Game of Thrones: I Created the Weave

Sansa left, satisfied and happy.

Everyone who had been serving in the bedchamber returned to their positions, quietly awaiting the King's orders.

Joffrey lazily held the maiden beside him.

"Hannah, who made my favorite Queen so sad? You handle it."

Although he didn't intend to hide the matter of Daenerys, he still couldn't tolerate such shameful tattling. Everyone should know that spreading gossip in court would come at a price.

Hannah responded with a proper smile.

Jeyne Poole's face was flushed, her hands gently resting on Joffrey's shoulders, unsure whether she wanted to push him away or yearned for more intimate affection.

Unlike before, this time she stayed in the King's bedchamber, and Miss Sansa had seen it clearly.

Despite having a legitimate excuse, Jeyne was still a little uneasy.

Although her view was of the bedchamber walls, Jeyne felt as if she was being scrutinized by everyone within the room, as if they were questioning her identity and purpose.

Did I betray Miss Sansa?

"Your Majesty, it's already noon. Let Jeyne serve you your meal."

Jeyne came up with an excuse, trying to escape this awkward situation and allow herself a moment to breathe.

Joffrey playfully twirled the maiden's long black hair with interest, "Your hair is beautiful."

Jeyne's attempt failed.

The King never acted according to convention. She recalled their first kiss again, forceful and overbearing, yet it left her completely weak, unable to muster any resistance.

Jeyne had fantasized countless times about her future husband.

He might be a clever and steady Attendant, who, through his own efforts and loyalty, served his master and gradually gained importance and people's respect, just like her father, the Steward of Winterfell.

He might be a brave Knight, invincible on the battlefield, who could also righteously protect the weak, and even own a village and a small castle.

With more luck, he might be a Ser of noble birth, the second son of a family from The North or the Riverlands, whom she would meet and fall in love with at a feast, eventually overcoming many obstacles to enter the bonds of marriage.

Jeyne didn't dare to fantasize any further.

After all, she was just the daughter of a steward, of humble birth, and could only marry someone of a matching background in the future, at most rising one level higher by relying on her looks and wit.

But all of this was completely ended after the King's kiss.

Based on her slight understanding of King Joffrey, Jeyne knew that she could never marry anyone else. Knight, Attendant, Ser, all these futures had been shattered.

The King's willfulness was never concealed in the slightest; he would not allow anyone to take what he wanted.

Jeyne knew she had become one of those things.

She had thought about confessing to Sansa. But Sansa was already engaged to the King and had confessed her feelings for the King and her hopes for the future to her countless times.

If she confessed, Sansa couldn't remain completely unaffected, and the King would know very soon.

What would happen after that?

Jeyne couldn't foresee all the changes, but she was very clear that it wouldn't be good for Sansa or for herself.

So, she could only try her best to hide this secret.

For the first time, Jeyne had a secret she had to keep from Sansa.

The King seemed to enjoy this feeling, sometimes deliberately choosing to be intimate with her near Sansa, yet without lifting the veil.

Jeyne didn't dare to resist, only half-heartedly complied.

She couldn't sleep for nights because of it. She was both worried about Sansa's potentially terrible reaction if she found out and silently weighed her own scale in her heart.

Her father was still the Steward of Winterfell and had returned to The North with Lord Eddard.

Miss Sansa was very good to her; they were the best of friends and told each other everything. Winterfell had also been her home for over a decade.

She clearly remembered those beautiful memories, the familiar faces, remembered every tower in Winterfell, every hot spring, and remembered the crimson faces on the Heart Tree in the Godswood.

The scale initially tilted completely towards Winterfell.

But as time passed, Jeyne was startled and confused to realize that the scale was gradually shifting towards the Red Keep.

After all, both Sansa and she were already in the Red Keep. Life in Winterfell had become an unchangeable past, and their future lives would be spent in the southern court.

Sansa had more playmates and friends.

Jeyne's role beside Sansa was slowly fading, so much so that she had enough free time to respond to the King's summons.

Before, she and Sansa were inseparable, often even sleeping in the same room.

Jeyne's position gradually became blurred.

As the daughter of the steward and Sansa's best friend, she didn't need to do the most strenuous work; she just needed to keep Sansa company.

But what if Sansa didn't need company anymore?

Suddenly having a large amount of free time, Jeyne truly didn't know what to do.

She just wanted to continue staying by Sansa's side, even if it was just saying a few more words, or even just watching Sansa embroider.

But the noble ladies and handmaidens of the Red Keep surrounded Sansa all day. Their pretty words sounded more heartfelt, and Sansa was completely engrossed in activities like dancing, poetry, and music.

Jeyne was often forgotten by them.

At this moment, she actually began to faintly anticipate the King's summons.

At the very least, there were fewer people around the King, and she could occupy a spot by his side, watching the King do this and that, which wasn't much different from her life before.

Because of these things, did I betray Sansa?

Jeyne asked herself again.

The matter with Daenerys seemed to be the King's fault, and Sansa's reaction seemed reasonable.

But she was openly and secretly speaking well of the King, not out of concern for Sansa, but because she had obeyed the King's command.

Jeyne slightly turned her head to look at Daenerys, who was sitting not far away.

She seemed to sense Daenerys's feelings, which were probably similar to her own – making unexpected choices for many things.

At least, Sansa is happy now.

Jeyne felt that she had made the right choice. It wasn't betrayal, but a white lie.

How many noble lords could remain forever loyal to their wives? Let alone the King of the Seven Kingdoms. This was an unavoidable fact.

Sansa isn't old enough to accept this kind of thing yet, I'm protecting her.

Jeyne convinced herself.

Besides, the King also bore such a heavy mission and responsibility. He had to quell Renly's rebellion, prevent the Long Night Doomsday, and unite the people of the entire world.

The King said that Aegon the Conqueror married two wives and had three Dragons, and only conquered six kingdoms. For the sake of the whole world, three Dragons were far from enough, and two wives were also far from enough.

Listening to the heartbeat in the King's chest, Jeyne silently thought about her future. Princess Jeyne Poole.

That way, I can be with Sansa forever, right?

Jeyne lowered her hands, releasing all restraint and shame, and melted into the King's embrace.

Joffrey's mind had already returned to the main business.

On the table before him lay two reports of vastly different styles. One was written in ink on paper, and the other was displayed magically on a palm-sized piece of glass, which was his unique mobile phone, "Little White".

He had also designed a Divine Grace Light Screen for himself, but not many people were qualified to disturb him on the Divine Grace Light Screen.

Most reports would be stored in "Little White" for him to process in batches when he had time.

Expense settlements, task progress, data reports, requests for instructions on movements – Joffrey was already skilled at approving them.

Until a report with novel content arrived.

Joffrey looked at the signature at the end: Hallyne, President of the Alchemists' Guild.

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