Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 105: Brienne the Beauty

On the docks of King's Landing, "Beauty" Brienne tried her best to ignore the strange gazes of the crowd, staring straight at the rows of warships on the river.

The most conspicuous was the "Robert's Hammer."

It was setting sail, the wind billowing its huge golden sails, causing the majestic black stag on the sail to sway.

The dense rows of long oars hanging on both sides of the deck gradually swung, cutting through the water, moving it towards the channel.

Brienne knew that this was the action of more than four hundred oars and even more rowers and sailors.

The "Robert's Hammer" waved its bright flag, and dozens of warships behind it moved accordingly. Brienne understood that this was training, just like her father's small fleet on Tarth often did.

She looked to the right, and there were also dozens of warships moored near the inner river, their flagship being the Fury, which had three hundred oars.

It once belonged to Duke Stannis, but at this moment, it was anchored and the sails were furled, quietly berthed in the port of King's Landing.

Earl Monford Velaryon had told her that the current captain of the Fury was the commander of the Third Royal Fleet, Davos Seaworth, who fought for the Iron Throne and Miss Shireen.

Brienne looked to the left again. Dozens of warships were also docked in the berths by the sea. The flags on the first three warships were not clear, only a silver color and a few small golden spots could be vaguely distinguished.

But she already knew that they were the warships of Earl Sunglass of Gulltown, the Piety, the Prayer, and the Dedication.

The Dragonstone fleet had all gathered in King's Landing. How would Lord Renly cross the river?

Brienne couldn't help but worry about the man she admired.

At this moment, she should have been at Storm's End, guarding Lord Renly's safety, silently watching his back and every smile.

Even if she had to endure everyone's ridicule or pity for this, Brienne would have been willing.

Her height of over six feet and rough appearance had tormented her life.

People secretly called her "Beauty," but she knew they didn't even treat her as a woman. It was just a malicious nickname.

"Beauty" Brienne understood her situation very early on.

She didn't dare to dress like a noble lady, which would only make people laugh louder, but her efforts to arm herself as a warrior were also not respected. People then remembered that she was a woman.

Her father tried his best to arrange three marriage contracts for her.

But they were undoubtedly only for the territory and wealth of House Tarth. Not to mention love, they were unwilling to give her even a little respect.

After she won the trial by combat, breaking the collarbone and two ribs of her third fiancé, Ser Humfrey, sixty-five years old, her father never mentioned the word "marriage" again.

Brienne couldn't imagine who she would spend her life with, who she would laugh for, who she would miss, and how she would leave the world.

Fortunately, Lord Renly visited Tarth during his coming-of-age tour. His smile was not false or sarcastic, his words were gentle and sincere, his eyes had a clean light, he was unlike anyone else.

After her father sent her to Storm's End, Brienne gradually found the meaning of life.

Gods bless, as long as she could protect Lord Renly with swords, laugh for his smile, and die for protection and duty, it would surely be a happy and correct life.

But now.

Everything had become a bubble.

Under the shadow, Brienne silently looked up at the "Pride of Driftmark" in front of her.

Two weeks ago, it was the one that led forty warships to besiege Duskendale. Tarth, isolated overseas, was unable to resist and had no support. Her father could only yield and send her to Velaryon's fleet.

In the salty sea breeze and on the rushing warships, Brienne had to recognize reality.

Not only could she no longer stay by Lord Renly's side to serve, but even her father and House Tarth would be forced to remain neutral, or even join the Iron Throne.

Although the allegiance of Tarth's power did not affect the overall situation, it was indeed detrimental to Lord Renly.

And if Earl Monford's boasting was even one-tenth true, the power of the Iron Throne was absolutely beyond the imagination of the world, even comparable to an army of one hundred thousand.

King Joffrey, the heroic monarch in Earl Monford Velaryon's mouth, the hero king who saved the world from the long night, the messenger of the gospel favored by the gods, how much of this was true?

If, unfortunately, the Iron Throne eventually won, how would he treat Tarth, how would he treat Lord Renly?

The mist was too wide and too thick, and Brienne was at a loss.

Earl Monford approached and reminded, "Miss Brienne, please. King's Landing is different now. I hope you like it."

I am Brienne of Tarth, a warrior, my own knight, and definitely not a miss. But Brienne was too lazy to argue anymore, "I hope so."

The group rode forward, unimpeded under the seahorse sigil, until they reached the Mud Gate outside.

The smile on Brienne's face was undisguised, "It really is different. Even the dignified Earl Velaryon has to dismount obediently and be checked by the gold cloaks."

Earl Monford smiled faintly, "For His Majesty's grand plan, this little trouble is not worth mentioning."

Since he was granted divine grace on Dragonstone, he also knew a lot about King's Landing on the Narrow Sea. The sacred coronation, the will of the gods, the cleansing of the holy land and holy city, the meticulous screening.

The divine grace light curtain, what a great miracle.

To this day, Earl Monford was even more determined in his choice. His Majesty, who possessed such divine power, would surely seize eternal victory, and his subjects would be stained with glory and brilliance.

"Name? Age?" Gendry looked at the person suspiciously, and added, "Gender?"

Although it happened often, Brienne couldn't help but be a little angry, "Brienne Tarth, nineteen years old. Also, I am a woman, a woman, look carefully."

Gendry nodded awkwardly, and asked a few more questions according to the procedure, using the "voter registration" in his hand to record Brienne's image. After the voter registration sent a "permission to pass" signal, he ended the city entry registration.

Beyond the city gate, the scene inside the city had not changed much.

Brienne remained calm on the surface, but she was very surprised by the black and shiny sphere in the gold cloak's hand. It seemed to be made of dragon glass, and its function seemed to be very important.

What use could a dragon glass ball have?

Earl Monford leaned over and introduced proudly, "Don't underestimate this dragon glass ball. Divine grace has endowed it with wonderful power, allowing it to record people's appearance and information. From now on, just use similar devices to check, and everything will be clearly visible."

Brienne was silent. The gold cloak seemed to have discovered something from Monford just now, and released him directly after exchanging the blessing "Eternal Light."

Because of that invisible divine grace?

After entering the city, the team drove straight to the Red Keep.

The further east they went, the more serious the pedestrians on the road became, the more empty the middle of the road became, and the more soldiers with swords and armor there were.

In a riding journey of more than ten minutes, Brienne encountered five inspections at various intersections, all with the black and shiny dragon glass ball as the protagonist.

Even the taverns and bakeries on the roadside had soldiers holding dragon glass balls on duty.

Earl Monford proudly looked like he was looking at his own achievements, "Escape divine grace? No travel, no buying bread and wine, and there are routine searches. The glory of the gods will be spread throughout the city!"

Brienne's premonition was getting worse and worse. Now it seemed that Earl Monford's boasting was not all false.

A knight walked out of the Red Keep, "His Majesty summons you."

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