Game of Thrones: I Created the Weave

A calm afternoon.

A Raven from Rain House City landed in the Maester's Tower at Storm's End.

The Maester initially thought it was another greeting and negotiation update about troop reinforcements from House Wylde, but upon opening the scroll, he saw:

Urgent military intelligence!

The Maester dared not delay and immediately delivered the heavy letter to Ser Cortnay Penrose, the acting Castellan.

Ser Cortnay Penrose read the message from Rain House City.

The expression on his face became more serious and rigid, the wrinkles on his bald head visibly stacked up, and his neatly trimmed red beard, like a shovel, lifted along with his chin.

The handwriting on the letter from Rain House City was rushed and anxious, and the content written was even more shocking.

The letter stated that the fleet from King's Landing had quietly launched a surprise attack on the sea outside Rain House City. There were about three hundred ships, larger in size and number than the original Royal Fleet!

The time was late last night!

The fleet could emit strange light on its own, illuminating the night sky and the sea surface.

It could also create huge noise, making shouts and horn calls from within the Castle unable to travel even twenty steps. Everyone heard the fleet's declaration.

The fleet announced that it would clear the coast and destroy the Castle.

At the same time, the False King Joffrey himself seemed to be with the fleet, having left the Iron Throne in King's Landing.

Finally, Rain House City sent a request, stating that it would be difficult to hold out for long and hoping that Storm's End and His Majesty Renly would quickly send troops to reinforce them.

Reinforcements. Ser Cortnay Penrose couldn't help but feel suspicious.

The Port of King's Landing had never been a watertight place. The last intelligence Storm's End received about King's Landing Port was only three days ago, and it recorded the situation ten days prior.

Ten days ago, King's Landing Port was quite normal.

One or two hundred warships were anchored in the Port, merchant ships were gradually recovering but still not as numerous as before the war. There were also some ridiculous rumors spreading from the city.

Moreover.

His Majesty Renly's main camp had moved to Bronze Gate in the north. The intelligence would first be sent there, with a delay of at most four or five days.

Five days, or ten days.

The Royal Fleet gained a hundred warships out of thin air and could even use them for a long voyage?

Ser Cortnay Penrose couldn't believe it.

Could it be that Rain House City had secretly defected to the False King, and this letter was a dangerous bait?

As the thought arose, Ser Cortnay Penrose only thought for one or two breaths before dismissing this malicious speculation.

If the distress letter was a lie, aiming to lure the army south for support so that the enemy could ambush or attack, then where would the enemy army come from?

Cape Wrath is located at the southern tip of the Stormlands. If the enemy wanted to ambush here, they could only sail on the sea, avoiding islands and ships along the way, and finally seize the opportunity to land.

How many Soldiers could the Royal Fleet transport for a direct long voyage to Cape Wrath?

The number would certainly not exceed ten or twenty thousand.

Rain House City's plea for help. If this was truly a trap, who was the trapped prey?

Who was disoriented at Cape Wrath, without reinforcements or logistics, and with their retreat cut off? Undoubtedly, it was the Crownlands and Westerlands armies under the False King.

Ser Cortnay Penrose understood that no matter how arrogant and foolish the False King might be, unaware of his own folly, the ministers in the Red Keep would never agree to such an absurd suicide plan.

So, what other reason could there be to incite Rain House City to lie?

There was none.

Ser Cortnay Penrose knew the Earl of Rain House City.

Casper Wylde, in his prime, was smooth and worldly, frequently visiting Storm's End for the ownership of a piece of land, haggling over the share of taxes to be paid, almost only taking in and not giving out, like a miser.

But for Rain House City, for the honor and legacy of a noble house, Earl Wylde also possessed no lack of courage and determination for sacrifice and dedication.

Rain House City knew its Liege Lord, knew the Contract.

Casper Wylde would never dare to deceive Storm's End on his own, especially with such important military intelligence.

That is to say. Ser Cortnay Penrose stared intently at the ink on the letter. Every word looked so striking, so dark.

Eliminate all the wrong options, and what remains must be the correct answer, no matter how unbelievable.

Therefore.

The Royal Fleet really has three hundred warships?!

False King Joffrey personally led the fleet out, launched a surprise attack on Rain House City, and even boasted about invading the entire coast?

The so-called strange light and huge noise are also real?!

Ser Cortnay Penrose couldn't help but think of the rumors coming from King's Landing: tamed Fire, severed limbs regenerating, surging earth and stone, blessings from the gods.

Could these also be true?

Ser Cortnay Penrose couldn't help but frown, falling into complex and tangled contemplation.

After a long while.

He turned his head to look at the banner hanging on the wall.

Amidst the dazzling gold, Ser Cortnay Penrose felt as if he had returned to the day His Majesty Renly was crowned King, also in the afternoon.

Also in this study.

He took the opened parchment from the Duke's hand and glanced at it. The Duke had become His Majesty King Renly Baratheon I, the lawful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm.

His Majesty was summoning all the Lords of the Stormlands to gather their forces at Storm's End to reclaim the rightful Iron Throne.

Meeting His Majesty's burning, sharp eyes, the helpless Ser Cortnay Penrose averted his gaze, just as he was doing now, looking at the banner on the wall.

His eyes were filled with gold, like a ripe wheat field, like the sea surface reflecting sunlight, like endless gold.

The gold set off the sigil inherited from the ancient Storm King, Ours is the Fury, the Crowned Stag, the symbol of House Baratheon for three hundred years, symbolizing power and glory.

Afterward, Ser Cortnay Penrose personally copied the letter and sent it to every castle in the Seven Kingdoms.

Declaring that Joffrey, Tommen, and Myrcella were products of incest, and declaring that His Majesty Renly was the true and lawful King.

The proud stag thus split.

Both sides raised the banner of the Crowned Stag and bore the Baratheon name, but they were bound to determine who was superior, who was true, and who would live or die.

Ser Cortnay Penrose could only choose the stag of Storm's End.

Now, the stag from King's Landing, or the lion, had come. He would unleash his fury along the coastline of the Stormlands, boast of his minions, and even display a more terrifying power.

Ser Cortnay Penrose got up and walked to the window.

On the sea, there were only endless waves and reefs, not a single ship in sight.

A few days ago, the fleet of Earl Velaryon had anchored in this sea area, but the walls of Storm's End were impregnable, and that fleet could only retreat dejectedly.

The waves surged.

Ser Cortnay Penrose's expression gradually softened.

That's right, ancient Storm's End was built with magic and Solid Stone. Not only had it never been breached, but even the most violent storms could not harm it.

Let the fleet come!

Three hundred, five hundred, a thousand, even if warships filled the entire sea, they wouldn't be able to step foot into Storm's End!

The serious man even managed a smile.

Thump, thump, thump.

The closed door was knocked.

"Ser Cortnay, a new letter has arrived from Rain House City." The Maester's voice was still breathless.

Ser Cortnay Penrose immediately rushed to pull open the door, facing the Maester's slightly flushed, tired face.

He took the envelope the Maester handed him.

This time the wax seal was intact, proving no one had read it yet.

"Thank you for your trouble."

Ser Cortnay Penrose remained standing at the door. The Maester immediately withdrew tactfully.

Closing the door again.

Ser Cortnay Penrose paused for a moment, then broke the wax seal and unfolded the letter.

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