Game of Thrones: Lord of Winter

"After the Proud Wind ran aground in front of me, I swore not to believe in the gods. I would never worship any cruel gods who killed my parents. But to be honest, the Lord of Light has made me a little shaken, Davos."

"She predicted that the child would kill Renly. Although he denied it himself, everyone believes it. Renly is my brother and will always be. Although our relationship is not good, blood is thicker than water. I wanted to spare his life."

"But I don't blame the child. He just did what he should do. I gave him both Summer Hall and Green Valley and made him a marquis. This is what he deserves. I will not treat meritorious officials unfairly like Robert did. "

"Melisandre saw me standing in King's Landing and saw Joffrey's death. I need you to help me do one thing, smuggler, just like those little tricks you used, sail your smuggling ship on the sea without anyone noticing."

He looked at Melisandre sitting on the boat. She had been following him on the Black Bertha these days. His speed was much faster than the fleet, but he had to go to King's Landing in the dark. He rowed a small black-sailed boat on the river of Blackwater Bay.

Davos thought to himself that he had become a smuggler again. He had been like this for many years until he met Stannis.

Unknowingly, he had been a knight for sixteen years, but whether it was the great lords such as Velaryon and Celtigar, or the knights under their command, they all looked down on him.

Stannis once mocked and said that he had to make him an earl to show those arrogant guys a look. He wanted to tell the king that one marquis was enough to make them angry.

"Madam, do you know what wildfire is?" After being silent all the way, he decided to say something.

The red-robed woman looked at him with her eyes wide open. Melisandre curled up in a red robe. Although there was a cold wind blowing from the sea and even a drizzle, her eyes were full of silence.

"A little trick of the sorcerer. The green flame is a traitor of the light."

"Someone told me that this is a flame that can burn on water."

"The Lord of Light is the master of the flame. No one can control the flame except Allah. Your heart is very confused, Sir, and confusion often goes hand in hand with darkness."

"Smugglers are a group of people walking in the dark, my lady. Only in the dark can the enemy not find our whereabouts. The night gives shelter to smugglers. Today I am not a knight, but a smuggler, and you are my onions and pickled fish."

"The night also covers people's eyes, making people confused and unable to move forward." Melisandre looked straight at him.

"I don't want to argue with you about the right and wrong of the night, my lady. We should go ashore."

The boat stopped quietly under a river bank.

This is under the Red Castle, and above it is a dangerous rock wall.

"The cliff here is too high, we can only go here at most." The Onion Knight said to him, unless there are chisels and iron hooks, they can't climb far.

"This is enough, sir. This castle is as young as its master. The power and walls here can't stop the shadow." But she walked under the rock wall.

She lifted her red robe, wearing nothing underneath. Her belly had become round and seemed to burst, with terrible blood lines all over it.

He always knew that she was pregnant. The red-robed woman followed the king closely, even sleeping together, but he couldn't figure out why Stannis asked him to bring a pregnant woman to King's Landing.

"Gods have mercy." He whispered softly. She didn't want to give birth under the castle. There were no midwives and maesters here.

Davos felt her red eyes glowing. No, damn it, it was her whole body that was glowing.

She squatted down, her breath slowed down, and her low hum was painful.

"Gods, what should I do?" Davos prayed in his heart. Did he have to watch a woman give birth to a child in front of him?

Blood continued to flow out between her legs, and her cries almost penetrated Davos' ears. It was a painful and fanatical sound. This made him feel endless fear.

And what happened next made him panic even more.

But he saw a child wearing a crown crawling out of her body. Davos couldn't see his face clearly. It was a blurry black shadow, but when he stood up, Davos still recognized him.

It was Stannis. This crowned shadow was his king, the same body shape, the same face shape, and even the same crown.

Davos only had time to look at him, and in a flash, he walked up the cliff.

He just felt like he had a nightmare at this moment. She gave birth to a shadow that was exactly the same as Stannis. Davos could even vaguely guess what this shadow was going to do.

After the shadow left her body, the red witch collapsed on the sand. She said hoarsely, "Please let me carry you to the boat, sir."

Davos moved his feet with difficulty. The woman in front of him frightened him. This was a kind of power he had never heard of, extremely strange, just like when she killed old Maester Cressen.

He just walked to her side, but heard Melisandre suddenly howling. It was a heart-wrenching cry that Davos had only seen on the faces of those whose hands and feet were cut off.

Her body twitched, her whole body spasmed, her eyes were confused, and she shouted all kinds of spells and screams. Suddenly, her waist and abdomen were straightened, and she was motionless.

Davos dragged her to the boat, and then he saw clearly that it was the gem on her chest that was shining.

He wrapped Melisandre in a red robe again. The gem shone for an unknown period of time. He drove the black sail boat away from the coast.

The sea breeze brushed his face. He liked this kind of sea breeze, but at this moment, the sea breeze could not soothe the waves in his heart. He kept wondering what it was.

She was not an onion or a pickled fish. She was a wizard from Char. Davos finally knew why those people were afraid of her.

Yes, these people called wizards and witches always had unpredictable means and magic that made people's scalps numb.

The towering and steep cliffs were like flat ground to him. Davos watched him rush up.

He rowed and rowed until he met the person who came to meet him. When he returned to his Black Betha, this matter was still lingering in his mind.

The Black Betha met with the fleet coming from behind. The commander of the fleet was Sir Imry Florent. This knight was the king's brother-in-law, but Davos thought that his ability was far inferior to Cole.

The king had not seen Cole since the pre-battle council that day, and ordered him to stay at Storm's End.

King's Landing was in sight, and Imry Florent ordered the fleet to form ten attack lines and march towards the mouth of the Blackwater.