Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

The lame Loras Tyrell's expression was calm, allowing the Kingsguard's hand to rest on his shoulder.

But very quickly.

His whole body trembled, joy and disbelief appearing simultaneously on his gentle, calm face.

Without waiting to ask the king, he stood up expectantly, awkwardly moved his legs, and then took a few steps normally.

Normally!

"Loras, your legs are healed!" Garlan and Margaery exclaimed excitedly, sincerely happy for their brother.

The "Queen of Thorns" couldn't help but reveal a look of gratification.

Even if it was just to heal Loras's lameness, everything paid was completely worth it. As long as Highgarden remains, gold coins and grain are just numbers.

Joffrey smiled faintly, "Loras, do you like it like this now?"

Loras Tyrell slightly sobered up from his elation and immediately bowed down to Joffrey, "Loras will never forget Your Majesty's grace! From now on, Loras will surely pledge his life to Your Majesty and offer everything I have!"

Joffrey waved his hand, "I don't need you to die. It's just that I have a task for you to do."

As soon as these words came out.

The warm atmosphere in the venue quickly subsided.

The Tyrells all straightened their posture and continued this serious conversation.

The "Queen of Thorns" seemed unwell and was closing her eyes to rest. Loras restrained his excited expression, returned to his seat, and respectfully awaited orders.

Joffrey glanced at the "Queen of Thorns" before looking at Loras.

"The rebels of Old Oak are headed by House Rowan, assisted by families such as Oakheart, encompassing almost all the lords of the northern Reach, a formidable force."

The "Queen of Thorns" remained silent, the Duke was not present.

Loras Tyrell, the heir to Highgarden, took on the important task of the talks.

He had to think deeply, what did King Joffrey mean by this? Indirectly expressing dissatisfaction with Highgarden's rebellion? There was no need for that.

In an instant, the many histories and knowledge he had learned flashed through his mind.

He had several guesses.

"It is indeed worth taking seriously." Loras Tyrell solemnly echoed, "I wonder, what plans does Your Majesty have?"

Joffrey reached out and tapped the table, and a three-dimensional map of the Reach was immediately projected onto the table.

Loras couldn't help but be secretly shocked.

What a detailed map, it looks even more accurate and convenient than our own!

When was it surveyed?

Joffrey pointed to Old Oak on the map, "Lord Tywin has already led an army of 30,000 south along the coast road, and will arrive at Old Oak soon, surely winning the battle!"

Loras remained silent.

Highgarden already knew about this news two days ago. Originally planning to send reinforcements, but now…

"Loras," the king pointed to Highgarden, "you will lead an army of 20,000 north along the Mander, capturing Goldengrove of House Rowan and cutting off the rebels' retreat."

To have Highgarden attack its own subordinates?

Loras's heart sank, thinking of a terrible guess.

The king did not issue any further orders, seemingly waiting for his response.

Loras hesitated to speak, "How does Your Majesty plan to punish these traitors?"

Joffrey glanced at him, shook his head, and chuckled, "Why ask me? These lords betray the king and liege lord they swore allegiance to, coveting glory and position they shouldn't have, what liege lord can turn a blind eye?"

Loras was certain.

The king really had this idea! To make Highgarden do it!

Joffrey added, "If it were me, I would have stripped these guys of all their fiefs. Those without direct descendants should simply be removed from the family tree, and the titles and land redistributed. Those with heirs should only be left with a castle."

The more Loras listened, the more hesitant he became.

If such methods were used, vassals who sold their loyalty for self-preservation would surely cause Highgarden's reputation to plummet.

When the vassals were needed to contribute again, who would truly be loyal?

But if he refused…

Loras raised his head, and in the king's gentle eyes, he seemed to see boundless flames.

"Loras, are you unwilling?"

Joffrey looked puzzled, "Could it be that, as they say, the Tyrell family is not being deceived and misled by its vassals, sitting trapped in Highgarden, and Duke Mace is not being forcibly coerced, but is actually participating in the rebellion?"

That was the truth. But Loras didn't dare to answer truthfully.

Had Highgarden rebelled?

Had Highgarden not rebelled?

Was the truth so insignificant that it could be easily concealed and subverted?

Loras was momentarily dazed.

The Highgarden steward, "Garth the Gross," said indignantly, "Who is slandering Highgarden like this? Your Majesty, we have always been loyal to you and have never thought of rebelling!"

Loras woke up and quickly remedied, "That's right! How could Highgarden have mercy on traitors? Your Majesty's suggestion couldn't be more appropriate."

He said, "I will do as you say."

The "Queen of Thorns" coughed violently a few times, her voice hoarse.

Margaery looked at her grandmother worriedly, then cast an expectant look at Joffrey, making it hard to refuse.

Joffrey tapped the table lightly.

The priest who received the instruction walked to the "Queen of Thorns" and delivered energy. The old woman's face instantly became much rosier.

Joffrey sighed, "I'm sorry for you, Loras."

Loras waved his hands repeatedly, "How dare I presume on Your Majesty? It's all Highgarden's duty, it should be handled this way."

"That's true."

Joffrey pointed to Goldengrove, "Those who are loyal and meritorious should naturally be rewarded."

"Loras, are you willing to be the governor of Goldengrove, sharing Goldengrove with Lady Bethany Redwyne? Or do you plan to strip the Rowan family of their fief and rule in a new castle?"

"Or," Joffrey joked, "do you want to merge these places into House Tyrell?"

Loras was surprised and terrified.

In the options given by the king, Count Mathos Rowan, who commanded an army of 30,000, seemed to have become a dead man.

"Garlan." Joffrey looked at the second son of Highgarden again.

"Lord Beesbury will bring a thousand Kingsguard with you to the west, reorganize the Shield Islands fleet and rest temporarily, waiting to join the Redwyne fleet."

Olenna Redwyne couldn't help but open her eyes.

Joffrey explained, "Count Paxter's twins have joined the Royal Fleet with the Redwyne fleet and are now heading north along the Sunset Sea, passing through the Shield Islands, Old Oak, and the Iron Islands, assisting in various battlefields."

Another major piece of news!

The scale in Loras's heart couldn't help but gradually tilt. The Redwyne family had already made their choice, did Highgarden still need to be reserved?

Joffrey still had instructions for Garlan.

"House Oakheart is about to be destroyed," he pronounced.

"I have won the best conditions from Lord Tywin: Old Oak will henceforth be directly under the Royal Family, with no lord, only officials, managed by the Westerlands."

Was this the best condition?! Loras's shock could not be concealed.

Joffrey looked at Garlan, "However, you can be the governor of Old Oak. If you are competent enough, you can even hold the position for a long time, until the day you die."

"How about it?" Joffrey urged with a smile.

Garlan Tyrell looked forward, his grandmother had her eyes closed, his elder brother was a little hesitant, but quickly gave him a firm look.

Garlan then bowed, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace!"

Joffrey nodded in satisfaction and dispersed the map light and shadow on the table.

The talks seemed to be coming to an end.

Margaery couldn't help but ask, "What about Stonebridge? Don't you need to send troops there?"

Joffrey looked at the sky outside the window.

The sun was setting.

"No need, it's about to start there, and it's about to end."

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