Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

The golden light of the setting sun spilled across the world.

Standing atop the castle and looking north, every scene in Redwyne Harbor was tinged with a glorious hue.

The Redwyne fleet and the Royal fleet were intimately docked together, indistinguishable from each other, only their drooping sails and flags showing the difference.

Fishermen in the bay steered their small boats towards the shore, laborers and merchants on the docks were still busy, and the low houses along the coast had already begun to emit smoke, as if calling the men home for dinner and an early rest.

To onlookers, this was undoubtedly a harmonious and beautiful picture.

And it certainly had an audience.

High above, within Redwyne City on the hillside, a young knight was leisurely admiring the beautiful scenery from the top of the tallest tower.

The girl was gazing at the young man, spellbound.

As if enchanted, she simply couldn't hide the intense feelings in her heart.

They had only met for half a day.

Could this be love at first sight, a romantic love between a maiden and a knight?

She blushed with shyness.

Fortunately, he remained gentlemanly silent beside her, offering no reaction.

She quietly calmed her emotions, and after a few breaths, couldn't help but glance at him again.

The sunlight streamed in from the west, illuminating the exquisite contours of the boy's profile.

Several arcs combined perfectly, forming an alluring shadow, a comforting shadow, a shadow she couldn't forget.

His silver hair merged with the golden light, presenting an even more brilliant and mysterious hue, as if it held all the treasures of the world.

Most breathtaking of all were his laughing, amethyst-like eyes.

When her father brought the guests to greet her, she gracefully offered proper greetings, expressing her blessings to Earl Monford Velaryon and welcoming Ser Robar Royce…

And then it was his turn.

The moment his eyes smiled at her, she felt as if she had fallen into a dream, with scenes of romance, marriage, childbirth, raising children, and peaceful slumber flashing rapidly through her mind, as if she had lived a happy and fulfilling life.

This must be a sign from the gods, she was certain.

So she lost interest in the lavish banquet, reluctantly fulfilling her obligations before leaving her seat, closely following his figure.

When he sat alone, she would approach him to strike up a conversation, hoping to increase their understanding of each other.

When he chatted with the servants or knights in the castle, she would act as an audience, encouraging her father's men to speak their minds without worry.

If he wanted to sample the food, she would carefully and meticulously introduce each dish and pastry.

Dornish-style fried eggs, creamed quail, honey cakes baked with blackberries and nuts, and the family's most prized red wine, a vintage from the cellar.

She quickly discerned his tastes.

Not the sweet and sour flavors favored by children, nor the intense spiciness craved by warriors, but the mellow, lingering aroma that he loved, without being obsessed with any extreme taste. Just like her.

She felt an even more wonderful sense of fate.

Afterward.

He walked out of the banquet hall, and she followed closely behind, clearing every obstacle in his path, eventually arriving at the top of this tower.

The sun was setting, a gentle breeze was blowing, and the two of them were enjoying the scenery beneath the sky, waiting for night to fall.

What a romantic time.

She really wanted to immediately confess her feelings, to keep him here, to accompany her every day, to be together forever.

Only her remaining shyness and restraint stopped her.

To relieve the restlessness in her heart, she could only focus on admiring his face, indulging in his silver hair and purple eyes.

Silver hair and purple eyes.

He must be Valyrian, perhaps even with Targaryen blood.

No wonder Earl Velaryon valued him so much.

Of the more than a hundred visiting guests, he was ranked third, only after the fleet commander Earl Velaryon and the commander of the Kingsguard, Ser Robar Royce.

She thought proudly.

He was also a knight, a knight with a fiefdom, having been knighted. More precious and more honorable than the knighthoods of Horas and Hobert.

Although it was nothing compared to Arbor, she believed that with his ability, coupled with the help of her father and family, he would eventually turn his knighthood into an earldom, perhaps in just a few years.

Then, I would be a Countess.

She looked at the three-headed firebird embroidered on his shoulder, sketching in her mind what the new coat of arms would look like after combining purple grapes with it.

A firebird eating grapes?

She couldn't help but laugh at this childish idea. But how should they be combined?

"Ser, what does your coat of arms mean?"

She asked softly.

Joffrey shifted his gaze from the harbor to the cheeks of Desmera Redwyne.

The youngest daughter of Earl Paxter.

"Dear Miss Desmera, do you not like the banquet?"

Joffrey, of course, asked knowingly.

The truth could not be spoken. Desmera pouted her little mouth, and asked: "What about you, Ser?"

Desmera was indeed very curious.

Although she preferred their current time alone, for a guest ranked third, leaving the banquet halfway was undoubtedly very noticeable.

When the knight got up and walked out, Desmera noticed the displeasure on her father's face, but Earl Velaryon said something to him, and her father picked up his wine glass again.

As for the moment she stepped out of the hall herself…

Desmera didn't dare look back again, and didn't dare imagine how unhappy her father would be.

To her surprise, her father didn't send anyone to urge her to return to the banquet, as if she and the knight had been forgotten, and no one came to disturb them.

Such impolite behavior, she didn't believe the knight would do it for no reason.

What was the reason?

She looked at him with eager eyes, seeking his answer.

Joffrey gazed into the girl's eyes, smiling silently, the answer was right in front of him.

It was Desmera herself.

Having personally experienced the bustling port on the island today, Joffrey more clearly felt the important position of the Redwyne family at sea.

For the captains and sailors of Arbor, for the reputation and credibility of the Redwynes, and to destroy the independent sea defense of the Reach, more solid and strict control measures needed to be taken against the Redwyne family.

This was also the reason why he used magical charm, bah, attraction on Desmera at the welcome ceremony.

Earl Paxter had only three children, two brothers had already submitted and would not and dare not oppose the royal family again, and Hobert had even sworn to become a member of the Kingsguard.

If the youngest daughter Desmera also embraced the royal family, Paxter would have no choice.

After all, they were his own children, the next generation of the Redwyne family. No matter how good the relationship between other families in the Reach, no matter how close the relatives were, could they be more important than their own children?

Joffrey not only wanted the Redwynes to stand in line, but also to be willing and take the initiative to set an example for the Reach.

The Redwyne fleet would become the sword of the southern coast!

His eyes grew hotter.

Desmera lowered her head in a panic, twirling the long hair beside her ears.

Joffrey gently held her shoulders.

"Didn't you ask me about my coat of arms? Now I will tell you."

Desmera secretly perked up her ears.

"This is the three-legged golden crow, the spirit of the sun, in charge of sunrise and sunset." The sun shines everywhere, and the light is eternal.

Desmera listened in a daze, it seemed very powerful.

"As for my name," he smiled mysteriously, "I will tell you after I have spoken with your father."

Talk to her father?

Desmera couldn't believe it, was her dream coming true?

At this moment.

The sun had completely set.

The two figures on the tower gradually merged…

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