Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Lord Farman paid the price for his resistance.

His pajamas were stripped off, and he was dressed in a gorgeous outfit with red and yellow trim and a blue background embroidered with silver boats, the family's sigil.

He struggled, but his arms and legs were tied to the chair.

He wanted to curse, but a huge white radish was stuffed between his teeth, making it impossible for him to close or open his mouth, and his tongue had nowhere to move.

However, he could see and hear.

Lord Farman gradually had an ominous premonition.

At the same time.

The Ironborn in the hall laughed loudly and continued to enjoy the post-victory celebration feast.

People were drinking, shouting, pushing and shoving, boasting about how many enemies they had killed, how many heroic deeds they had done, and how many spoils they had won.

Many people had new decorations on their bodies.

Corren Humble tore a tapestry from the wall to use as a cloak, holding a steak in one hand and flinging a crab in the other.

Balon Sandry had a string of pearl agates hanging in front of his gilded Lannister breastplate, but he was lying on the table sucking on a bone, covered in grease as if he were oiling his armor and adding luster to his jewelry.

Edric Harloi was walking unsteadily towards the end of the hall with a woman under each arm, his face full of frivolous smiles, and rings on every finger.

Ordinary sailors also got rid of the hard days at sea, no longer digging out old hardtack as plates, but instead using pure silver plates to eat.

Some people were banging on the table with wine glasses, singing the heroic war songs of ancient raiders.

The atmosphere was quite lively.

The tall Yoen Farwind was an anomaly among them. A circle of seats around him were empty, and no one wanted to be close to him.

There was a saying circulating in the Iron Islands that the Farwind family were skinchangers, godless monsters who could freely transform into sea lions, walruses, and even the wolves of the ocean—spotted whales.

Yoen Farwind himself seemed to be confirming this.

His expression was indifferent and even eerie, unlike any Ironborn after a victory, and the color of his eyes kept changing between black, blue, and green, making him even less like a human.

How could a human's eyes change color?

The Ironborn secretly discussed that perhaps it was because of the Farwind family's legendary ability that King Euron had brought him along, so that he could see through the attacks of Fair Isle every time.

Of course, it might also be the five warlocks on the Silence who saw the attacks, or King Euron's other eye, or even the sea monster.

In short, the people of the Farwind family were all strange and should not be contacted.

Yoen Farwind, however, was indifferent to the gazes and whispers of his companions, just holding a golden cup and constantly drinking strong wine, without stopping, his face unchanged, as if he was drinking water to quench his thirst.

Every time he held out his empty wine glass, a fair-skinned young woman would quickly fill it for him, wearing a blue velvet dress trimmed with gilded lace.

She was one of Lord Farman's daughters.

And this was far from the end.

"It's coming, the game has just begun." Crow's Eye smiled at Lord Farman in his seat.

The Ironborn suddenly burst into a noisy uproar, with ear-piercing laughter, whistles, shouts, and teasing words ringing out at the same time.

Amidst the enthusiastic welcome, a dozen maids walked gracefully, presenting the best wine, bloody rare roast beef, stuffed duck, and barrels of fresh crabs.

All the maids were dressed in exquisite woolen cloth and gorgeous velvet.

Lord Farman's face flushed red instantly.

What maids were these! He twisted his gaze in anguish, and with just a glance, he recognized his wife, sister, and beloved daughters!

At this moment, two Ironborn dragged a man tied up with ropes and threw him onto the table in front of the high platform.

The man twisted his body, knocked over a pile of food and plates before finally kneeling up, and then unyieldingly showed his angry eyes.

Lord Farman recognized him, Gareth Clifton, his sister's husband.

"Our actors are all here, needless to say, the performance starts now." Crow's Eye clapped his hands and stood up, a wicked smile on his face.

"This one," Crow's Eye looked at the maids below, "fat lady, what's your name?"

Lord Farman could feel his sister's fear.

"Jeyne Farman, esteemed Lord," his sister replied tremblingly, her arms trying to cover the exposed skin under her clothes.

"Tsk." Crow's Eye looked displeased.

"Why can't you remember, I am the King, not a mere Lord."

The Ironborn echoed with curses.

Jeyne Farman's face turned pale, "Please forgive me, Your Majesty."

Lord Farman turned his head away, unable to bear to watch anymore.

Crow's Eye forcibly twisted his neck, "Lord, you are the most important audience, how can you not watch? Could it be that you hate these poor women so much that you want them all to die?"

A naked threat. Lord Farman had no choice but to stare ahead, his eyes blank.

Crow's Eye seemed to lose interest.

"Forget it, let's end it quickly. You," Crow's Eye pointed at Jeyne Farman, "lie on the table, strip yourself naked, and exchange it for your husband's life."

The Ironborn chuckled, and the atmosphere of the banquet instantly became more restless.

Gareth Clifton roared and shouted, "Don't do this, Jeyne! You must never submit to these scum! I would rather die!"

Crow's Eye urged indifferently, "Or do you want your nieces to perform for you? Decide quickly."

Jeyne Farman subconsciously looked back, several nieces were teary-eyed, their faces full of fear, silently begging, like kittens in a storm.

"Strip!" The Ironborn all booed.

"Hurry up and strip, what are you dawdling for! If you're any later, who will be in the mood to look at you, you fat pig!"

"If you die, nothing will be left, strip..."

Jeyne trembled all over.

Countless sounds crisscrossed in the hall of Faircastle, converging into a huge noise that was too chaotic to distinguish, only able to feel the excitement and malice contained in the noise.

If she had let the witch make a prediction for herself back then, could she have foreseen today's nightmare?

She didn't know.

Among those three little girls, Jeyne was so frightened by the witch's vicious eyes that she ran out of the tent as soon as she saw them, Melara drowned on the night of the prophecy, and Cersei is now the Queen Mother of the Seven Kingdoms.

Queen Cersei, you will avenge me, right. Yes, the Iron Throne will avenge the Farman family…

Oh~ Ho~

The Ironborn were cheering.

She took off all her clothes, lay on the messy bones and dishes, closed her eyes tightly, and pretended not to hear her husband's hoarse wails a foot away.

Crow's Eye stared at Lord Farman, satisfied with his reaction.

"Ironborn!"

Crow's Eye raised his arms, "Enjoy your spoils!"

The Ironborn roared in response.

The girls screamed and cried, soon drowned out by the Ironborn. Scraps of cloth flew.

… …

Until late at night.

The smell of alcohol, blood, and depravity filled the entire hall, and the open windows occasionally brought in the cold, salty ocean air, making people slightly sober.

Amidst the mess, Crow's Eye stood on the highest point.

"Set sail tomorrow," the King ordered, "fill the buckets with spring water, bring every bag of grain, every barrel of beef, as much pickled meat as possible. We go south,"

The Ironborn all looked at the King.

Crow's Eye recalled the prophecy he had dreamed of, Renly was about to arrive at Storm's End, and Joffrey's true self would be destroyed at Storm's End.

The kraken will once again ascend to the supreme throne, winning everything with storms and the sea!

The prophecy guides, "Take the Shield Islands!!"