Game of Thrones: I Created the Weave

This night.

Storm's End was ablaze with bonfires, and no one slept.

Servants checked the grain stores, salt, and fresh water in the granaries, calculating how long they would last.

The barracks rooms encircling the inner wall were empty, the beds cold. The soldiers were all nervously making final preparations, heading to the armory to collect weapons, armor, and siege defense equipment.

More than half of the raven cages in the Maester's tower were empty, but the Maester was still tying letters to the legs of the remaining ravens and releasing them.

The great hall was empty.

Acting Castellan Ser Cortnay Penrose personally ascended the walls, arranging defenses and urging the soldiers into action.

All of this was because:

The Fleet was attacking!

Ser Cortnay Penrose had issued the alarm. The fleet from King's Landing Port had launched a major offensive, intending to ravage various coasts, and Storm's End was the first target!

This was intelligence that was hard not to doubt.

The fleet from King's Landing Port wasn't focused on defending the Blackwater River, but had run so far to harass the coast?

But thinking carefully, it wasn't impossible, after all, it was war. Moreover, it was Ser Cortnay Penrose's order, and no one believed this serious and just Ser would lie.

Thus, to defend the Castle, and also for their own lives.

The soldiers worked very hard.

Crossbow bolts, Stones, Pitch, and Lamp Oil were transported in large quantities near the battlements.

Teams of guards were scattered at every gate and passage within the Castle, ensuring the gates were tightly shut, the drawbridges raised, the chains and winches secure, and the dry moat below filled with iron spikes.

There was a cave below the cliff on the sea-facing side of the Castle, and this waterway had not been forgotten by the guards.

The waterway extended deep beneath Storm's End, but Iron Gates plunged from the rock face above the waterway deep into the cold, dark water, blocking off half of the water route.

And before the Iron Gates, the cave ceiling was densely packed with Murder Holes. Once someone dared to cleverly enter the cave, the soldiers above the Murder Holes would give them a lesson with crossbow bolts, Stones, and Hot Oil—a final lesson.

Many older veterans couldn't help but feel emotional about this. The last time Storm's End had so seriously arranged its defenses was during the Siege of Storm's End in the War of the Usurper.

At that time, on the land outside the city were Duke Mace Tyrell's Reach army, and on the sea was the Redwyne Fleet from The Arbor. The forces Lord Stannis had within the besieged city were even fewer than now.

And the result?

Ha!

Storm's End held out for over a year and was still safe and sound!

If King Robert hadn't overthrown the Mad King, and Duke Mace hadn't surrendered his army to the relief force led by Lord Eddard, Storm's End would have continued to hold out for who knows how many more years!

Of course, the premise was that there was no shortage of food and drink.

At this moment, a predictable piece of good news came from the granary: the grain and wine within the city were enough to support the current three thousand people for two years.

Smart soldiers began to think that they might be besieged by the Fleet for a long time.

The name of Storm's End's impregnability was truly known to all, and Your Majesty Renly naturally felt it even more clearly, having greater confidence in this fortress.

King's Landing had no Fleet, what a great opportunity.

Would Your Majesty choose to go north and take the unguarded King's Landing, or lure the Fleet ashore and annihilate this enemy force?

After all, Storm's End could hold out for at least two years.

Even against a massive Fleet.

Busy soldiers occasionally looked up and into the distance. The sea was in complete darkness, without any light. Only the sound of the waves constantly disturbed the calm.

The Fleet was attacking.

When?

Cortnay Penrose could not be entirely sure.

Perhaps during the day, perhaps in the dead of night. In short, after accounting for the necessary sailing time, the Fleet could appear at any moment.

The second letter from Rain House City said just this.

The letter stated:

Rain House City was safe.

Although the Fleet from King's Landing had successfully approached quietly, the methods they employed were truly unworthy of such a perfect opportunity for a surprise attack.

The Fleet first used light and noise, attempting to intimidate the Castle's guards.

It did have some effect at first, but the Earl's loyalty to Your Majesty Renly overcame his fear, and he resolutely refused the enemy's enticement, ordering the soldiers to prepare to defend the city.

The first letter was written at this time.

Afterward, the Fleet, which had failed to secure a surrender, first attempted to throw Stones and shoot arrows from the sea, but this was even weaker than a baby's fist.

Rain House City was unharmed.

The enemy forces on the Fleet then began landing operations, attacking from the three land-facing gates.

Fortunately, a thousand soldiers who were preparing to go north as reinforcements had already gathered in the city, and weapons and equipment were also sufficient, repelling the enemy's attacks four times in succession.

Afterward, the fleet abandoned Rain House City and retreated back to sea.

The last scene witnessed at Rain House City was the fleet dividing into three routes: one heading south, one heading west, and the one with the brightest flags sailing into the channel towards Storm's End. The False King Joffrey was suspected to be on this last fleet.

In simple summary:

Rain House City is safe, the fleet is attacking various locations, and one route is attacking Storm's End.

Regarding the news in this letter, Cortnay Penrose was momentarily unsure whether to be relieved or worried.

On the positive side, the so-called strange light and sound effects were not significant, and the strength of the King's Landing fleet had not increased much, unable to even capture Rain House City.

Moreover, the False King foolishly dispersed his forces, making the already poor siege-attacking fleet even weaker.

It seems Joffrey didn't bring one or two smart and outspoken courtiers with him this time. No, perhaps he did, but he lacked the ability to make the King obey.

Thinking of Prince Joffrey as he remembered him, Cortnay Penrose had no doubt about the extent of his willfulness. Apart from Cersei and Duke Tywin, and a handful of others, who could persuade Joffrey?

Of course.

Even so, it didn't mean that the areas reached by the King's Landing fleet could remain calm and peaceful, free from harm or loss.

Nor did it mean that Storm's End could continue to rest in peace without taking precautions.

Even with fewer soldiers in the fleet, there were still more than the thousand guards within the castle. If they were negligent and underestimated the enemy, allowing Storm's End, which had never fallen, to be breached by this enemy.

Cortnay Penrose firmly believed that he would not be able to rest easy even after death.

With this thought, he cautiously and meticulously arranged the defenses of Storm's End. He treated the approaching enemy as a hundred thousand troops and the enemy general as Duke Tywin Lannister.

It was imperative to be able to resist such a powerful enemy.

In that case, even if more accidents occurred, Storm's End would not be breached.

At this moment.

The defenses on the castle walls and throughout the castle were complete. Most of the soldiers had returned to the barracks to rest, the patrolling soldiers were full of energy, and the watchtowers were brightly lit.

Looking at all this, Cortnay Penrose was full of confidence, and his sleepiness vanished.

So he stood silently on the castle wall, gazing at the darkness outside the castle. He could see nothing, yet it was as if he saw flashing blades, flying blood and fire, and approaching warships.

Finally.

As dawn broke.

Slender, hazy shadows inadvertently rippled across the gray sea, gradually increasing in number and becoming wider.

Ship silhouettes, one by one.

The sentry in the watchtower struck the bronze bell and blew the horn, waking those who were sleeping.

The ringing of the bell and the sound of the horn formed a battle song. The air suddenly became intense and heavy, occasionally mixed with the shouts of companions. Everyone immediately understood.

The fleet was attacking.

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