Game of Thrones: I Created the Weave

At night, Daenerys moved into the King's bedchamber.

The King had no intention of hiding it, so the news quickly spread throughout the Red Keep and reached the ears of the King's fiancée, Sansa Stark, the following morning.

The elegant bedroom was quiet.

Sansa kept her head down, continuing to work on the tapestry on her lap, but the embroidery needle in her hand trembled uncontrollably, revealing her inner turmoil.

The maid who brought the news waited by the side.

Jeyne Poole quickly motioned for the maid to withdraw, leaving only her and Sansa in the room.

Jeyne gently sat beside Sansa.

"She is a sinner of the Targaryen bloodline, and now she is just a servant attending to His Majesty. This doesn't mean anything, it doesn't decide anything."

Sansa stopped her movements and stared blankly at the patterns on the tapestry.

She was embroidering her direwolf, Lady, and Joffrey's mount, the white stag. They were playing in a lush green forest, with a lake of blue water, a patch of ice, and a crimson castle nearby.

The ancient poem in the blank space was only half-embroidered.

The latter half was a beautiful love story, a sincere and passionate confession.

This tapestry was a gift she was going to give to her fiancé, so that every time he saw this picture, he would know her feelings.

It wasn't finished yet.

She wanted to continue, but her hands were so weak that she couldn't exert any strength.

Jeyne Poole gently held her hand and took the trembling embroidery needle away, lest it pierce her delicate skin and cause unnecessary pain.

"Sansa, are you alright?" Jeyne's voice was full of concern.

Sansa nodded, then shook her head.

She only felt a jumble in her mind, as if she was thinking of many, many things, and yet also as if she wasn't thinking of anything, just staring blankly.

Daenerys.

Sansa finally managed to focus her thoughts on this name.

Daenerys.

Sansa thought mournfully of that delicate and beautiful face.

It had indeed come true, this woman had indeed brought disaster and bewitched my prince. Is this the curse and revenge of House Targaryen?

It had been a whole night. What did she and my prince do?

I am the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

Sansa also thought of that Hannah. This woman also frequently entered the King's bedchamber, and there were faint rumors in the Red Keep about Hannah and the King. Could this also be true?

An inexplicable pang of pain and sorrow struck from the depths of her heart, and Sansa felt something breaking.

Perhaps it was a pure dream.

Sansa recalled the feast at Winterfell, that cold night.

Ice and snow covered the ground, like crystalline petals, like a white carpet, celebrating the birth of a beautiful love.

The prince kissed her lips deeply.

He used fire to dispel the cold of the night, used flesh and blood to bring intense pleasure, and used his arms and chest to declare her belonging.

At that time, all of Sansa's past dreams and wishes became reality.

She would marry the handsome prince, live in a magnificent palace, become the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, be adored by thousands, and become the idol and desire of countless maidens.

She would give birth to lovely little princes and princesses and raise them.

They would rule the country, lead armies in battle, govern their lands, save the people, drive out evil, and promote justice.

They would learn all her skills, even surpass her as a mother, marry the lovers of their choice, have the best families, and live a carefree life.

Sansa looked towards her dressing table.

Jeyne Poole followed her gaze and immediately understood what Sansa meant.

Jeyne walked over and took out the crown made of winter roses from the cabinet. It was still blooming, as vibrant as ever, a cluster of flowers.

Looking at the clear blue crown, Sansa couldn't help but immerse herself in the memory of saying goodbye at Winterfell.

In the white light of dawn, Jeyne and Beth chattered about preparations for the journey, like two cheerful little birds.

Sansa felt a little reluctant to part.

Little Beth stayed in Winterfell and couldn't go south with everyone. This meant that she and Beth wouldn't see each other for a long time.

And Winterfell.

The Red Keep and Winterfell were too far apart, the journey was difficult. After marrying Prince Joffrey, she would probably only be able to return to Winterfell once every few years, and in later years, the intervals would be even longer.

Jeyne and Beth reached an agreement and chose a silver fur robe for Sansa, embroidered with fine, understated patterns.

Sansa accepted the suggestions of her two good friends.

After changing clothes, they walked out of the room and headed towards the East Gate of Winterfell.

The reluctance and sadness in Sansa's heart gradually faded, replaced by curiosity and anticipation for the Prince's gift.

What kind of gift would it be?

Sansa guessed many things. A dress, a bouquet of flowers, a love poem, a ring.

She looked forward to a surprise, but she didn't have too many expectations.

The gift she finally received completely exceeded her imagination: a crown, a wreath made of Winter Roses. What a romantic gift.

The Prince even called her the Queen of Love and Beauty and confessed his love to her passionately.

It was like a dream.

Amidst everyone's admiration and her companions' envy, Sansa became intoxicated.

And then, this crown showed no sign of wilting at all. Throughout the journey south, it remained as vibrant and full of life as it was at the beginning.

Sansa felt as if she was seeing a legend a hundred years from now.

The Prince made a crown from never-fading Winter Roses and presented it to the Queen of Love and Beauty in his heart. Throughout their lives thereafter, their marriage would be like the crown, never fading, as beautiful as the beginning.

But now, had the happy marriage ended before it even began?

Would Daenerys steal my future?

Sansa stood up.

Her body was still a bit weak and powerless. She called out to her best friend, "Jeyne, help me over. I really can't pretend nothing happened."

She murmured dreamily, "Could everything that happened before have been just a lie? I don't believe it. I don't believe it..."

Jeyne Poole could only support her arm.

...

In the bedchamber.

Joffrey was reviewing reports, and Daenerys and Viserion were serving beside him.

Sansa came in from outside the door, her face full of sorrow.

Joffrey dismissed everyone, looked at Jeyne Poole, and together they helped Sansa onto his couch.

"What's wrong? Your face is so pale. Have you had a Maester look at you?" Joffrey asked with concern, as if he truly didn't know the reason.

Looking at the Prince's calm and composed eyes, Sansa almost thought she was worrying for no reason.

But the Daenerys she saw just now couldn't have been fake, could she?

Sansa poured out all the worries in her heart, expressing her fear, her resentment towards Daenerys, and her longing for and doubt about love and the engagement.

Joffrey sighed, "Sansa, how can you doubt the sincere love between us? Or even doubt the sacred engagement?"

Jeyne also comforted her, "Your Majesty must have a serious consideration."

Joffrey said solemnly, "For world peace, for the great unity of humanity, I have to set aside my personal preferences and honor, endure Daenerys, and even many others."

Sansa was confused.

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