Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 39 Farewell to Winterfell

Maester Luwin's death casts a shadow over Winterfell.

The gray-haired little old man had served for decades, delivering every one of Lady Caitlin's children.

He has become part of Winterfell.

Now, Winterfell has forever lost a venerable maester, the old man who read under the crow's nest, and the teacher who told the children stories and urged their studies.

"He is a good man."

"He is the most dedicated bachelor, keeping his oath and fulfilling his duties all his life."

"Winterfell will remember his service. His kindness, wisdom and character will be missed."

The monks recite prayers for the old man lying in the coffin.

"May he rest in peace..."

Maester Luwin was gradually buried in the cold dark land.

The Duke and Duchess of Eddard stood at the front, and all the Stark servants bowed their heads in silence, and Bran and Arya cried the most sadly.

Sansa threw herself into the prince's arms with flushed eyes.

"Gods be merciful, bless the souls in Maester Luwin's heaven."

Joffrey reassured: "Yes."

Maester Luwin didn't have to die.It's a pity that he woke up at the wrong time.

Fortunately, everything was cleaned up fairly cleanly. Stark only knew that someone had killed the old bachelor, and the investigation in the past few days found nothing.

The bloody storm that a secret letter was about to unleash was snuffed out.But only temporarily.

Joffrey was bound to have a headache, too.

Lysa Tully, what a mad woman, to trust Littlefinger.

Lysa's identity is too ingenious, both Caitlyn's sister and Prime Minister Jon Arryn's wife.As long as she said that Lannister had murdered the Prime Minister, Stark would be fine with suspicion.

For Joffrey, although lions and wolves cannot get too close, let alone lions and wolves fight each other.

Fortunately, Lysa still had concerns in her heart.Just let her know that the power of the throne is enough to destroy her and her weak son, and she will shut up.

The burial ceremony in the church is over.

Joffrey thoughtfully took Sansa to the Godswood to soothe her mood.

In the castle, the Godswood of the Old Gods.

The old and stout oak tree often blocked the road, the blue-grey sentinel tree grew hard needles, and the iron tree lived up to its name, with a dark body and hard wood.

This godswood is in keeping with the tone of the North.

Cold, unsmiling, tough.

They came to the black water pool in the middle of the forest.The branches and leaves of an ancient weirwood tangled and spread, covering the entire lake like a dome.

Joffrey moved closer.

Over thousands of years the fallen leaves and branches of the weirwood have created the soft ground.Every step I take, I can feel that the ground is reluctant to part with the soles of the living people.

The primeval forest has an unspeakable aura, as if the old gods are staring at people with thousands of invisible eyes.

Joffrey gazed at the long, sad faces on the weirwood.

Its deep-set eyes were redder against the pale bark.Although it is only dried tree sap, it always reminds people of blood.

Is the Three-Eyed Raven looking this way?
Joffrey knew what crows were capable of.The weirwood is the crow's most powerful eye. The old weirwood holds many memories, and the crow sees the world through it.

Joffrey stretched out his palm and pressed it on the face, and the retrospective runes immediately presented countless images for him.

He also saw the past that the crow saw.

Sansa's mood improved a lot, "Father said we're going south the day after tomorrow."

Joffrey turned to Sansa.

"Yes, thank you Lord Ed for not letting us be separated."

Sansa pushed him away in embarrassment, "There is no separation, and you won't go with us, maybe we won't see each other for a few months."

"Don't be angry, I'm serious."

He held Sansa's face in his hands, "There's a surprise for you the day after tomorrow, guess what it is."

"What surprise?"

Joffrey smiled mysteriously, "We'll know when the time comes."

Sansa kicked him angrily.

……

Winterfell was busy.

Duke Stark, who is about to go south to take over the Hand of the King, will take almost half of his staff with him.

The second son Bran, the eldest daughter Sansa, and the second daughter Arya will all embark on a journey with their father and live in the Red Castle in King's Landing.

Vayon Poole, Steward of Winterfell, Sansa's best friend Jenny Poole, Captain Jory Cassel, Hullen the Stable Master, Sister Mordane and other retainers will accompany them.

It was just getting brighter at this time.

The east gate of Winterfell City was full of farewell and send-off crowds.

Excitedly, Bran rode a tall steed crookedly from the city to the gate.

He saw the crown prince on the side of the road.

"Your Highness." Bran bent down.The dream that night was not over. The crown prince later gave him a mysterious power to resist the attack of monsters.

Bran had nothing but deep gratitude for that.

Joffrey waved his hand, "Goodbye King's Landing, be careful all the way."

Bran nodded as seriously as possible, and then rushed towards the king's road outside the door.It feels so good!

Arya also rushed over at this time, and her goal was Jon beside Joffrey.

"Jon, I will miss you."

Jon rubbed his little sister's hair, "I miss you too. Don't worry, we will meet again."

Joffrey produced a steel blade and handed it to Arya.

"For you. This is a treasure. With it, you and Jon can chat across the entire north."

Arya took it hesitantly.

Jon smiled and pulled out his necklace.The same piece of steel hangs from the necklace.

He said to the steel, "Arya, it's true."

Arya heard Jon and the voice on the steel at the same time.

"Wow!"

She glanced at Joffrey, and most of the inexplicable resistance before dissipated in an instant, "Thank you."

Joffrey smiled back. "Goodbye."

"Good nephew, look who's coming." Tyrion hated his short legs.

Cersei hugged Joffrey reluctantly.

"Little Qiao, what do you think, the Great Wall is so cold, did Tyrion push you to go there?"

"Look, it's my fault again!" Tyrion whispered to James next to him.

Joffrey patted his mother on the back, "It has nothing to do with uncle, I want to see the Great Wall myself, and I just want to express the concern of the royal family to the Night Watch Corps."

"Mother, don't worry, nothing will happen."

He winked at Tommen and Myrcella behind Cersei.

After getting along with each other these days, his siblings have a much better impression of him, and he finally got two smiles.

Cersei stepped into the wheel palace worriedly.

At last.

Sansa, dressed in a silver and white leather robe, walked slowly.

"What about the surprise?"

Sansa was full of anticipation.

Joffrey produced a wooden tray covered with a bright red cloth from his farewell present.

"Open it and have a look."

Sansa picked up the corner of the red cloth and lifted it slowly.

"What a nice view."

Everyone's eyes were attracted.

Surrounded by roses that are crystal clear like frost and snow and ice blue like the deep sea, they form a magnificent and bright queen crown.

Joffrey places the crown of roses on Sansa's head.

"Here are the winter snow roses from the glass garden, and they were born to be yours."

"That spring, Rhaegar desperately gave this laurel crown to Lyanna, the queen of love and beauty in his heart. My love at this time is ten thousand times stronger than his."

"It was the wrong spring."

Joffrey held the girl's hand firmly, "But we will have the best ending."

Sansa blushed.

(End of this chapter)