Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 118: Sansa's Worries

That night, Daenerys moved into the King's chambers.

The King didn't intend to hide it, so the news quickly spread throughout the Red Keep, and by the next morning, it had reached the ears of the King's betrothed, Sansa Stark.

The elegant bedroom was quiet.

Sansa lowered her head, continuing to work on the embroidery in her lap, but the needle in her hand trembled uncontrollably, revealing the turmoil in her heart.

The maid who brought the news waited to the side.

Jeyne Poole quickly signaled the maid to leave, leaving only her and Sansa in the room.

Jeyne gently sat down beside Sansa.

"She is a sinner of Targaryen blood, and now she is just a servant attending to His Majesty. It doesn't mean anything, it doesn't decide anything."

Sansa stopped her handiwork, staring blankly at the pattern on the embroidery.

She was embroidering her direwolf "Lady" and Joffrey's mount, a white stag.

They were playing in a lush green forest, next to a lake of blue water, a hint of an iceberg, and a scarlet castle.

Only half of the ancient poem in the blank space had been embroidered.

The second half was a beautiful love story, a sincere and passionate confession.

This embroidery was a gift she was going to give to her fiancé, so that every time he saw this picture, he would know her heart.

It wasn't finished yet.

She wanted to continue, but her hands were too weak to exert any strength.

Jeyne Poole gently took her hand and removed the trembling needle to avoid piercing her delicate skin and causing unnecessary pain.

"Sansa, are you alright?" Jeyne's voice was full of concern.

Sansa nodded, then shook her head.

She only felt a chaos in her brain, as if she had thought of many, many things, yet it seemed like she hadn't thought of anything, just blankly dazed.

Daenerys.

Sansa managed to focus her thoughts on this name.

Daenerys.

Sansa thought mournfully of that delicate and beautiful face.

It was indeed true, this woman had indeed brought disaster, bewitching my prince. Is this the curse and revenge of the Targaryen family?

It's been a whole night. What did she and my prince do?

I am the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

Sansa also thought of that Hanna. This woman also often entered the King's chambers, and there were vague rumors in the Red Keep about Hanna and the King. Could this also be true?

A strange pang and sorrow swept in from the depths of her heart, and Sansa felt something breaking.

That was the pure illusion, wasn't it.

Sansa recalled the Winterfell banquet, that cold night.

Ice and snow covered the earth, like glittering petals, like a white carpet, celebrating the birth of a beautiful love.

The prince kissed her lips passionately.

He used fierce fire to dispel the chill of the night, used flesh and blood to bring intense joy, and used his arms and chest to declare her belonging.

At that time, Sansa's past dreams and prayers all came true.

She would marry a handsome prince, live in a magnificent court, become the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, be supported by thousands of people, and become the idol and desire of countless young girls.

She would give birth to lovely little princes and princesses and raise them to adulthood.

They would rule the country, lead troops in battle, govern their fiefdoms, save the people, drive out evil, and promote justice.

They would learn all her skills, even surpassing her, their mother, marry their beloved, and live a carefree life with the most beautiful family.

Sansa looked towards the dressing table.

Jeyne Poole followed her gaze and immediately understood Sansa's meaning.

Jeyne walked over and brought out the crown made of winter roses from the cabinet. It was still in full bloom, as bright as ever, with clusters of flowers.

Looking at the azure and translucent crown, Sansa couldn't help but immerse herself in the memories of her farewell to Winterfell.

In the white light of the morning, Jeyne and Beth chirped about the preparations for the trip, like two happy little birds.

Sansa felt a little reluctant.

Little Beth stayed in Winterfell and couldn't go south with everyone. This meant that she and Beth wouldn't see each other for a long time.

And Winterfell.

The Red Keep and Winterfell were too far apart, the journey was difficult, and after marrying Prince Joffrey, she would probably only be able to return to Winterfell once every few years, and even longer after a few more years.

Jeyne and Beth reached a consensus and chose a silver leather robe for Sansa, embroidered with dense, restrained patterns.

Sansa accepted the advice of her two good friends.

After changing her clothes, they walked out of the room and headed towards Winterfell's east gate.

The reluctance and sadness in Sansa's heart gradually faded, replaced by curiosity and anticipation for the prince's gift.

What would the gift be?

Sansa guessed many things. A dress, a bouquet of flowers, a love poem, a ring.

She looked forward to surprises, but didn't have too many expectations.

And the gift she finally received completely exceeded her expectations, a crown, a wreath made of winter roses. What a romantic gift.

The prince even called her the Queen of Love and Beauty, and confessed his love to her passionately.

It was simply a dream.

Amidst the praise of the crowd and the envy of her female companions, Sansa fell into intoxication.

Afterwards, the crown showed no signs of withering at all. Throughout the journey south, it was as delicate and vibrant as it had been at the beginning.

Sansa seemed to see a legend a hundred years later.

The prince made a crown of winter roses that would never fade, and dedicated it to the Queen of Love and Beauty in his heart. Throughout their lives, their marriage was like the crown, never fading, as beautiful as ever.

But now, had the happy marriage ended before it even began?

Would Daenerys steal my future?

Sansa stood up.

Her body was still a little weak and powerless, and she called out to her best friend, "Jeyne, help me over there, I really can't pretend nothing happened."

She murmured痴痴地, "Could it be that everything in the past was just a lie? I don't believe it. I don't believe it..."

Jeyne Poole could only hold her arm.

Inside the bedchamber.

Joffrey was reviewing the reports, with Daenerys and Viserys and others attending.

Sansa came in from outside the door, looking mournful.

Joffrey dismissed the others, looked at Jeyne Poole, and together they helped Sansa onto his couch.

"What's wrong? Your face is so pale. Have you seen the maester?" Joffrey asked with concern, as if he really didn't know the reason.

Looking at the prince's calm and natural eyes, Sansa almost thought she was worrying for no reason.

But the Daenerys she had just seen couldn't be fake, could she?

Sansa poured out the worries in her heart, expressing her fears, her resentment towards Daenerys, and her longing and doubts about love and marriage.

Joffrey sighed, "Sansa, how could you doubt the sincere love between us? Even doubt the sacred marriage contract?"

Jeyne also comforted, "His Majesty must have serious considerations."

Joffrey said seriously, "For the sake of world peace, for the sake of human harmony, I have to put aside personal preferences and honor and endure Daenerys, and even more others."

Sansa was confused.

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