Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 119 Visenya

"Sansa, you will be the queen of the world."

Joffrey's expression was firm and calm, as if stating an undeniable fact.

"The gods have bestowed grace and divine will. I must share the glory of the gods with all ignorant souls, cleanse the turbid world, establish a kingdom of heaven on earth, and bestow grace upon all people."

"The day of universal light is not far away."

"Humanity will become one. One nation, one true God, one king."

The voice echoed powerfully in the wide hall.

He wants to conquer the world.

What a magnificent declaration. Sansa had to recognize reality. Her prince was already a king, a king and messenger chosen by God.

Kings and princes are different. Even Sansa understood this.

"Sansa, people all over the world are our subjects. We have a heavy responsibility to maintain peace and eliminate unnecessary disasters."

Joffrey looked at the sky outside the window.

The sky outside the window was very clear, with a few white clouds dotting the azure curtain, and faint flocks of birds flying from a distance, nothing else.

But Sansa seemed to see countless chaotic scenes in his eyes.

"Do you see them? They are wailing, crying, and falling into the quagmire of war and hatred. How can we turn a blind eye to their continued infighting for our own selfish reasons?"

Joffrey shook his head and sighed, his face full of regret and pity.

Sansa was completely at a loss.

Wasn't she here to defend love? Why did she suddenly start talking about such terrible topics? And what do Daenerys and these have to do with each other?

"You are the queen of the world." Joffrey looked into Sansa's eyes.

"For the sake of the people of the world, think carefully, why must I deal with Daenerys in this way? If I don't do this, how much harm will it cause, and how many people will lose their parents and children?"

Joffrey gently stroked Sansa's shoulders, his eyes full of encouragement and expectation, "Think carefully, what is the answer?"

Sansa almost forgot her previous sadness.

Compared with the king's thoughts and ambitions, her own worries and dreams seemed to have become childish ideas of a little girl.

Life, death, and conquest.

Sansa suddenly realized that there was a war going on in the Seven Kingdoms. In places she couldn't see, people were suffering unimaginable hardships.

What is the answer?

I will be the queen of the world.

Sansa tried to put herself in the role of queen and think with a compassionate heart.

Daenerys.

Sansa thought of the name again, but this time she didn't treat her as a rival for favor, but to see what impact she could have on the Seven Kingdoms and the world.

Daenerys Targaryen.

Thinking of the whispers of the Red Keep servants, Sansa hesitated and spoke.

"Because of her special bloodline and identity, allowing her to submit to the Iron Throne can appease those who miss the Targaryens and prevent them from participating in the rebellion, thereby saving more lives?"

Joffrey nodded in approval, "What else?"

Sansa bit her lip and thought for a long time, thinking about all the special things about Daenerys, but she still couldn't think of any more answers.

Before today, she had never considered such serious matters.

So I'm not a good queen yet.

Sansa shook her head in disappointment, then looked at Joffrey, expecting his answer with her eyes, an answer not for love, but for the kingdom and its people.

That's all she hoped for.

As long as the love and marriage contract remain pure and solid.

Daenerys. To become the queen of the world, perhaps this is the sacrifice that must be made, to endure some people and things you don't like.

Just like her mother, even though she didn't like Jon that her father brought back, she still took care of Jon as he grew up.

Family, responsibility, honor.

Sansa seemed to understand her mother's feelings.

Joffrey did not directly say his answer, but took Sansa to a small room next to him.

The furnishings here were very new, without swords or armor, decorated with colors and patterns that only girls would like, and three huge dragon eggs were placed on the bedside.

Sansa quickly understood that this was Daenerys's residence.

Joffrey held up a jet-black dragon egg, "Sansa, do you remember it? Touch it again."

The prince had shown her these dragon eggs in Winterfell. At that time, their scales felt comfortable to the touch, but they were still as cold as stone.

Dragon eggs, Daenerys.

Sansa widened her eyes slightly, as if she had thought of something. Then, she reached out and touched the dragon egg.

"It's so warm, there must be new life gestating inside." Jeyne Poole's hands cherished and caressed the white dragon egg, marveling in surprise.

Only then did Sansa pay attention to her best friend again. Where was Jeyne just now? Did she go out?

"They are indeed alive." Joffrey held Sansa's hand, "At the right time, Daenerys can bring us three young dragons."

"They will grow strong, until they rival the three giant dragons of Aegon the Conqueror, so that the Seven Kingdoms will remember the past glory and power, so that the Iron Throne will once again have the inheritance of dragons, and unite the hearts of hundreds of millions of people."

Sansa knew this was another answer.

Three giant dragons. Compared to Daenerys's invisible and intangible identity, this is more real power and a clearer future.

But with the grace of the gods, is the power of dragons still necessary?

"Across the Narrow Sea, there are still Blackfyres watching."

Sansa was stunned for a moment, Blackfyre. She thought about it carefully and remembered that this was the family established by Daemon Blackfyre, the noble bastard of the Targaryens.

"The descendants of Blackfyre impersonated Young Aegon, the son of Rhaegar Targaryen, and attempted to capture the Seven Kingdoms."

Joffrey put down the dragon egg, "The flames of war have already spread in the Seven Kingdoms, and Blackfyre will not let go of this opportunity. By then, I don't know how many more people will lose their homes, loved ones, and lives."

Sansa tried hard to put herself in the perspective of the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, and seemed to start worrying about the future turmoil.

"Not only that." Joffrey cupped Sansa's cheeks.

An unspeakable force surged into her mind, and Sansa saw endless legions of the dead standing in the ice and snow, countless ice dragons flying out of the pale moon, and fire dragons in the sky being submerged by the ice and cold.

Gods above, what kind of monster is this?

"The gods bestow grace, but our enemies are not just mortals. What we have to stop is the apocalypse and the evil god."

Joffrey stared into Sansa's eyes.

"Sansa, my queen. For the sake of the world, and for our own sake, we must unite all forces that can be united, try our best to resolve conflicts, save every life, and accumulate every bit of strength to resist the final cold."

"Aegon the Conqueror did not achieve his achievements alone. His beloved wife, Queen Visenya, was the dragon king's most important wing. Together, they created the Seven Kingdoms and protected tens of millions of people."

"Sansa, are you willing to be my Visenya?"

Jeyne Poole whispered in surprise, the short tone was like a dream, as if witnessing a legend about to be born.

Sansa smelled a wonderful romantic atmosphere. Not just love, but an epic poem.

She finally became intoxicated in her fiancé's eyes.

"I do."

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