Game of Thrones: I Created the Weave

"It's finally coming."

The Royal Guard Commander, The Hound, was eager to try his hand.

"Your Majesty, the Royal Guard's three thousand Holy War Army and seven thousand soldiers are all ready. Whether it's defending the city or fighting, there will definitely be no problem!"

The Master of War, Kingslayer, continued, "All families in the Crownlands have sent troops in response to the summons. Coupled with the new recruits enlisted in the city, the Ministry of War now has two thousand Holy War Army and ten thousand soldiers.

Additionally, over six thousand personnel belonging to the Statistics Bureau, Security Bureau, and Royal Guard are undergoing training.

All personnel can be deployed for combat."

Speaking of this, Jaime Lannister couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

He had painstakingly worked with carefully selected instructors to train so many soldiers, only for more than half of them to be assigned to others.

Especially The Hound's Royal Guard.

What Royal Guard? They were just lazy, useless Gold Cloaks and poor people who couldn't even eat their fill. They had completely transformed into true warriors through the strict training of the Ministry of War, but in the end, The Hound got to reap the benefits.

And The Hound's Holy War Army was even larger than the Ministry of War's.

A full thousand more.

Jaime would gladly trade ten thousand ordinary soldiers for those thousand Holy War Army soldiers from The Hound.

Unfortunately, it was impossible.

Jaime knew why.

The Hound was Joffrey's dog, and naturally, so was the Royal Guard. But he wasn't.

Kingslayer. The last King who trusted a Kingslayer died beneath the Iron Throne, his throat slit with a sword.

Moreover.

Jaime looked up at Joffrey's face and his sun-bright golden hair.

His beloved sister, whom he constantly thought of, had been refusing him for over a month. No, even earlier than that. Ever since Robert went north to Winterfell, Cersei had not accepted his fervent and sincere love.

Jaime persistently asked again and again, and finally learned the reason from the Queen Regent's veiled words.

Joffrey knew the truth.

Jaime no longer had any doubts about Cersei's abnormal behavior.

How could she allow her image in her son's eyes to continue to crumble? How could she further encourage the rumors spread by Renly and undermine her son's rule?

Jaime didn't have deep feelings for his three children, but he understood very well that Cersei loved her children more than herself.

Since then, Jaime's life had been solely about duty and honor, jousting and war, being a good Kingsguard, being a good Master of War, being a good Lannister.

Even if Joffrey held a grudge against him.

In the Throne Room, Grand Maester and Master of Education Pycelle was reporting good news and bad news. Jaime's attention, however, was focused on the three empty seats in front of the assembled ministers.

Eddard Stark still held the titles of Regent and Hand of the King, but he was far away in The North and had always ignored Southern Affairs.

Joffrey was indifferent to this and had no intention of appointing another Hand of the King.

The Queen Regent was also a figurehead.

The guests at Cersei's endless balls and banquets were mostly minor courtiers and ladies, who only knew how to speak pleasantries and had no influence on court affairs.

The routine petitions in the Throne Room were becoming increasingly unimportant. It seemed they were merely using Cersei's beauty to appease the frightened people in the city, or using the Queen Regent's capriciousness to dismiss the complaints of those who had suffered losses.

And the Regent and Master of Laws, Duke Tywin Lannister.

Jaime couldn't help but recall his father's request.

Leave the Kingsguard, regain the inheritance rights to Casterly Rock, marry and have children.

When he heard these words, the first image that came to Jaime's mind was Cersei's face. Leaving the Kingsguard meant he would no longer have a reason to stay in the Red Keep, by Cersei's side, all day long.

But he quickly remembered the current situation. Every meeting had become a torment; it seemed better not to meet often.

Jaime also thought of his younger brother. If Tyrion knew, he would surely be drunk for days.

Although Tyrion didn't say it much, Jaime knew full well that what his younger brother wanted most was Casterly Rock, his father's approval, and to be a Lannister.

Jaime was still hesitating.

He also thought of Joffrey. If he left the Kingsguard, would Joffrey agree? Or rather, would the King be willing?

In his position as a Hand of the King, Jaime had seen and learned a lot.

In just one month, over fifty thousand Divine Grace Light Screens had been bestowed. The army and the court were completely controlled by the King. The entire King's Landing was therefore powerless to resist and could only be manipulated by the King.

And the number of Light Screens bestowed was increasing every day, now approaching ten thousand. The Holy Grace Priests responsible for implanting the Core were almost exhausting their healing power for this.

What would happen if all the hundreds of thousands of people in King's Landing had the Divine Grace Light Screen?

Whenever he thought of such a strange and unpredictable future, Jaime couldn't help but feel a deep sense of shock and confusion.

In a few years, or a decade or two, the Divine Grace Light Screen would be popularized to everyone under the Iron Throne. By then, the King would undoubtedly be able to rule the Seven Kingdoms directly, without the need for Lords, without fearing Lords.

Jaime was not the only one who saw this future. So did the various ministers, King Joffrey, and the clever people in King's Landing.

Would the King and the nobles still live in peace?

"The Bold" Barristan began speaking. Jaime's gaze remained fixed on the empty seat carved with a roaring Golden Lion.

Father must have realized this too.

Jaime couldn't help but let his thoughts wander. Perhaps this was why his father had returned to Casterly Rock, why he had let Uncle Kevan take command of the armies in the Vale and the Riverlands.

King's Landing was thus left exposed on the front lines, under the blade of the Southern Alliance Army.

Was this a test for Joffrey, or a deliberate challenge?

Or was it simply a belief that King's Landing was strong enough, leading to a plan that would yield greater profit?

King's Landing could indeed face the rebellion alone.

Jaime was absolutely certain of this. Failure was impossible; the only difference was how much they would win, and whether they would win sooner or later.

Casterly Rock.

Jaime couldn't help but wonder, did the spoils Joffrey wanted to win include Casterly Rock?

Would his father agree, because of Joffrey's bloodline?

What about Tyrion?

Jaime thought about many things, but in the end, he didn't voice any of his doubts.

No matter what, he could never abandon Cersei and Tyrion. The blood of the Lannisters would always flow in his veins, and he carried a heavy oath, even if others didn't take it seriously.

He snapped back to attention.

The Master of the Household, Hannah, was speaking. "...Logistics Bureau supplies are basically stable. Weekly consumption includes eight hundred tons of grain, one hundred fifty tons of meat, one hundred tons of pig iron, two tons of Dragon Glass..."

He had missed a lot, but Jaime wasn't worried.

The meeting minutes of the Throne Room would be stored within the Light Screen. Every word, every movement and expression of each person would be recorded without omission. He could check them privately later.

As for his own distraction, Jaime didn't care.

A Kingslayer should always be a bit more arrogant to be worthy of the title.

"...Weaponry and equipment for the Holy War Army have been manufactured, and testing results meet expectations.

Preparations for the construction of the flagship 'Divine Grace' are complete. The launching ritual will be held this Sunday.

That is all."

Jaime heard a new name. "Divine Grace"?

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