iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 600: Bitter Cold Wind 2
Black Castle.

In the room, the cries of pain and pleasure that could not be distinguished seemed to still echo.

Gendry stared upward with a dull look in his eyes, lying on his back on the bed without moving.

Stannis still stood there like a stone statue, his deep eyes staring at the witch who had completed her evil magic.

Melisandre slowly raised her eyelids, and glanced at Stannis with her misty, fiery red eyes.

Her breath was slightly disordered, and her large, full breasts were undulating and extremely alluring, yet exuding deadly danger.

Stannis's lips twitched slightly. "Did it work?"

Melisandre opened her red lips slightly, and her voice with the Jade Sea accent was tired and hoarse: "The Lord of Winterfell has ended his journey..."

Stannis' eyes narrowed slightly, and she chuckled: "Since coming to the Wall, my magic power has been significantly strengthened. My 'Shadow Killer' can naturally easily deal with your enemies."

As Melisandre got up, another scream of pain suddenly came: "No, Uncle Ned, it's not me! Gods, save him!"

Gendry's limbs twitched a few times, and then he fell into a coma.

"The little blacksmith provided the 'King's Blood', and he could personally feel the Shadow Slayer's actions. He himself stabbed the sword into Eddard Stark's chest."

Stannis pursed his lips. About a year ago, he had slit Renly's throat in a dream.

He clenched his fists behind his back. Renly - his brother - betrayed him.

Renly even dared to laugh at, provoke and threaten him in person. He should cut off Renly's tongue, but it would not be fatal.

So, he ordered Melisandre to cut Renly's throat with the Shadow Killer.

And Eddard Stark...

The wights driven by the White Walkers no longer hide their tracks, which foreshadows the imminent outbreak of a war between darkness and light.

He, Stannis Baratheon, is the king, and it is his duty to destroy the invading White Walkers. This is the king's duty.

This is a battle that concerns the life and death of all living people, and we have to win!

The Wall is the first line of defense against the invasion of the White Walkers, but the existence of Eddard Stark has hindered his defense deployment.

Moreover, he had long been inclined to submit to Green.

Therefore, Ed must die!

Ed is the offensively nice guy, and he’s the king.

The only thing he could do was to give Ned a painless death...

……

Melisandre came to Stannis, raised her graceful chin, stared at him, and said gently and passionately: "If the Lord of Light had given up on you, he would not allow me to use his power for you."

"..." Stannis raised one hand and his eyes fell on Melisandre's flat belly.

Melisandre smiled, stretched out her hand, and took his dry palm, placing it on her lower abdomen.

She drew his hand to her burning breast. "Who is next? Speak his name, Lord Stannis. I am ready."

"Glenn Crabbe."

Melisandre's hand holding his was frozen for a moment. Stannis sneered. He pulled his hand back and said sarcastically, "Isn't your god omnipotent?"

"The opposition between life and death has never disappeared from ancient times to the present day."

Melisandre stepped closer to Stannis as she spoke. "The night is dark and full of dangers. Women and men, hatred and love, pain and joy, winter and summer, the world always sings a song of ice and fire."

Her slender, white fingers gently stroked Stannis's thin, withered face. "The war between the true gods began at the beginning of the world. A new round of judgment is about to come. Everyone must choose his own side."

Melisandre looked him over and said gently, "Stannis, I am a servant of the true God, the Lord of Light. I must burn for the light."

Stannis slapped Melisandre's hand away and said, "Woman, I am at the Wall now, and Green Crabbe is still in King's Landing." "The White Walkers are already roaming under the Wall. I am not interested in your ancient stories."

Stannis turned his back to her and said coldly, "Priest Melisandre, you are banished by me."

Hearing this, Melisandre's red eyes couldn't help but tremble slightly.

She first glanced in the direction of the wooden bed, then returned her gaze to Stannis's tall and thin back. After a pause, she moved her feet and picked up her red robe, cloak, and soft leather boots.

Melisandre quickly dressed and left the room, saying "May you be blessed by the Lord of Light."

I don’t know how long it had been, but suddenly there was movement outside the small round window of the room.

Flutter flutter——

A black crow with three eyes landed on the windowsill.

.........

Under the dark night sky, there was dead silence all around, with only the howling of wind and snow echoing.

The Black Castle behind her was like a silent giant beast. Melisandre, dressed in scarlet, stood in the gray snow and wind, looking far to the south.

"Lady Melisandre!"

A slightly childish voice came from a distance. Melisandre turned her head and saw Sergeant Davon Seaworth riding towards her.

Davan stopped his horse a little further away, then he held the reins and trotted on the thick snow with a "huff and puff". Melisandre could feel the little squire's gaze fixed on her.

“Cute little onions.”

Coming in front of her, the panting Servant Devan glanced at her with great concern, but then avoided her gaze.

He touched his hair shyly, "Ma'am, I'm almost...fourteen."

Hearing this, Melisandre chuckled, "Why are you here? I have been banished by King Stannis."

"I...know."

Sergeant Davon looked back uneasily in the direction of Castle Black. "Where are you going? I think... I am here to escort you, my lady."

There was a pause.

Melisandre approached. She brushed the snow off Davan's shoulders and whispered, "You, too, will be banished by King Stannis."

"Ma'am, I left a letter."

Sergeant Davan's eyes were evasive. "My duty is to serve you. This is the order of King Stannis. He...has not...um...removed me from my post."

"The clever little onion."

Sergeant Davan scratched his hair again. He seemed worried that Melisandre would refuse his company, so he changed the subject abruptly.

He raised his hand and patted the mane of the horse beside him: "Madam, it has great endurance and is not afraid of the roar of wild beasts."

"What's it called?"

"Well, it hasn't been named yet."

"Can I call it 'Little Onion'?"

"Well, if you like..."

Melisandre couldn't help but giggle. She took the hand that Davon offered and used the force to jump onto the horse.

Dai Feng was walking forward, holding the reins below. He suddenly fell silent. He was "recalling" the soft and hot touch just now, and the corners of his mouth were raised high.

(End of this chapter)