Game of Thrones: I Created the Weave

"Release the ravens."

After examining the contents of the letters, Jon Snow ordered the Maester of Crow's Nest.

Jon Snow was clad in iron-gray armor, draped in a brilliant golden Six-Pointed Star, and wore several badges of varying styles on his chest.

The four guards behind him were similarly dressed, only their armor was painted red.

"As you wish, my lord."

The white-haired Maester calmly re-rolled the three letters. The letters were written by his own hand, but the content was not decided by him.

Then, the old Maester leaned slightly, placing the red sealing wax near the flame of the candle holder on the table to warm it.

While waiting, the old Maester took out the precious seal he kept close to his body and carefully wiped it, ensuring the engraving on it was fully visible and flawless.

The seal depicted a pair of fighting griffins.

The griffin, the symbol of Crow's Nest, the sigil of the Connington Family.

The combination of ravens and sigils was very effective. The First Men, ten thousand years ago, had already begun using this method for long-distance communication, and it had continued to this day.

As a Maester, his main daily work included caring for ravens, writing, receiving, and sending letters.

The old Maester was already so skilled that he could not make a mistake.

He took the semi-melted red sealing wax from the candle holder. It was just soft enough, not dripping everywhere, nor impossible to shape.

With a flick of his wrist, the red sealing wax sealed the scroll of the letter, forming a thick round cap.

Then, he raised the seal, skillfully brought it to his mouth and breathed a puff of warm air onto it, then pressed it down decisively, squeezing the warm wax and holding it still until the wax solidified.

The three letters were quickly processed.

Next was delivering the letters, to Fallenwood, Storm's End, and Greenvalley.

The letters were sealed with the Connington Family's griffin seal, and inside was the old Maester's own handwriting, identical to the handwriting of countless previous letters.

It was almost certain that the recipients would not have any doubts.

What would happen next?

The old Maester turned to look at the black-haired young man. The new Lord of Crow's Nest, the interim Governor, Jon Snow.

This face was so young.

His gray eyes were somber and indifferent, always reminding one of the cold and desolate North.

The old Maester couldn't help but lament the impermanence of life.

Just last night, the person who had him write the report and request for aid was Ser Raymond Clinton. Even earlier, it had always been the Conningtons.

Decades had passed.

He was a witness to countless past events, an old friend of several generations of the Connington Family, and had also witnessed the severe damage suffered by the ancient Crow's Nest.

During the War of the Usurper, the Connington Family's lands and Earl title were stripped by the Mad King.

Afterward, King Robert returned a small portion of land and the Knight title.

Crow's Nest was thus able to continue, although it was no longer as prosperous and wealthy as before, the name of the Connington Family had not perished after all.

But now, in another war for the Throne, could the Connington Family survive this ordeal?

Deep worry was hidden in the old Maester's heart.

He had no personal opinion of this Jon Snow.

It was well known that the Maesters sent to each castle served the castle and the people themselves, not a specific Lord. Maesters should remain neutral and not participate in the disputes of Lords.

However, he was old after all, and had served in Crow's Nest and for the Connington Family for too long.

Moreover, he now had to use the name of the Connington Family to deliver a lie to the Liege Lord of Crow's Nest, His Majesty Renly, who had crowned himself King...

Jon Snow reminded him faintly, "Maester?"

The old Maester withdrew his gaze, "Just a momentary lapse in concentration, a common ailment of old age. Please forgive me, Governor."

Jon Snow merely pointed to the raven cage.

The old Maester knew he could not hesitate any longer. Everyone in the city had become prisoners. Whether out of duty or emotion, he should serve diligently.

Although the army that entered the city was quite gentle, not killing indiscriminately or insulting women.

But, that terrifying power...

The old Maester did not delay any further. He quickly walked to the raven cage, took out the three most energetic ravens, and placed the letters into the letter tubes beside the ravens' feet one by one.

Last night, the old Maester had sent out four ravens in this way.

The army that launched the night raid outside the castle was unable to stop them. All four ravens safely flew away, heading towards their respective targets.

However, it was later proven that this was just an illusion.

Shortly after the four ravens flew away, the army outside the city displayed terrifying power.

Heavy and swift iron balls were launched from the steel pipes. The Iron Gate of "Griffin's Throat" instantly shattered with a thunderous impact.

The old Maester and all the guards were stunned.

Then, a small portion of the enemy outside the city quickly rushed into the bare long ridge behind the gate, charging towards the main gate of the castle directly ahead.

The guards on the twin round towers on either side of the main gate quickly launched an attack, throwing spears, hard stones, and arrows.

However, the enemies were completely unharmed!

It wasn't until the enemies had breached the main gate and were indifferent to the boiling oil poured down from above that the old maester finally released the first emergency Raven for help.

But this time, the enemy's bows and crossbows outside the city were accurate, and the flames were deadly. Neither of the two crucial Ravens escaped.

After that, the old maester had no further opportunity.

After the enemies revealed their true fangs, Crow's Nest only held out for half a quarter of an hour.

The old maester watched helplessly as familiar faces were dragged out one by one and gathered in the great hall, while the empty Griffin's Seat in the depths of the hall, passed down for a thousand years, remained unresponsive.

The black-haired youth leading them even instructed his subordinates: "There is a staircase hidden beneath the Mother's altar in the Sept of Crow's Nest that leads to a secret refuge. Another staircase in the northwest tower leads directly to the sea. Find them and bring everyone to this great hall."

How did the enemies know?!

This was a complete secret to most people in Crow's Nest, and the few who knew had no reason to reveal it.

The old maester truly couldn't understand. Could it be that bloodthirsty demons revealed the answer?

But this matter soon became insignificant.

The black-haired youth announced the judgment on Crow's Nest and the Connington Family:

Everyone in the city must obey any arrangements made by the Royal Guard and dedicate their strength to The Gods, justice, and the true King.

Jon Snow is appointed as the temporary Governor of Crow's Nest, with full authority to manage the affairs of Crow's Nest and its territory, preside over battles, mobilize personnel, distribute supplies, judge laws, and collect and deliver taxes.

The Connington Family may still reside in Crow's Nest, retain their titles, and enjoy a portion of the tax and property income.

Finally, the Royal Guard used strange power to heal the injured and sick and placed a Dragon Glass disc around everyone's neck.

The old maester then saw it. Was this a creation of the gods, or a game of demons?

Its name was "Divine Grace Light Screen".

Clearly, King Joffrey preferred to be favored by The Gods rather than demons.

The "missions" on the Light Screen were flashing.

The old maester sighed silently and produced a handful of corn kernels.

After a hearty meal, three Ravens flew up contentedly, flying north, carrying crucial news, reasonable news.

Deadly news.

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