also not new information.

Joffrey wasn't just there to hear Renly's plan again, "Grandfather, in that case, the main battlefield will be a crossing point somewhere upstream of the Blackwater River?"

Duke Tywin said, "Indeed, if we decide to prevent the rebels from crossing the river."

If the rebels were allowed to cross the river into the Riverlands, they would certainly suffer some losses, but after winning, they could annihilate the rebels to the greatest extent.

Joffrey looked at the ministers, "So, do we prevent them?"

Lord Eddard immediately advised, "Winter is Coming. The grain in the fields of the Riverlands is the only hope for countless people to survive the long winter. They cannot withstand the ravages of war."

Tyrion looked at the winding Blackwater River on the map and sighed, "Is it Renly's arrogance, or is Lord Mace too proud? Crossing the Blackwater River is easy, but once they suffer a defeat, it will be difficult to retreat. Do they think they are bound to win?"

Jaime looked at Lord Eddard, "Annihilating all the rebels on the north bank of the Blackwater River will end the war faster and bring true stability to the Seven Kingdoms."

Eddard immediately frowned.

Elin, however, quickly retorted, "With the power of the Divine Grace bestowed by Your Majesty, where can't the rebels be annihilated? Why must we let the rebels rampage in the Riverlands?"

Hannah also agreed, "The Royal Treasury is empty, and supplies are insufficient. We should take the initiative to attack."

Duke Tywin looked at the Throne.

Grand Maester Pycelle respectfully asked for instructions, "The advantages and disadvantages are difficult to compare. Has Your Majesty made a decision?"

The ministers stopped speaking and looked at the King.

Joffrey cast a beam of light towards the Stormlands. "There's no need to wait for the rebels to converge. Once the Stormlands rebels leave the castle and move west, immediately dispatch ten thousand soldiers to intercept them in the Kingswood."

Another beam of light was cast towards Bitterbridge in the Reach.

"If the Bitterbridge rebels move east to reinforce, increase troops for a decisive battle in the Kingswood. If they move north to cross the river, intercept them at the crossing. If they attack the Westerlands, send troops to pursue. If they remain still or retreat, ignore them."

Joffrey looked at Duke Tywin. "In short, the Westerlands, Riverlands, and Crownlands will not become battlefields."

Eddard finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The Hound raised a question. "What will Lord Kevan's army be responsible for?"

In the King's planned war, Harrenhal in the Riverlands was undoubtedly too far away. Where should Kevan's more than twenty thousand soldiers be positioned?

The ministers looked at Duke Tywin.

Joffrey said lightly, "At that time, King's Landing will inevitably be short on troops. Lord Kevan's army can正好 garrison King's Landing to fill the void."

Duke Tywin nodded slightly. "Kevan will surely be happy to serve."

Joffrey was very satisfied.

With Duke Tywin's words, this meeting was not in vain.

No matter whose subordinates they were originally, once they entered King's Landing, they could only become warriors of the Throne and the Gods.

The meeting in the "Throne Room" ended.

Viserion, who was leading the way, stopped. "Your Majesty, your pet is still asleep."

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