Game of Thrones: I Created the Weave

The sky grew darker, and it began to rain.

The drawbridge leading to the Sea Tower swayed wildly in the salty sea wind, like a long swing.

Perhaps there would be a storm.

Asha Greyjoy was already used to it and paid no mind.

She merely swayed with the movement of the drawbridge with interest, as if walking on the Deck of the Black Wind, using the wind and waves, merging with the sea, chasing prey.

By the time she entered her father's Study, both of her uncles were already in place.

Her tall and imposing third uncle, Victarion, was talking about tides and wind direction. Her younger uncle, Euron, was devoutly praying to the Drowned God.

Asha sat in her seat, waiting for her father's arrangements.

After a few breaths.

She looked at her father with a hint of surprise.

Her father was wrapped in a sealskin robe, sitting motionless before the brazier, listening in silence.

This was quite rare.

Asha knew that with her father's style, he would have stopped her uncles' nonsense and issued orders by now.

Could it be that her father hadn't made up his mind?

Asha sat quietly, her third uncle, the Commander of the Iron Fleet, kept reporting news and offering suggestions, while her thin younger uncle occasionally interrupted, full of fanatical praise for the Drowned God beneath the seawater.

After a long time, her father finally issued an order, "Bring that Wildling in."

The personal guard in the shadows stepped out of the room.

Asha instantly understood why her father had been so silent and tolerant today, and she also guessed her father's decision.

Asha still remembered the Wildling's face.

A few days ago, Pyke had received a group of Messengers from the Iron Throne, twenty in total, led by a woman named Osha.

According to Osha herself, she was from Beyond the Wall.

Asha had long heard of the Wildlings from Beyond the Wall, where women could also be Warriors and had their own glorious title, "Spearwife."

After first meeting Osha, who was a head taller than herself, Asha's impression of a Spearwife suddenly became clear.

Osha's Eyes were colder than many Ironborn.

A strong Warrior.

It was no wonder, as Beyond the Wall was undoubtedly more barren and desolate, dangerous and harsh than the Iron Islands.

Harsh land breeds resilient people.

The Wildling Osha brought a letter of appointment from the Iron Throne, granting the title of "Guardian of the Sunset Sea."

The Sunset Sea.

This mysterious and vast ocean west of the Westeros Continent was so immense that even the Ironborn who knew it best could only sail in the nearshore waters; its deeper parts remained an unknown mist.

Asha was somewhat tempted.

Accepting this title would allow the Longships of the Iron Islands to sail freely across the sea, inspecting and plundering passing merchant ships with just a casual excuse.

Guardian of the Sunset Sea, the Iron Islands would completely own the sea they were located in.

But she understood that her father would never be satisfied.

And the terms offered by the other King, Renly Baratheon, were far more generous.

The North, the Riverlands, the Vale, especially the Westerlands and the Crownlands, the land and Wealth seized by the Iron Fleet could be kept, and there would even be more rewards.

They only needed to send out Longships at the appropriate time to help Renly engage the Royal Fleet and cross the Blackwater River.

Asha actually wasn't willing to carry out such an attack. The strength of the Royal Fleet was greater than that of the Iron Fleet, and even if all the islands' Longships were summoned, just to contain the Royal Fleet's actions, the danger and losses would still be significant.

But King Balon was far braver than she was.

Asha had thought her father would choose Renly Baratheon, using this opportunity to expand their territory and accumulate strength, allowing the Iron Islands to return to their former glory under the Old Way.

But now.

Asha looked at King Balon before the brazier, his chiseled face expressionless.

Had her father really decided to side with the Iron Throne and ally with Duke Tywin to face the large army in the south? Was he really content to just receive a title?

The Wildling Osha hadn't arrived yet. Asha waited silently for the plan that was about to be finalized.

"The Lannisters are too arrogant this time. Why choose the Lion?" Victarion broke the silence.

Asha looked at her third uncle in surprise.

This loyal Lord Commander of the Iron Fleet actually dared to question.

And Balon Greyjoy actually offered an explanation, "I don't trust that kid Renly. Vain, hypocritical, thinks he's the embodiment of justice and mercy."

King Balon snorted.

"He wouldn't see people like us as allies. He promised a lot, but I think he just wants to repeat Robert's destruction."

Reminded of this, Asha recalled the war nine years ago.

Robert's army had invaded Pyke, Rodrik and Maron were both killed, and their only remaining brother, Theon, was taken to Winterfell as a hostage to ensure the Iron Islands remained quiet and obedient.

Theon. Asha remembered that her younger brother was now a knight under the Iron Throne, and she heard he governed quite a few people.

Perhaps her father did this because he was concerned for Theon's safety?

Asha couldn't be sure.

"At least Duke Tywin has some credibility; he knows how to fulfill the conditions he promised," King Balon seemed to have made up his mind.

Victarion stated calmly, "The Reach has many targets: the Shield Islands, the Arbor, Oldtown, the banks of the Mander River. The Iron Fleet and other captains will not refuse, and they will surely be victorious."

Asha looked at her father. The Iron Throne's request was merely for the Iron Fleet to be quiet, nothing else.

King Balon laughed heartily.

"What do you think I called that wildling here for? To make her happy?"

The guards happened to bring Osha to the door.

"Lord Balon, after so many days, have you finally decided on your answer?" Osha bowed slightly, then straightened up in an instant.

Euron shouted, "In the face of the head of the reavers blessed by the Drowned God, everyone must show reverence!"

Asha, however, quite admired Osha's bravery and freedom, and she had long grown tired of her uncle's pious rhetoric, feeling no emotion from it at all.

To be honest, she preferred her uncle from before.

Uncle Euron in his youth was much more enthusiastic, drinking heavily, humorous and witty, skilled in games and duels, a good captain who could make the Ironborn believe in and follow him.

But the war nine years ago changed a lot.

Uncle Euron's longship sank in the Battle of Fair Isle, he himself almost drowned, and was imprisoned in Casterly Rock until the war ended.

The Uncle Euron Asha saw again was this current version.

Getting thinner and thinner, his black eyes sharp and cold. He always wore a robe of grey-blue-green stripes, the colors of the sea, symbolizing the Drowned God.

The waterskin under his arm was never out of reach, ready to drown people with this seawater at any time.

He had become the most devout and fanatical priest.

If a person who escaped death completely became another person, wasn't that also a kind of death for the person they used to be?

Asha looked at Uncle Euron.

Completely changed. Without women, strong drink, gold, or fine food, he had lost all worldly desires.

His unkempt beard and waist-length black hair were studded with dried seaweed, perhaps deliberately, perhaps simply unwilling to waste time on such trivial matters.

Her father stood up at this moment.

"Go back and tell Duke Tywin, tell the little king, the Ironborn will no longer endure humiliation. We will take everything with swords and longships, not by waiting or handouts!"

The guards presented the Driftwood Crown, and her father put it on his head without hesitation.

"From this day forth, I, Balon Greyjoy, am King of the Iron Islands. The Ironborn will restore the Old Way and reave the Reach!"

A slight smile appeared on her father's face.

"I can also be the 'Guardian of the Sunset Sea'. Go ask the little king."

Osha calmly withdrew.

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