Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

The waves roared.

The air in the Great Hall of Pyke was heavy.

More people sat at the long table than at last night's grand banquet, but all had serious expressions, silent and gloomy, fully armored, with weapons at their sides.

Some glanced around, Pike soldiers wearing the kraken sigil guarding the hall inside and out.

Some stared blankly at the Seastone Chair in the deepest part of the hall, shaped like a kraken. The throne was empty of a king, save for a light driftwood crown.

Driftwood crown.

People found it in Lord Balon's loft, but its owner had passed away.

The violently swaying drawbridge seemed to be the culprit.

Was it?

The treacherous waters near Pyke made it impossible to dock longships, and the storms and waves in the night grew more turbulent. Pike still ordered men to the nearest port to dispatch ships to search.

The result was regrettable, but not unexpected.

The sacrifice of dozens of sailors and two longships was not enough for the Drowned God to return Lord Balon from the sea.

The leader of the Iron Islands' reavers had passed away.

His body may have been swallowed by the deep sea, devoured by fish and shrimp.

But he still had a soul.

The dead do not die.

The Ironborn who are drowned are fortunate. Because of their bravery and piety, the Drowned God has chosen them, inviting them to a banquet in his watery halls.

Mermaids will fulfill any of his wishes.

The Drowned God has chosen him.

The Drowned God chose Lord Balon, summoning the king to his watery palace.

Was it?

Many people looked at the three people to the left and right of the Seastone Chair.

Lord Balon's second brother, Commander of the Iron Fleet, Victarion Greyjoy. He sat at the head of the right side, his face calm.

Lord Balon's younger brother, head of the "Drowned Men," Aeron Greyjoy. He sat beside his brother, muttering to himself, no doubt in prayer to the Drowned God.

Sitting alone on the left was Lord Balon's only daughter, captain of the Black Wind, Asha Greyjoy.

She wore high leather boots soaked in salt, woolen breeches, a short jacket, and a sleeveless, tight-fitting vest. If one didn't look at her face and her bulging breasts, she would be just like an Ironborn male warrior.

But after all, she was a woman. How could a woman rule the Iron Islands and command countless longships?

Perhaps that was why.

Many people cast doubtful glances at Asha, and some glanced at the other two.

Lord Balon fell into the sea and died, on the very night of the reaving feast, the very night he wore the crown. It was too coincidental, so coincidental that it was almost impossible not to be a conspiracy.

Who killed the king? Who committed kinslaying?

And.

Who would become the new king?

Victarion, the iron captain who owned the Iron Fleet, or Asha, who was more qualified by law?

Some people also thought of the two krakens who were not present.

"Euron Crow's Eye."

Theon, who had been in the green lands and forgotten by the Iron Islands for nearly a decade.

These two krakens were more qualified than the three krakens present, but one was constantly reaving abroad, and the other was controlled by the Iron Throne. Perhaps that was why.

Who killed Lord Balon?

An atmosphere of suspicion, calculation, alienation, and panic was gradually brewing.

Finally.

"Wet Hair" Aeron stood up from his seat.

Everyone's eyes focused on "Wet Hair," and the hall became even quieter. Only the roar of the waves remained, and no one could stop it.

"Wet Hair" Aeron opened his skinny hands.

"We come from the sea and will eventually return to the sea." He deliberately lowered his voice.

People had to concentrate their attention and listen carefully.

"The wrathful Storm God cast Balon out of the castle, killing him by the fall, and now he is feasting in the Drowned God's watery palace beneath the waves."

He looked up.

"Balon is dead! The Iron King is dead!"

Everyone lowered their heads in mourning.

"What is dead may never die, but rises again, harder and stronger!" Aeron reminded.

"King Balon, my elder brother, gave his life to restore the Old Way. Everything he had was paid for with iron price."

"He was Balon the Brave, Balon blessed by God, Balon who wore the crown twice, it was he who won back our freedom and the favor of the Drowned God! But Balon is dead..."

"We need a new Iron King to sit on the Seastone Chair and continue Balon's work!"

"Wet Hair" Aeron's voice was sonorous.

"The new king will rise again!"

"The new king will rise again!" Asha and Victarion immediately responded.

Everyone followed suit, "The new king will rise again!"

"He will rise, he will. " Aeron's voice was like the rumbling of waves.

"But who is he? Who can take over Balon's burden? Who can rule this sacred island? Is he among us?"

The priest stretched out his hands to the extreme, "Who will be our king?"

The long table was crowded, and no one spoke.

Asha kept a straight face, tossing a dagger back and forth, concealing her inner anxiety.

Only captains and chieftains were qualified to speak at the long table. Her subordinates were all soft-spoken, and even the bravest "Maiden" Cogg's words were as insignificant as dust.

Asha needed someone with more weight.

However, her father's death was completely beyond her expectations.

Time was so tight that Asha didn't have time to prepare much, only trying to win the support of her uncle and Uncle Victarion.

The question was, who would break the silence?

Asha turned her pleading gaze to her uncle at the lower end of the long table, Lord Rodrik Harlaw of Harlaw, the "Reader."

Rodrik Harlaw shook his head slightly and sighed, then nodded almost imperceptibly.

"Ser" Harras Harlaw stood up.

"Are we going to hand over the Iron Islands to the green land's young pups and kneel to the Green Lands?"

"Ser" Harras Harlaw drew the sword at his waist, the Valyrian steel sword "Nightfall". The sharp black sword stabbed down, instantly piercing the thick long table.

"Never!"

"From the day Theon Greyjoy left the Iron Islands, he was no longer a proud kraken. From the moment he knelt and served Joffrey, he was no longer a free Ironborn."

"Lord Balon's true heir, there is only one! A true warrior, an excellent captain, a believer of the Drowned God, one of our own!"

"Ser" Harras Harlaw looked at Asha on the high platform.

"I agree!"

"That's right, Theon can't be the new king."

"Lord Balon usually doted on his daughter, obviously intending to cultivate his own heir."

"Queen Asha!"

"Asha is Lord Balon's true bloodline and successor! The Old Way will be restored in her hands!"

Many captains from the Harlaw, Volmark, Stonetree, Kennings, and Myre families echoed the sentiment.

Others were not in a hurry to express their opinions, but were staring at the iron captain on the right side of the Seastone Chair.

Victarion simply looked silently at Asha.

So "Red" Ralf Stonehouse, Sawane Botley, "Limp" Ralf, Ralf Kenning, and other captains and lords also began to shout "Queen Asha."

Half of the people were shouting, and the other half were joining in. The voices in the hall gradually unified, and the gloomy atmosphere began to dissipate.

Asha suppressed the smile at the corner of her mouth.

Bang!

"Good niece, am I late?" A gentle and calm voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Everyone looked towards the opened door of the hall.

It was him!

Silence descended again.

"Crow's Eye" Euron glanced around and smiled, "Looks like it's not too late."

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