iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 579 The King's Witch 2
There was a pause, then Stannis raised his right arm and waved his palm back.

Following his gesture, the seven kings' guards, wearing silver helmets with stag horns, shiny silver plate armor, and thick golden wool robes, turned and left.

Clang.

The heavy wooden door was closed, and only Stannis and Melisandre were left in the room.

Stannis brought his wrinkled, age-spotted hand a little closer to the fire and paused before speaking in his hard, cold voice.

"Oh, you love me? It's better to say that you love the prince in the prophecy, no matter who he is."

Stannis turned his head and studied Melisandre for a moment. "Are you worried that you won't live to see that man?"

Facing his extremely sharp gaze, Melisandre approached: "As long as we are alive, we will not lose hope. When we work together to drive away the long night, my mission will be over."

She curled her lips and said tenderly, "I look forward to returning to your side, Your Majesty Stannis."

"Ah---"

"Hypocritical witch."

Stannis first mocked her coldly, then raised his hand to stop Melisandre from speaking. He continued, "Tell me, what can you use to 'buy' your life."

Melisandre paused and said, "Except for Green Crabbe, anyone else can... For example, those who refuse to serve you."

Turning back to her, Stannis sneered. "To see me die with anyone but the Grimm? It would be pointless."

"Yeah, it's pointless."

Looking at him, Melisandre's lips curled up slowly: "I have prepared the blood of the king for you. You don't need to burn the fire of your life, Your Majesty."

Stannis frowned. "The infant?"

Melisandre smiled and shook her head, "He is too young."

She ran her hand slowly across her belly. "A strong little blacksmith, one of Robert's bastards that Lord Stark refused to hand over."

"only one?"

"The other became Lady Stark's handmaiden. The men I sent did not find the opportunity to abduct her."

Staring at the flames in the fireplace, Stannis's eyes were deep: "Who betrayed the Stark family's information?"

"The night is long and dark, and everywhere is dangerous."

Melisandre stood beside him, looking at the flickering flames together. "It is the Lord of the Dreadfort (Chapter 509)."

Stannis sneered again. "Lord Bolton? Why would he help you?"

Melisandre paused for a moment before speaking slowly, "He told me that there were many lords like him in the North who did not want to be enemies with Grimm. At that time, the King of the South was still the Regent of the Seven Kingdoms."

"Ah--"

"You want me to kill Robert's bastard and destroy my chances of joining forces with Stark?"

Stannis gritted his teeth. "He is indeed a sinister fellow."

His eyes fell on Melisandre. "Do you believe what Roose Bolton says?"

Hearing this, Melisandre's red eyes moved slightly, and she shook her head gently: "Your Majesty, I am not good at the game of thrones."

Stannis sneered, "But you know how to save your life from me, woman."

"Your Majesty, I..."

"Shut up and don't let me hear your hypocritical excuses."

The angry voice interrupted Melisandre's words, and Stannis began to pace back and forth in front of the fireplace. He was thinking... how to use the king's blood in her hands - Robert's blood - the bastard, Gendry.

Stannis's taunting did not affect Melisandre. She stared at the fire, her eyes burning like fire: "If Lord Commander Mormont dies, you can take command of the Night's Watch."

Stannis continued walking. She added: "If the Starks are destroyed, the North will become a land without a master."

Stannis's pace suddenly stopped and he paused. He said coldly, "He has an heir."

Melisandre chuckled, nodded, and said, "Yes, his heir is a five-year-old boy."

She smiled slightly: "Princess Shilin can raise him as his wife."

After a moment of silence, Stannis gritted his teeth: "Ned..." Melisandre took a step forward and emphasized: "I was warned in the fire. I must hurry."

……

Stannis was still considering it, and Melisandre returned to her chambers with permission.

"Miss."

Following the king's orders, the king's squire, Davan Seaworth (Davos' fifth son), who was serving Melisandre, hurried forward and skillfully helped her take off her cloak.

"Thank you, cute little onion."

Davon's face flushed, and he whispered, "I'm...going to be fourteen soon."

Melisandre smiled slightly. Davan was carefully fixing her cloak. His movements were slow...

She knew very well that the little boy was lingering on her body temperature and body odor while her cloak was still on, and this was almost becoming a habit for him.

Yes, he still wanted her (Chapter 305), and it was not just a momentary impulse in the boy's growth.

After sitting down, Melisandre continued to read the unfinished book, while Sergeant Devan quietly put down his wine glass on her table.

The room was quiet, and Melisandre could sense that Davan's eyes were darting between her collarbone and below, occasionally.

Although it was brief, his gaze was as hot as a flame.

Obviously, although the boy has grown taller, he has not yet learned how to "control" his body's desires.

Pursing her lips, Melisandre picked up the glass and drank, and his eyes moved to her red lips.

Her eyes moved and the boy hurriedly looked away, like a thief caught in the act.

She quickly broke Davon's embarrassment: "Is Davos okay?"

Davan was stunned for a moment, then replied with a guilty conscience: "Before we parted, my father told me to be loyal only to King Stannis."

"Oh?"

Melisandre tilted her head slightly, "Are you trying to hide something from me?"

"No, no, I will never betray you, I swear!"

Davon's reaction was a bit exaggerated. After a pause, he whispered, "A few days ago, Kleber Trading Company sent me a handwritten letter from Arad (Davos's second son)..."

After a slight hesitation, he scratched his hair and continued, "...He said in the letter that my father was deeply trusted by King Kleber and was already the commander-in-chief of a large fleet."

As he spoke, he suddenly complained, "He is mainly showing off the honor of being knighted by His Majesty Green himself!"

Melisandre chuckled at this.

Seeing her charming smile, Davon couldn't help but smile as well. He said shyly, "I admit that I do envy Arad."

“There is no need to be envious, and there is no need to be anxious.”

Melisandre smiled gently and said, "You have your own path, and you will move forward with honor, Davon Seaworth."

Davon's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help asking, "Did you see my future in the flames?"

Melisandre nodded slightly. "I look forward to your performance, little knight."

He couldn't suppress his excitement at all at this moment, but he still whispered: "I'm going to be fourteen soon..."

Melisandre chuckled again, "I'll look forward to it together."

Dai Feng didn't dare to look at her. He just scratched his head shyly and stood there laughing.

……

Although he was reluctant to leave, Sergeant Devan had to leave her room out of courtesy.

At this time, Melisandre suddenly said, "Your Majesty Stannis may be curious about where the young blacksmith is."

Davon was stared at by mysterious and charming fiery red eyes: "When the time comes, how will you respond to him?"

(End of this chapter)