Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

“Indeed sweet.”

Joffrey scooped up a handful of spring water, taking only a small sip.

“Haha, human king, you’ve been tricked! I wasn’t pointing the way for you; this spring water is our flower fairies' favorite.”

Margaery lay down on the stone edge of the fountain, stirring the surface of the pool with both hands, cool spring water in her mouth, her throat moving from time to time, the silk clothes on her chest stretched taut, revealing enchanting curves.

Splash, splash~

Streams of water fell from above, striking the rippling surface, striking the girl's delicate skin, striking the small pool in her mouth, splashing out droplets of water.

It seemed Margaery was having a lot of fun.

Joffrey quietly admired the beautiful scene, not wanting to interrupt.

Highgarden Rose.

The clever and intelligent “Highgarden Rose,” Margaery Tyrell, had already fallen in love with the king at first sight, so much so that she didn't hide her true nature?

Joffrey didn't dare to be so proud.

But at least, the beauty was real. That was enough; why bother caring about the right and wrong, the truth and falsehood of other things?

Moreover, he had ample confidence to protect all that was his. In front of him, people would only present their most beautiful and purest sides.

Judge by actions, not intentions.

Just enjoy it; why get tangled up in unnecessary human hearts and natures, only to increase troubles?

Thus.

Joffrey sat down next to the girl, his gaze adoring, his actions affectionate, showing no estrangement or unfamiliarity.

The two were like a couple deeply in love.

Before the fountain completely soaked her clothes, Margaery spat out the spring water in her mouth and sat up.

“Ah, I’ve had enough, I’ve had enough.”

She rubbed her belly with both hands, panting from her mouth, her clothes half-transparent, her hair messy.

Joffrey gently combed the girl's hair.

Margaery raised her head, her big eyes staring straight at him, captivating.

The two moved closer and closer.

Close enough to feel each other's breath, Margaery closed her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering, “Your Majesty…”

Joffrey suddenly sat up straight.

“Flower fairy, please have some self-respect. Humans and fairies cannot love each other, especially since you are the tiniest of the flower spirits.”

Margaery was first surprised, then exaggeratedly widened her eyes, angry and cute.

“Hmph! You’re just joking with me. Fine, now I'm not a flower fairy anymore, I'm a human girl, Margaery, is that okay?”

Joffrey smiled and nodded, “Of course, my charming queen.”

The two moved closer again.

But Joffrey sighed again, giving up halfway.

Margaery was so angry that she clenched her small fist and punched him twice, “You’re such a bad egg! What's it for this time?”

Joffrey spread his hands, looking helpless.

“I can't help it, seeing your pure face at such a close distance makes it difficult to have naked lust; I just want to quietly admire it.”

“Hmph, excuses,” Margaery said娇嗔.

“I think we need more closeness and understanding. If you want me to kiss you now, unless…” Joffrey chuckled.

“Call me 'brother'.”

Margaery looked shy, “Wouldn't that be bad? You're three years younger than me.”

“Is that so!” Joffrey forcefully pulled her into his arms, “Feel it carefully; besides age, which part of me is small?”

Margaery rested her head against his chest, murmuring softly.

Joffrey moved his hands restlessly, pretending to be puzzled, “What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly, say it again, louder.”

Margaery's lips touched his ear, “Can you hear it now, brother~”

“Good sister.”

Joffrey contentedly cupped her cheeks, leaned down, and bestowed a passionate kiss…

After that.

The huge maze became a small world for the two of them, letting them play and frolic everywhere, running and chasing, with no one to disturb them.

It took a long time to reach the exit of the maze.

The white horse carried the lovers slowly forward, arriving outside the gate of the second city wall.

“Greetings, Your Majesty! Good day, Queen!”

Guards wearing six-pointed stars or golden rose uniforms respectfully made way, not daring to hesitate.

Clop, clop, clop.

The white horse walked straight into the city gate, its pure white tail swaying as it pleased, sliding past the guards, brushing their armor.

The sound of hooves gradually softened.

The guards then stood up again, looking far into the distance at the king's back.

Most of the guards wearing golden roses couldn't help but touch the back of their necks, feeling a flat surface, not painful, but still feeling uneasy.

After all.

Inside their necks was not flesh and blood, but mysterious dragon crystals.

The clear light and shadow in front of them could not be an illusion, but a gift from the king.

Clop, clop, clop.

The sound of hooves was steady and rhythmic, neither light nor heavy, as if it were the beat of accompanying music, adding to the fun of the tour.

The scenery after the second city wall was even more abundant.

Greenery abounded, flowers bloomed everywhere, gardens, fountains, man-made waterfalls, stone sculptures, and marble colonnades were everywhere, the walls and sculptures decorated with grapes, roses, and vines, the natural and human landscapes perfectly integrated.

Today, it was especially quiet.

Margaery couldn't help but ask curiously, “There are so few people; where have they all gone?”

While Joffrey played hide-and-seek with the girl's nimble little hands, he casually replied, “Where else could they go? They've all gone to receive God's grace; it's a good thing; the future of the Seven Kingdoms depends on it.”

Margaery nodded in confusion, “Loras and the others mentioned it; it seems very powerful.”

Ha, caught you! Joffrey's left hand grabbed the girl's wrist and brought it to his mouth for a greedy and gentle bite.

“Good sister, do you want it too?” Joffrey asked teasingly.

Margaery gave up struggling, pretending to sigh helplessly, “Even if people want it, if brother doesn't give it, what can sister do?”

“How could I not give it?” Joffrey smiled faintly.

“As long as sister offers a sweet kiss, brother will not only give it but also give an even better and more powerful God's grace.”

“You have to keep your word.” Margaery's cheeks were slightly red as she turned and lightly touched his lips.

Joffrey shook his head, “You're cheating.”

“However,” Joffrey lowered his head, his nose directly touching the girl's smooth back of her neck, “I'll spare you this time.”

He kissed the skin on the girl's neck, close to her spine.

“Hiss~” Margaery uncontrollably raised her neck, her body tense, her complexion pink, as if an electric current had pierced through her whole body.

The lips that brought all this withdrew from the back of her neck, the current disappeared, making her feel inexplicably lost.

But soon, Margaery exclaimed excitedly.

“Wow~ How amazing!”

“I saw a lot, no, I didn't see it; it's more like I dreamed it. What is this?”

Joffrey explained, “This is all the information in the God's grace network, the common home of those favored by God's grace, our domain. Good sister, be careful when using it; don't be controlled by this power.”

Margaery nodded excitedly, not knowing how much she had taken in.

Joffrey looked at the sky.

“It's getting late.” He turned his horse around.

“I originally wanted to visit Highgarden's Sept and Godswood again, but it seems I'll have to wait until next time.”

Margaery lay quietly in his arms.

Joffrey said softly, “After tonight, we who have signed the alliance will be a true family.”

Otherwise, let's call it the 'Highgarden Treaty.'

With a flick of the reins, the white horse headed towards the top of the hill…

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