Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 87: The Feast at Storm's End

“Long live King Renly the First!” The people at the banquet raised their glasses again, offering loud congratulations.

“To victory!” King Renly, wearing a golden stag crown, raised his golden cup and drank it in one gulp, then encouraged everyone with his eyes and smile, just like Duke Robert in his youth.

Many lords and knights could still recall the spirited days of the past.

Duke Robert won three victories in a single day at Summerhall. His sincere laughter and embrace won over the vassals of the Stormlands, ultimately overthrowing the Mad King and establishing the Baratheon stag dynasty.

Now, the liege lord of the Stormlands, Robert's only surviving brother, Renly Baratheon, had also been formally crowned and anointed as the King of the Seven Kingdoms.

Everyone poured the wine in their hands into their mouths, not leaving a single drop.

“To victory!”

The atmosphere of the banquet became even more lively.

King Renly watched quietly from the high platform, seemingly satisfied with everything.

The spacious hall of Storm's End was large enough to accommodate all the guests. Jesters and clowns were performing diligently in the middle, musicians and singers upstairs were constantly providing accompaniment for the banquet, and countless maids and servants were carrying dishes and fine wine through the seats.

Everyone was laughing, for His Majesty Renly, for the banquet, and for victory.

Beside him, Lord Eldon Estermont raised a toast to His Majesty Renly, “Congratulations, Your Majesty. Your marriage to Miss Margaery will be the strongest bond of the alliance. If the Lannisters know what's good for them, they should retreat to their stone castles in the Westerlands as soon as possible and obediently give up the Iron Throne.”

Renly nodded and smiled.

The Lord of Greenstone had brought eight hundred soldiers when he crossed the sea from Estermont, which was not many, but his deceased mother was his sister, so he couldn't be neglected in terms of reason or emotion.

“I don't think the Lannisters will give up so easily.” Lord Bryce Caron retorted.

Renly and the lords on the high platform all looked at the Lord of Nightsong.

The Caron family was powerful and proud, with their territory located on the Dornish Marches bordering Dorne. Their family was martial and good at fighting.

This time, Lord Bryce Caron brought two hundred knights, and two thousand cavalry and three thousand infantry in his territory were gathering and would arrive at Storm's End in early August.

“We still need to fight a few fierce battles to teach these arrogant lions a lesson before they will submit!” Lord Caron waved his fist.

At least at this banquet, King Joffrey on the Iron Throne could only be a Lannister lion.

What the truth was? No one was sure, and not many people cared.

Just listen to the call of the liege lord.

Lord Arstan Selmy suggested, “Your Majesty, perhaps there is no need to rush to shed blood. As everyone knows, half of King's Landing's bread comes from the Reach. As long as Duke Tyrell takes action, the starving people will overthrow the false king faster than our army.”

Renly looked at him with approval, “That's a good idea. For Margaery's sake, I believe Lady Olenna and Lord Mace will not refuse.”

Ser Cortnay Penrose, who was devoted to his duties, was not so optimistic, “The Riverlands in the north are also rich in resources, and it should not be a problem to supply King's Landing for a period of time. I am afraid that this method will be difficult to work.”

“That's now.” Lord Caron lowered his voice a little, “What if the number of mouths to feed in King's Landing doubled?”

People widened their eyes, what did he mean?

Lord Caron continued, “Send some shrewd people to sneak into the Crownlands, and carefully persuade the farmers in the villages and towns to flood into King's Landing. By then…”

Hearing this, some people were still ignorant, some saw the trick, some were contemptuous, and some were eager to try.

This may be the first drop of blood in the war.

Renly sighed slightly, “You can handle it.”

“I will definitely live up to Your Majesty's expectations.” Lord Caron excitedly accepted the order. This was a good job.

Several lords immediately looked straight at Lord Caron until Lord Caron nodded to them one by one before smiling and withdrawing their gazes.

At this time, a servant presented a golden and bright roasted suckling pig, and the aroma of fat instantly filled the entire high platform.

His Majesty Renly raised a knife and fork, pierced the crispy skin, and cut off a piece of steaming meat, “Who else has any suggestions? As long as you speak up, this first bite will be rewarded to him.”

In the next moment, several people spoke at the same time.

“The Riverlands and the Vale are worth fighting for. Joffrey is not the true king, and Stark may also abandon the darkness and turn to the light.”

“The Iron Islands' Greyjoy will definitely not be peaceful. Let them harass the Westerlands and the North, and turn Lannisport into ruins. Even Tywin will find it difficult to bear.”

“Mercenary groups from Essos can be recruited.”

“Seek support from the Iron Bank of Braavos and repay the debt with gold from the Westerlands in the future. It will definitely be enough!”

“Dorne hates the Lannisters extremely.”

“……”

Renly nodded with a smile. Some of the suggestions had already been implemented, while others were inappropriate.

Regardless of the effect, being willing to speak was to be one of his own.

So he cut off many more pieces of roast meat and rewarded them to everyone who spoke, and there was a burst of laughter at the banquet.

“Your Majesty, shouldn't we be more cautious?”

Ser Donnel Swyft, who had been silent, hesitated to speak, “The news coming back from King's Landing recently has changed a lot, giants at the coronation, divine grace, and so on. These, can't be true, right?”

Everyone immediately slapped the table and laughed.

“How can you believe such words? Donnel, you're really joking!”

“These are just tricks that children can think of, how dare you report them to His Majesty?”

Renly glanced at Ser Swyft.

This was the heir of Lord Gulian Swyft, who was ill and bedridden, and behind him were three thousand soldiers.

Renly also knew that Balon Swyft had become Joffrey's Kingsguard, and the Swyft family may not be completely loyal.

Donnel Swyft smiled sheepishly, touched his head, and stopped talking.

“Who cares if it's true or false! Lords, in my opinion, victory on the battlefield is the most important thing, and everything else is trivial.” Ser Cortnay said loudly.

“The knights of the Stormlands and the Reach will crush all rebels!”

No one could question this.

Everyone looked at His Majesty Renly with expectant eyes.

Although the marriage was not yet complete, the marriage contract with Miss Margaery Tyrell was enough to prove Highgarden's sincerity, and the two sides were already unbreakable allies.

In another half month, 20,000 troops would gather in the Stormlands, and the Reach would have 60,000 troops.

At that time, King's Landing's strength would probably still be less than 10,000.

Although the Redwyne twins were being held hostage in King's Landing, causing the Redwyne fleet to dare not move, the advantage on land was already enough to determine the victory.

When to send troops?

Renly stood up from the throne. In just a few breaths, the entire hall completely quieted down.

Countless eyes looked at His Majesty the King.

His Majesty announced loudly, “Break camp on August 5th and rush to Bitterbridge before September to join the Highgarden army. At that time, we will attack King's Landing directly and achieve success in one battle!”

Everyone raised their arms and shouted, “To victory!”

A soldier entered from outside the door and whispered in His Majesty Renly's ear.

His Majesty smiled, “Everyone, enjoy the banquet, just now, the Velaryon fleet on the coast has withdrawn to the north!”

“Long live Your Majesty!”

People were even more excited. This seemed to be a congratulation specially sent by the gods.

Renly silently chewed on the second half of the news.

The Velaryon fleet took Brienne of Tarth, the only daughter of Lord Selwyn Tarth of Evenfall Hall.

Tarth Island probably won't send troops.

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