Game of Thrones: I Created the Weave

The evening sunlight had already dimmed.

Yet, inside the King's Bedchamber in Maegor's Holdfast, it was as bright as midday.

What brought about this sight wasn't the red glow of fire, but the clear white light emanating from the Dragon Glass spheres embedded in the ceiling.

In the side chamber.

Archmaester Marwyn, the "Mage," waiting for the King's summons, was craning his neck, staring at the bright Dragon Glass spheres on the ceiling.

Is this magic, or, as King Joffrey calls it, Divine Grace?

How do these Dragon Glass spheres emit light? And why could the Dragon Glass sphere at the River Gate record information when I entered the city?

Is the King's transformation into a Giant real or fake? Did Qyburn witness the Light and Fire with his own eyes?

Marwyn fell into deep thought.

The servants presented tea to the three visitors, then, as if by prior agreement, observed the strangest guest, Archmaester Marwyn, who was staring blankly upwards.

The man wore a leather tunic, was short and stout, with a large head, thick neck, and a broad chin. Rather than a Maester who used his intellect, he looked more like a thug who frequented docks and taverns.

From his appearance, only the chain made of many metals around his neck matched his identity.

This was a Maester's Chain.

Each metal represented a field of Knowledge, signifying that this person's attainment in this field had been recognized and certified by The Citadel.

Marwyn had also been granted a ring, scepter, and mask made of Valyrian Steel.

This meant The Citadel acknowledged him as a master in the field of magic and the occult, and that he held the title of "Archmaester," was eligible to sit on the Conclave, manage The Citadel, and elect the Grand Maester.

Despite this, Archmaester Marwyn's time at The Citadel was still not comfortable.

Marwyn knew the reason for this.

The Citadel had always disliked and even been hostile towards Witchcraft, Prophecy, and magic, and was dedicated to building a world that revered scholarship and had no mysterious powers.

For this reason, the other Archmaesters were exceptionally hostile towards him, who was obsessed with magic and occult Knowledge. Archmaester Vylarr, "Vinegar," even sarcastically gave him the nickname, "Marwyn the Mage."

Marwyn accepted this with pleasure.

For him, who believed in and acknowledged the power of magic, the title of Mage was not an insult, but rather a blessing and praise.

Magic, this was also the purpose and motivation for his long journey.

Qyburn's letter mentioned many things. The Prophecy of the Asshai'i, the Targaryens, King Joffrey's coronation, Fire and Light, Divine Grace, the Light Screen that could instantly transmit messages, the Research Department.

Most people would dismiss these contents as nonsense, but Marwyn was willing to believe them.

He understood Qyburn.

Qyburn was the same kind of person as himself, able to face the truth and crave the truth. It was just that Qyburn was too obsessed, to the point of not being accepted by the world, let alone those grey sheep in The Citadel.

He believed Qyburn wouldn't joke about such matters, and there were also snippets of information from King's Landing to corroborate it.

Compared to his eight-year long, dangerous, but fruitless exploration journey across the Narrow Sea, Qyburn and King Joffrey's invitation was undoubtedly worth a try.

This was an uncertain coin.

Heads up, dreams come true. Tails up, some time is spent, perhaps with unknown dangers.

Marwyn decided to flip this coin.

The coin was far away in King's Landing.

To get the coin, the primary difficulty was leaving The Citadel and Oldtown.

The Archmaesters at The Citadel were all grey sheep, only capable of poisoning, debating, and scheming. Marwyn wasn't worried about The Citadel's obstruction.

But it was wartime now.

Except for Earl Redwyne, whose two sons were held in King's Landing, all the Lords of the entire Reach had sworn allegiance to King Renly, including House Hightower of Oldtown.

The movements of an Archmaester were enough to attract the attention of families like the Hightowers.

If he were to travel north to King's Landing by land, he would likely be intercepted before he even left the Rose Road, and there were countless unreasonable Soldiers along the way.

Marwyn wisely chose the sea route.

Under the guise of exploring the Free Cities of Pentos, he would take a ship south, bypass Dorne, and then sail north along the east coast to King's Landing, a reasonable plan.

Unfortunately, there were only a few rowing merchant ships in the Oldtown Harbor that would sail to King's Landing.

The large number of oarsmen on rowing ships made them more flexible, but also required them to frequently dock to replenish Supplies like food and fresh water.

Along the way, Dorne and the Stormlands were not friendly to King Joffrey in King's Landing. Although the purpose of the journey had been concealed, every time the ship docked, the risk increased.

To be safe, Marwyn brought along two assistant Maesters under him who had special identities and were enthusiastic about adventure and magic.

Lareza, who had half Dornish blood, handled the inspections in Dorne.

Leo Tyrell, from House Tyrell, received proper hospitality at the various Ports in the Stormlands.

The journey was smooth.

What pleased Marwyn even more was that the flipped coin landed heads up.

Qyburn hadn't lied, at least not entirely.

King's Landing is indeed filled with mysterious power. Divine Grace, magic, whatever you call it, years of searching have finally yielded results.

Archmaester Marwyn couldn't wait to immediately delve into the study of this power and catch a glimpse of the true nature of the world.

The sheep of The Citadel still want to eliminate magic?

Pipe dream!

The Maesters' knowledge might interfere with the survival and reproduction of Dragons, but it cannot affect the world at all. The world has always been as it is, with magic, mystery, and mortals coexisting.

After seeing the changes in King's Landing, Marwyn was even more convinced of his ideas.

Has magic returned? No, it has never left.

Marwyn's gaze finally shifted from the Dragon Glass sphere and looked directly into the depths of the Bedchamber, as if he saw King Joffrey there.

When will he grant an audience?

He couldn't wait any longer and only wanted to make an agreement with the King tonight, any condition was fine, as long as it didn't delay tomorrow's exchange with Qyburn.

After a long while, a Maiden finally walked into the side hall, "Your Majesty grants an audience, the three of you together."

Marwyn immediately got up, walked two steps, and then turned back to call his two assistant Maesters, "Your Majesty grants an audience, come quickly."

Lareza jumped up lightly.

Leo Tyrell stretched lazily and slowly stood up.

...

"Greetings, Your Majesty."

The three of them stood in the center of the hall and bowed together.

The King sat on the throne in the deepest part, with the Maiden who led the way and another girl with silver hair and purple eyes serving beside him.

Marwyn looked to the left, the gray-haired Qyburn was smiling at him, he had gotten old.

Joffrey sized up the two youths beside Marwyn.

The blond boy on the left wore green and gold, and his appearance was somewhat similar to Loras. Assistant Maester "Lazy" Leo Tyrell.

The youth on the right had black curly hair and light brown skin, slender and delicate, with lively eyes, wearing a green tight-fitting armor. Assistant Maester "Sphinx" Lareza.

Lareza, half Dornish blood.

Thinking of the theoretical speculation in the original work, Joffrey moved his mind and swept over her. Underneath her clothes, she was indeed a girl.

Interesting.

Lareza shivered, as if she felt something.

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