Game of Thrones: I Created the Weave

"Sansa, you will be the Queen of the entire world."

Joffrey's expression was firm and calm, as if stating an undeniable fact.

"The Gods have bestowed Divine Grace, and they have bestowed a Divine Decree. I must share the Glory of the Gods with all ignorant souls, cleanse the defiled mortal realm, establish a Heaven on Earth, and bestow favor upon all people."

"The day of the Light's illumination is not far off."

"Humanity will become one. One nation, one Allah, one King."

His voice echoed resonantly in the spacious hall.

He was going to conquer the world.

What a grand and imposing declaration. Sansa had to face reality; her Prince was already a King, a King and Emissary chosen by the Gods.

Kings and Princes were different. Even Sansa understood this.

"Sansa, the people of the entire world are our subjects, and we bear a heavy responsibility to maintain peace and eliminate unnecessary disasters."

Joffrey looked out at the sky through the window.

The sky outside the window was clean, with a few white clouds dotting the azure curtain. A flock of birds faintly flew by in the distance, and there was nothing else.

But Sansa seemed to see countless chaotic scenes in his eyes.

"Do you see? They are wailing, they are crying, they are sinking into the mire of war and hatred. How can we, for our own selfish desires, watch them continue to slaughter each other?"

Joffrey shook his head and sighed, his face filled with sorrow and regret.

Sansa was completely at a loss.

Wasn't she here to defend love? How did the conversation suddenly turn to such a terrifying topic? And what did Daenerys have to do with any of this?

"You are the Queen of the entire world." Joffrey looked into Sansa's eyes.

"For the sake of the people of the entire world, think carefully: why must I deal with Daenerys in this way? If I don't, how much harm will be caused, and how many people will lose their parents and children?"

Joffrey gently stroked Sansa's shoulders, his eyes filled with encouragement and expectation, "Think carefully, what is the answer?"

Sansa had almost forgotten her previous sorrow.

Compared to the King's thoughts and aspirations, her own worries and fantasies seemed like a little girl's naive ideas.

Life, death, and conquest.

Sansa suddenly realized that war was currently raging in the Seven Kingdoms. In places she couldn't see, people were enduring unimaginable suffering.

What was the answer?

I will become the Queen of the entire world.

Sansa tried to put herself in the Queen's shoes, thinking with a compassionate and benevolent heart.

Daenerys.

Sansa thought of the name again, but this time not as a rival for affection, but considering what impact she could have on the Seven Kingdoms and the world.

Daenerys Targaryen.

Thinking of the whispers of the servants in the Red Keep, Sansa spoke hesitantly.

"Because of her special bloodline and identity, making her submit to the Iron Throne can appease those who miss the Targaryens, prevent them from participating in rebellion, and thus save more lives?"

Joffrey nodded approvingly, "And what else?"

Sansa bit her lip and thought for a long time, considering all of Daenerys's unique qualities, but still couldn't think of any more answers.

Before today, she had never considered such serious matters.

It turns out I'm not good enough to be a Queen yet.

Sansa shook her head in disappointment, then looked at Joffrey, her eyes expecting his answer, an answer without love or desire, solely for the sake of the kingdom and its people.

That was all she hoped for.

As long as their love and betrothal remained pure and strong.

Daenerys. To become the Queen of the entire world, perhaps this was the sacrifice that had to be made, enduring some people and things she didn't like.

Just like her Mother, who clearly disliked Jon, whom Father brought back, but still raised Jon.

Family, duty, honor.

Sansa seemed to understand her Mother's feelings.

Joffrey didn't directly give his answer, but instead led Sansa to a small room nearby.

The furnishings here were new, with no Swords or armor, decorated with colors and patterns that only girls would like. There were also three large Dragon Eggs placed at the head of the bed.

Sansa quickly realized this was Daenerys's residence.

Joffrey picked up a dark black Dragon Egg, "Sansa, do you remember it? Touch it again."

The Prince had shown her these Dragon Eggs in Winterfell. At that time, their scales felt comfortable to the touch, but they still had the coolness of stone.

Dragon Eggs, Daenerys.

Sansa's eyes widened slightly, as if she had thought of something. Then, she reached out and touched the Dragon Egg.

"So warm, there must be new life brewing inside," Jeyne Poole exclaimed in wonder, her hands carefully stroking the pure white dragon egg.

Only then did Sansa truly notice her best friend again. Where had Jeyne been just now? Had she gone out?

"They are indeed alive," Joffrey said, taking Sansa's hand. "At the right time, Daenerys can bring us three hatchling dragons."

"They will grow strong, until they rival the three great dragons of Aegon the Conqueror, making the Seven Kingdoms remember their former glory and power, allowing the Iron Throne to once again possess the legacy of dragons, uniting the hearts of millions."

Sansa knew this was another answer.

Three great dragons. Compared to Daenerys's intangible identity, this was a more tangible power, a clearer future.

But with the Divine Grace of the Gods, was the power of dragons still necessary?

"Across the Narrow Sea, there are still Blackfyres lurking."

Sansa was momentarily stunned, Blackfyre. She thought back carefully and remembered that this was the family founded by Daemon Blackfyre, the noble bastard of the Targaryens.

"Descendants of Blackfyre have impersonated Young Aegon, the son of Rhaegar Targaryen, attempting to conquer the Seven Kingdoms."

Joffrey set down the dragon egg. "War has already spread throughout the Seven Kingdoms, and Blackfyre will not miss this opportunity. When that happens, who knows how many more people will lose their homes, loved ones, and lives."

Sansa tried to put herself in the shoes of the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, and she too began to worry about the future turmoil.

"Not only that," Joffrey said, cupping Sansa's cheeks.

An indescribable power surged into her mind, and Sansa saw an endless army of the dead standing in ice and snow, countless ice dragons flying out of the pale moon, and the fire dragons in the sky being engulfed by the freezing cold.

By the Gods, what kind of monsters were these?

"The Gods have bestowed Divine Grace, but our enemies are not just mortals. What we must stop is Doomsday and the Evil God."

Joffrey gazed into Sansa's eyes.

"Sansa, my Queen. For the world, and for ourselves, we must unite all forces that can be united, resolve conflicts as much as possible, save every life, and accumulate every ounce of strength to resist the final great cold."

"Aegon the Conqueror did not achieve his deeds alone. His beloved wife, Queen Visenya, was the wing the Dragon King relied on most heavily. Together, they built the Seven Kingdoms and protected millions of their subjects."

"Sansa, are you willing to be my Visenya?"

Jeyne Poole let out a soft gasp, a short, dreamlike sound, as if witnessing a legend about to be born.

Sansa smelled a wonderful sense of romance. Not just love, but an epic ballad.

She finally became lost in her fiancé's eyes.

"I am willing."

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