Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 220: Reunion on the Ninth of September

September 9th.

Shield Islands, Oakenshield Island, Hewitt Town, light breeze, sunny.

A calm and peaceful day.

But only for ordinary families.

Those with slightly better information and a slightly cleverer mind understood that today was not peaceful.

One could tell by looking at the harbor.

Although Hewitt Town was nestled deep within the bay, and the harbor was calm, making it a preferred stop for passing merchant ships, today, the number of ships docked far exceeded the usual scale.

Moreover, looking around, the masts were covered in dignified and glorious noble flags.

The royal stag and golden lion, the Tyrell's golden rose, two of them, the Blacktyde's purple lightning, the Faith Militant's red six-pointed star, the Massey's red, green, and blue triple helix…

Most were noble sigils rarely seen on ordinary days, which already spoke to an astonishing fact: Highgarden and the Iron Throne had reunited!

There were also more familiar and common flags.

The oak shield of Oakenshield Island, the white rose on red of Southshield Island, the golden shield and green hand of Greenshield Island, the longship on grey shield of Greyshield Island, all four major families of the Shield Islands were present.

Highgarden and the Iron Throne had come to the Shield Islands together.

What would happen?

People couldn't help but look towards the castle in the center of town from afar. But all they saw were thick stone walls, concealing everything within.

And beyond the sight of the people.

The small but sturdy castle was bustling with activity, the banquet was ready, and servants were waiting behind rows of empty seats in the hall.

As the bastard daughter of the Earl, Falia Flowers also stood behind an empty seat.

The servants cast subtle, mocking glances at her.

The eighteen-year-old girl had a bright smile on her face, but her heart was full of resentment. In the end, nothing could be changed.

The banquet opened in an orderly fashion.

The steward of the Hewitt family stood by the hall door, personally announcing the guests:

"Earl Humphrey Hewitt of Oakenshield Island!"

As the owner of the castle, Earl Humphrey Hewitt was the first to appear, both out of courtesy and the unique privilege of the host.

He walked into the hall with a smile on his face.

The servants bowed in unison and greeted, "Good day, Earl!"

Falia Flowers was only willing to open her mouth to pretend, not uttering a single sound, even if she would be severely punished by her vicious stepmother if discovered.

Fortunately or unfortunately, she received no attention.

Her indifferent father sat in his usual seat on the high platform, only shifting his position to no longer occupy the very center.

Her stepmother and legitimate siblings sat at the table, behaving with rare modesty and politeness.

Her stepmother even smiled and nodded at her.

But Falia Flowers would not be deceived by this pretense.

It was her stepmother and these legitimate sisters who forced her to serve dishes and pour wine, clean up dirt, do servants' work in the castle, and even eat with the servants. They wouldn't let her off even today!

The steward's voice continued: "Earl Osbert Serry of Southshield Island!"

Falia was much more willing to salute this time.

When she looked up, she saw the gentle, almost weak face of Earl Osbert Serry. But her gaze was focused only on Ser Talbot Serry behind Earl Serry.

One day, the brave and strong Talbot Serry would replace his cowardly father and sit on the seat of Earl of Southshield Island.

Unfortunately, he already had a wife.

Thinking of this, Falia couldn't help but glare angrily at the "good sister" at the table.

Talbot Serry sat next to the "good sister." The two smiled disgustingly, making her want to vomit on the spot, and her affection for the man instantly vanished.

After that, the Chester family of Greenshield Island and the Grimm family of Greyshield Island entered.

Next was the main event. Like everyone else present, Falia looked expectantly towards the door of the hall, waiting for the distinguished guests who were about to appear.

"Friar Thoros of the Faith Militant!"

A fat monk in a red robe walked into the hall with a smile.

Falia bowed again to wish him well, but curiously pondered the monk's title. The Faith Militant was the new name of the church, but what was a missionary? A bishop, priest, or monk?

"Ser Justin Massey, Master-at-Arms of the Shield Islands Fleet under the Royal Fleet and Liaison Officer, Kingsguard!"

A tall man stepped onto the blue and white diagonally patterned carpet. He had blue eyes and flaxen, pale blonde hair, with a composed smile on his pink cheeks.

Falia tried her best to lower her head to hide her shock.

The Shield Islands Fleet had been incorporated into the Royal Fleet? And her father and the other earls had no reaction at all?!

When did this happen!?

"Ser Garlan Tyrell, Castellan of Brightwater Keep, Shield Islands Fleet!"

Garlan!

Falia's gaze instantly became extremely fervent. She had finally waited for the name she had been longing for.

She rudely raised her head and looked straight at the handsome knight, pleading for his slightest response with a passionate gaze.

"The Gallant" Garlan noticed her.

But how could he be in the mood to flirt with a bastard daughter right now?

Garlan Tyrell looked straight ahead, strode onto the high platform, sat on the other side of Earl Hewitt, and politely greeted everyone.

Falia's gaze instantly dimmed.

Did those words back then no longer count? It was clearly a rare reunion blessed by the gods, so why was he so indifferent?

Garlan, don't you remember?

How in sync were we during that dance? Am I no longer the "lovely lady," the "pearl of the Shield Islands"?

"Lord Beric Dondarrion, Castellan of Black Harbor, temporary commander of the Ninth Regiment of the Guard!"

Falia bowed mechanically.

The man sat in front of her, letting his golden-red hair fall.

She heard Earl Beric say: "In the name of the King, Earl Hewitt and everyone's sincere support will not be forgotten in the slightest. Today we gather here to uphold justice, unite the country, and the Shield Islands will surely become more prosperous and stable."

"Long live King Joffrey!" Everyone chanted in unison.

Her father finally spoke: "Everyone, to celebrate peace, for the rebirth of the Shield Islands, for the grace of His Majesty, let the feast begin!"

"Long live the Shield Islands! Long live His Majesty!"

The banquet officially began.

A servant rudely shoved a pot of red wine to Falia, and she could only concentrate on serving Lord Beric Dondarrion with the wine pot. No one cared about her feelings.

Countless laughter filled the hall.

The wine produced on Arbor Island exuded a rich aroma, and beef, mutton, chicken, duck, and various seafood were processed into various cooking forms, making unique dishes.

The ladies were all wearing exquisite wool and gorgeous velvet, with many jewels, elegant and noble.

The men were either wearing family finery, armor, or clothing with special meanings. Most were engraved and depicted with inherited heraldry.

The women whispered and giggled to each other.

The men shouted loudly, gave generous speeches, eagerly connected their feelings, and decided on important matters while talking and laughing.

Falia noticed that "the Gallant" Garlan responded to the banquet with courtesy and restraint, but rarely laughed heartily.

Earl Beric in front of her was calm and composed.

Oh, no, castellan.

But Beric Dondarrion was only superficially calm.

He knew the specialness of today.

September 9th.

Coincidentally, the kraken Euron was about to strike, and the Royal Fleet was only half a day late.

Reunion of old friends.

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