Game of Thrones: I Created the Weave

"Your Majesty."

Daenerys struggled slightly, trying to escape Joffrey's embrace.

Joffrey released his arms indifferently, letting the shy maiden sit on the innermost part of the bed. He leisurely occupied most of the bed himself, closing his eyes to rest, as if planning to take a nap there.

This was the first time.

Listening to the man's breathing and smelling the faint scent of gunpowder, Daenerys was at a loss for a moment.

After all, she was a captive, the King's spoils of war.

During this month in the Red Keep, Daenerys was often dragged by the King to attend various banquets and meetings, where she met many people: court officials, Lords of the Seven Kingdoms, noble ladies and maidens, and even emissaries from the Free Cities.

The King's intentions were never hidden; he was announcing to the world that the Targaryen Dynasty was completely a thing of the past, and the Iron Throne was no longer disputed.

Before, Viserion firmly believed that the nobles and commoners of the Seven Kingdoms missed the rule of the True Dragon.

As long as the True King stepped onto the land of Westeros, everyone would joyfully replace the Stag banner of the Usurper with the Fire Dragon banner, trampling the former underfoot, and welcome the returning True Dragon.

Daenerys had been half-believing, half-doubting. But now, after personally interacting with the Lords of the Seven Kingdoms, she didn't believe it at all.

These people were all extremely respectful to King Joffrey. Two and a half out of three sentences were clearly or implicitly flattering the King, praising the Baratheons and the Gods, with not a single good word for the Targaryens.

Among the many Lords, Daenerys didn't see many sincere people.

Most of them were as cunning as the Magisters and Princes of the Free Cities, always smiling, but ready to turn hostile at any moment for gold coins, orders, or something else.

Occasionally, there were a few less sinister people whose words could be trusted, like Duke Eddard Stark, but even he showed no awe or nostalgia for her bloodline.

Daenerys then knew that to restore rule, she could only use Swords and Dragonflame.

But she had nothing.

Swords were in the hands of the Lords of the Seven Kingdoms and the Free Cities; she could not get any support.

Dragonflame was recovering, but the master of the Fire Dragon was no longer a Targaryen, but King Joffrey. She was very sure that the King definitely had a way to control the Giant Dragon, and if he really couldn't, he would mercilessly kill it.

And the King even possessed a more powerful, more awe-inspiring force: Divine Grace.

How could it be such a coincidence?

To be brought into King's Landing just when King Joffrey was crowned.

It allowed her to personally witness the Giant of Light and Fire, to see hundreds of thousands of people cheering and rejoicing at the same time, fanatically surrounding the Emissary of the Gods, as if they had ascended to heaven.

Later, Daenerys herself was also bestowed with Divine Grace by the King, sharing in the Glory of the Gods.

She quickly noticed the difference in her Divine Grace Light Screen.

Firstly, she didn't need to constantly go to the Wishing Stone to pray for more Divine Grace; the Light Screen could operate entirely on its own. This was a special privilege only granted to those at the Minister level, said to be created with more precious High-Level Divine Grace power.

In addition, the tasks assigned by her Divine Grace Light Screen were also very strange.

For example, the morning greeting to the King.

Every day upon waking up, she had to run down the stairs full of energy, stop in front of the mirror with great vigor, then place her left hand on her waist, her right palm protecting the side of her face, tilt her head, and smile very happily and energetically while saying strange words, "Onii-chan, Ohayo!"

After sending the video recorded by the Light Screen to the King, he would also score each morning greeting, and those who failed had to do it again.

It didn't go well at first.

But after repeating it again and again, Daenerys felt that she understood the emotions contained within.

It must be a very beautiful wish. She seemed to see another girl who truly lived so happily, carefree, living a simple and peaceful life.

Daenerys gradually accepted this morning greeting.

However, this was not all.

The Light Screen also occasionally required her to prepare "gifts" for the King, such as portraits she painted herself, songs she sang with her heart, embroideries she worked hard to weave, wood carvings she carved stroke by stroke, and so on.

She also had to think of an interesting story or experience to tell the King every night before going to sleep as a goodnight blessing.

Daenerys racked her brains for this.

Even Viserion, or the kind Ser Willem Darry, had never occupied such a large proportion of her thoughts.

She had almost become his accessory, living only for him, thinking all day about how to please him and get a higher score on her tasks, as if only then could the day's efforts be considered complete.

Pet.

Daenerys knew that Viserion and many others called her this, while the attendants were more respectful to her.

How long did Viserion struggle with this title?

For a quarter of an hour?

Daenerys really wanted to believe it, but deep down she knew clearly that Viserion could never last a quarter of an hour in front of the King.

Starting from a month ago.

Viserion was not a sleeping Dragon, not a True King, and no longer her brother.

Although he was still called Viserion Targaryen, he was now just a humble Attendant, even worse than a pet. At least no one dared to bully her.

Except for the King.

Daenerys quietly glanced at Joffrey beside her; he seemed to have fallen asleep.

Pet. Is this a good thing, or a bad thing? Should I fight back with all my might? Daenerys stared blankly at Joffrey's face.

She didn't like her former life.

The Magisters and princes of the Free Cities didn't truly accept her and Viserion; they were making a profitable "investment."

She and Viserion were merely assets to the Magisters. For greater profit or smaller loss, those people would discard their "assets" at any moment, without hesitation, without any attachment.

After all, they were just assets, not friends or allies, nor living people.

Compared to that, her current life was much more stable and peaceful. A pet, at least, is a life, warmer than an asset, and more likely to be cherished.

Princess Daenerys Targaryen, Stormborn of Dragonstone, she was once called this.

But she remembered neither Dragonstone nor that swift and rare great storm, and she had never received the treatment of a royal princess.

Only Viserion's stories and promises. Yet he himself had personally destroyed everything he had said.

The word "pet" coming from Viserion's mouth was undoubtedly the most jarring.

Like steel needles, pricking the last remnants of illusion in her heart;

Like drops of ice water, extinguishing the fire of her hope;

Like giant stones, smashing the shackles on her body, allowing her to shake off all past constraints and welcome a new life.

"Dany, I almost forgot, how about today's morning greeting?"

Daenerys snapped back to attention. The King before her had opened his eyes, a faint smile on his lips, his expression seemingly full of anticipation.

Morning greeting.

Daenerys instinctively struck that pose. "Onii-chan, Ohayo!"

Kawaii. Joffrey couldn't help but pinch the Maiden's cheek. "You've worked hard. I've thought it over and over, one cannot be too selfish."

He rubbed against her ear. "Starting tomorrow, it will be a morning kiss instead."

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