King's Landing, within The Red Keep.
Bells rang, and prayers echoed. His Majesty the King, Joffrey Baratheon I, and Queen Sansa Stark were holding their wedding.
The atmosphere throughout King's Landing was exceptionally lively; even commoners could go to The Red Keep to receive food.
Batches of bards lined up from outside the city all the way to The Great Sept of Baelor and into the wedding venue within The Red Keep, singing and dancing.
Their loud singing voices and joyful dance steps, accompanied by the banners of House Baratheon and House Stark fluttering in the wind, spread throughout King's Landing...
The wedding ceremony first took place at The Great Sept of Baelor. The scene was luxuriously arranged, and the decorations inside the sept were filled with a sacred religious atmosphere.
The interior of the sept was adorned with gorgeous flowers and tapestries, decorating the entire venue like a fairyland.
The candlelight within the sept was warm and bright, casting a soft glow that illuminated the entire wedding scene.
Queen Sansa Stark wore a deep red, magnificent wedding dress, adorned with a veil and jewelry, looking calm and solemn.
She held a bouquet of flowers in her hands, her expression solemn, accompanied by a bright, radiant smile on her lips.
His Majesty the King, Joffrey Baratheon, wore a gorgeous formal suit, smiling, prepared to use a lifetime of promises to protect the one he loved.
The chubby High Septon, dressed in robes and holding scriptures, read the sacred vows, conveying the blessings and responsibilities of marriage to the newlyweds.
Joffrey and Sansa solemnly exchanged their wedding vows, expressing their eternal loyalty and commitment to each other.
"You belong to me, and I belong to you," said Joffrey Baratheon.
"You belong to me, and I belong to you," said Sansa Stark.
Their voices were filled with sincerity and strength, moving all the friends and family present.
In the seats within The Great Sept of Baelor, relatives and friends listened quietly, focused and solemn.
They were dressed in their finest, commemorating this special moment with solemn faces.
A melodious organ melody accompanied the wedding, making the atmosphere even more solemn and sacred.
After the ceremony, the newlyweds walked out of The Great Sept of Baelor, prepared to hold a grand banquet within The Red Keep, with friends and family surrounding them, cheering with joy.
Joffrey and Sansa Stark walked hand in hand along a road paved with flowers in King's Landing, enjoying the blessings of the friends and family around them.
People cheered and applauded, wishing the newlyweds happiness and fulfillment. This moment was filled with joy and hope, simply beyond words.
After arriving at the banquet venue in The Red Keep, King Joffrey Baratheon laughed and shouted to everyone:
"Everyone, take your seats accordingly."
Thus, everyone took their seats in order.
The Septon who believed in the Seven wore luxurious church vestments. On the table in front of him lay a thick scripture. While praying, he picked up the Queen's crown, wanting to place it on Sansa Stark's head.
Unexpectedly, King Joffrey pushed the Septon aside and took the crown himself to place it on Sansa's head.
He had already done this during his own coronation, so he was quite familiar with it. Although everyone was a bit surprised, they were not overly shocked.
Except for the chubby Septon, whose face turned a bit pale. Nowadays, the King did not believe in the Seven, but instead believed in the red god, and even the Queen believed in the old gods.
It seemed his own days were going to get harder and harder...
Joffrey placed the crown on Sansa, kissed her cheek, and looked at her affectionately, saying:
"Sansa Stark, my moon, my starlight, the love of my life. In the name of the red god, the old gods, and the Seven, I will make you happy, make you joyful, and spend the rest of my life with you! Will you marry me?"
Sansa looked into his eyes, and at this moment, only her own reflection existed within those determined eyes.
She hugged Joffrey's neck tightly, her body leaning closely against Joffrey's sturdy chest; those powerful arms were her harbor.
"I do! My knight, my prince, Your Majesty the King, please let me rely on you forever!"
Joffrey and Sansa embraced tightly and kissed.
The story of a knight and a maiden is always enviable; in that story, the knight and the maiden face challenges together, endure hardships, rely on each other, and finally stay together for life, spending the rest of their days together.
Cheers rang out. Everyone had seen the actions of the King and Queen these days; the reputation of Joffrey and Sansa had long since reached its peak, and the common people all loved and respected them.
"Everyone, fill your cups! A toast to my Queen!"
Joffrey raised his cup. Today he was wearing a dark red formal suit, draped with a deep red brocade robe embroidered with the stag and lion, and wearing the stag crown.
Joffrey looked at his beloved, his eyes gentle and sincere. Today he was marrying his moon, his starlight, his Sansa.
This was something he had decided the very first day he saw Sansa Stark. That girl was elegant and beautiful; no matter what happened, she would be by his side. He loved her deeply, and he wanted to give her everything.
Sansa blushed and raised her cup, looking at her prince, looking at her king.
Today she was finally truly going to be with her beloved. She remembered that night, the song she and he had sung together, 'the song of the woods maiden':
My feather bed is soft and deep, where my lover lies in sleep.
I would dress you in silk, I would crown you with gold.
You shall be my wife, I shall be your husband.
I will guard you with my sword, to keep you warm and safe forever.
The tree maiden laughs and dances, swirling her body to speak to him, I do not need a feather bed.
I wish to wear a dress of golden leaves, I wish to bind my hair with grass.
I wish you to be my forest lover, and I am your woods maiden.
That day they lay on the grass watching the starry sky, and Joffrey looked into her eyes and whispered sweet nothings, saying she was his moon, she was his starlight.
From that moment on, she had fallen in love with this man. He was handsome and dashing, he helped those in need, this was the knight the gods had bestowed upon her, the lover gifted to her.
Even if the world was filled with endless conflict, she was willing to stay by her knight's side.
She had chosen the beginning of this story, and no matter the ending, she would accompany him to the very end...
...
After Joffrey and Sansa Stark kissed passionately, they drank with everyone present.
Just as the two put down their cups, Joffrey was about to use a handkerchief to wipe the wine stain from his wife Sansa Stark's lips, when he noticed something wrong with Sansa's expression.
"Sansa!" Joffrey exclaimed in shock.
Because at this moment, Sansa Stark's complexion suddenly turned pale, and the veins on her face swelled and turned red.
Following Joffrey's exclamation, the guests panicked and swarmed around.
Joffrey knelt beside his wife Sansa, stroking her cheek, tears falling.
"She has been poisoned! Save her, quickly!" The various nobles and ladies at the wedding scene shouted loudly upon seeing this.
"Go find the Grand Maester!"
"Where is Grand Maester Pycelle!"
"Who can save this poor girl!"
"..."
People on the scene were talking all at once, but no one knew what poison the Queen had taken.
The next moment, Sansa Stark fell limply to the ground. She gasped for air, but it was of no use.
Joffrey hugged her body tightly, but could not hold back the passing of her life.
"I didn't expect it to end like this." Sansa sighed.
On her deathbed, Sansa Stark stroked her husband Joffrey's face, looking again and again, as if to prevent herself from forgetting.
Garlan Tyrell, sitting at another table, immediately rushed out. He ran quickly to Sansa Stark's side, wanting to save her life.
Unfortunately, it was already too late. This poison was silent, colorless, and odorless; no one knew how it had gotten into Queen Sansa Stark's cup.
"Your Majesty, the Queen's symptoms are exactly the same as those of the old Hand of the King, Jon Arryn, at that time." Garlan Tyrell said to Joffrey.
Not long after Garlan Tyrell finished looking, Grand Maester Pycelle arrived late.
He brought a full set of equipment and ran up quickly.
He carefully examined Queen Sansa Stark's condition, with a difficult expression on his face.
"I am sorry, Your Majesty. The Queen is beyond saving. The poisoning is too deep, there is no cure."
Grand Maester Pycelle said heavily: "Your Majesty, these symptoms are exactly the same as the old Hand of the King."
Joffrey was heartbroken, hugging his wife's body and wailing: "No! I must save her! Who poisoned her? I will make them pay!"
The nearly crazed Joffrey was suddenly engulfed in fierce flames, forcing Garlan Tyrell and Grand Maester Pycelle back a few steps.
Joffrey looked at everyone on the scene with a fierce gaze. He scanned the entire venue, wanting to see who had poisoned her.
At this moment, the expressions of the people on the scene varied.
Cersei Lannister and Tyrion Lannister represented the reaction of most people; they all showed concern and heartache.
Tywin Lannister watched all this with a blank expression, as if everything had nothing to do with him.
Varys wore a look of confusion, though it was unclear what he was confused about.
The same symptoms as Jon Arryn? Joffrey thought of Littlefinger, Petyr Baelish. Could it have something to do with Petyr Baelish?
But Petyr Baelish had gone to The Eyrie after the Battle of the Blackwater and had not come to the scene at all.
And besides Lord of Highgarden, Mace Tyrell, as well as Garlan Tyrell and his wife, Joffrey had refused any other members of House Tyrell from attending, precisely to prevent The Queen of Thorns from causing trouble.
So now Joffrey was not sure who had done it; he even wanted to kill all the suspects.
Crimson blood sprayed from Sansa Stark's mouth, crossing her lips and flowing down the corners of her mouth. Sansa Stark's life had reached its final moment. She looked at Joffrey and revealed her last smile.
"Joffrey, don't eat so much sugar in the future."
Sansa Stark murmured. Her pupils dilated and began to lose focus, and her body gradually grew cold.
...
On that warm afternoon, the sunlight spilled over the roads of the entire Red Keep, like a golden ribbon. The trees on both sides of the road swayed gently, as if whispering unknown secrets.
Joffrey trembled and held his wife's gradually cooling body tightly. He kissed her face and stroked her hair.
But she had no reaction. He knew he had lost her forever.
"Is this fate?" Joffrey whispered.
"No, I don't believe in any bullshit fate! I want to change all of this! rhllor, let me go back to the past!"
"Didn't you say you could travel between the past and the future? Then let me go back to the past!"
Joffrey's eyes were determined; he wanted to change all of this.
Just at this moment of despair, Joffrey suddenly remembered what rhllor had once said: the red god could travel through the past and future.
Joffrey seemed to have grasped the final straw. He shouted loudly: "rhllor! rhllor! Come out!"
In his urgency, Joffrey even forgot that he could communicate with rhllor in his heart, but he could not care about that much at this moment.
The Imp, Tyrion Lannister, heard Joffrey's shouting and walked forward with some confusion, thinking his great nephew had gone mad.
Just as he was about to approach Joffrey, a mass of flames suddenly appeared around Joffrey.
Being close, the flames even burned off a few strands of the Imp, Tyrion's hair.
"Oh, fuck. What is going on?" Tyrion said in surprise.
After speaking, Tyrion took small steps and immediately ran up again, seemingly wanting to comfort Joffrey. Because in his view, this mass of flames would absolutely not hurt His Majesty the King.
"Joffrey, are you alright? You have to compensate me for my dead strands of hair and the rest of my frightened hair."
Tyrion said half-jokingly. He just wanted to comfort Joffrey and not let Joffrey be so sad.
But just as he approached within a meter of Joffrey, the high-temperature flames suddenly began to gather and rotate, condensing into a person's body in Tyrion's shocked eyes.
This person wore red robes, with golden threads fluttering. Bathed in fire, looking down on the world.
For a moment, everyone opened their mouths wide, and the whole scene was shocked.
Because this person actually looked exactly like Joffrey, with the same blonde hair and blue eyes, and the same handsome and dashing appearance.
Only the age might be a bit older than Joffrey, looking more mature and steady.
Not just the others, even Joffrey himself was stunned. Because this was also his first time seeing rhllor's appearance, although they had communicated much before, they had never met.
But Joffrey could not care about that much. He shouted at rhllor: "Aren't you a god? Hurry and let me go back to the past!"
"Are you sure? Even if you go back to the past, fate will not change." rhllor said.
"Don't give me that bullshit, you guy has already changed so much behind my back!" Joffrey roared.
Since awakening, Joffrey had been able to control every move of his body's magic. He understood clearly that rhllor had already secretly used an avatar to change the fate of Robb Stark behind his back.
Perhaps feeling guilty about what Joffrey said, rhllor laughed awkwardly and had no choice but to satisfy Joffrey's wish.
rhllor's whole body radiated with red-yellow divine light. He said: "Then let you go and see for yourself."
After speaking, rhllor's whole body radiated with red-yellow divine light, like a great sun, shining through the ages.
The blinding light gradually enveloped Joffrey and rhllor, and then shot straight into the sky.
Tyrion Lannister, who was closest, looked at this scene and shouted in surprise:
"Wow, ascending to heaven!"