Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon

It is said that the assassin who could perform magic tricks once again before his execution, hoping to escape the crime by using this strange face-changing trick, in an attempt to make the morning trial unfair and challenge the majesty of the law. It is said that this matter reached His Majesty's ears. In order to ensure the fairness of the criminal law, the trial was notarized by twelve notaries of the highest standard, and a second trial was held.

Among them was even the legendary iron guard "Fearless Barristan" in the ballad. This old knight notarized that the wound on the assassin's body was exactly the same as the location of his attack, and condemned the shameless means of this evil man challenging the dignity of the law.

But this brought other problems.

Compared with the assassin prisoner who sounded a bit inexplicable, people were more shocked that "Fearless Barristan" appeared on Dragonstone Island and became the iron guard of Dragon King Viserys - they couldn't tell them apart, and they eliminated an assassin who sneaked into the castle for the Dragon King.

This trial became the main attraction because of Barristan's appearance.

But the assassin was still beheaded. According to the law, his crime was sentenced, and an Unsullied executioner cut off his head. Although he was an assassin, his body would be kept at the execution ground for a day and a night according to the law, waiting for his relatives and friends to collect his body. If no one came to collect his body for a day and a night, his body would be disposed of by the gravedigger according to the law. Because his name was unknown, it would be buried in an unknown grave.

On that day, the priest of R'hllor, who had been appearing from time to time on Dragonstone, left Dragonstone by boat. In the second half of the night, a new ship arrived at the port, and a beautiful woman wrapped tightly got off the ship accompanied by two silent guards and entered Dragonstone. That night, she passed the checkpoint on the mountain road up the town and entered the castle, and lived in the middle floor of the tower on the right rear of the main castle near the back mountain.

Soon, the woman was quietly summoned to the bedroom of the regent princess behind the main hall on the second floor, where she secretly met the king.

This process sounds weird, but it is the fact.

There were only Viserys and the woman in the room. He asked: "Since you have accepted my offer, Lady Fremy, please tell me clearly your identity and origin."

She was wearing a pink dress prepared in the tower with long lace sleeves. If it weren't for her nature, people would think that this woman was elegant, slim, beautiful, and inexplicably holy and pure. Anyone who didn't know the truth might be deceived by her appearance. Once the eyes stopped on her, it was difficult to move away.

But Viserys knew the truth. This woman was full of danger.

"Your Majesty," she answered devoutly, "I am one of the nine priests of the Great Temple of Lys, and Fremi is my name. But these things are essentially meaningless. We are all tools of R'hllor, and our purpose of existence is only one: to block the darkness.

The reason why I can find you is because of Maqiro, who is the priest sent by Benero, the Supreme Priest of the Temple of the Lord of Light, to find you. He waited for you and Her Highness Daenerys at the Lord of Tyrosh under the guidance of the Lord of Light. After Maqiro came into contact with Her Highness Daenerys, fate became unpredictable, and the direction of the Holy Fire became unclear and difficult to interpret.

At that time, we did not understand that the person the Lord of Light really guided us to find was you.

In the Great Temple of Lys, we held a ceremony, and the Holy Fire chose me among many acolytes, so I followed R'hllor's guidance and took His gift and crossed the Summer Sea to find you.

But at that time, I misinterpreted the Holy Fire and thought that the Lord of Light asked me to find Her Highness Daenerys. You took it from me. The necklace you took away was a magical instrument given to you by the Patriarch when you became a high priest. I once mistakenly thought it was a gift from God. It was not until you took it away that I realized it was a shackle. The holy fire given by the Lord of Light is in my body, but I have always relied on external things.

Your Majesty, please accept your mission and become the prince in the prophecy.

You turned from a human into a dragon on the sea, and sent down flames to burn ships. You should be reborn in the land of smoke and salt.

Awaken the dragon in the stone, and you are the three-headed dragon, and the Lightbringer is the flaming sword in your mouth.

No matter the legend of Targaryen or the prophecy of the ancient book of Asshai, all prophecies have come true in you!

I prayed every day these days, and the holy fire became stronger and stronger. I finally understood that I was the fireflyer who gave you the holy fire from R'hllor. This is my mission.

Please accept the holy fire in me, R'hllor's gift, so that your Lightbringer will be more blazing and lead the world away from darkness. "

She became excited as she spoke, and her red eyes looked at Viserys with expectation.

Viserys felt a toothache: "How to accept it?"

Flemmy took a step forward, knelt on her knees and pulled open the collar of her clothes without saying anything, revealing her whiteness and plumpness under her clothes, and opened her chest to Viserys without reservation. But this scene did not make Viserys feel the spring scenery was charming, because there was a faint red flame swaying and burning under her fair skin. She prayed: "The holy fire in my body, the prince in the prophecy, please accept it."

Viserys thought she was probably crazy: "You open your chest, do you want me to kill you, like Azor Ahai treated Nissa Nissa, and insert the light messenger you thought into your still beating heart?"

"Yes, this must be the right way." She confirmed.

"." Viserys covered his face speechlessly, thinking that the decision to let her enter the castle was a mistake, "What if this is not the right way?"

"I am the daughter of the Patriarch, a firewalker who remains pure to receive the gift of God," she stared at him with strange and blood-red eyes, "Now that the power of God has been bestowed, you can try any method on me to receive this gift, and you can do anything to me if you need."

Viserys wanted to ask something else, but the hidden meaning behind her words shocked Viserys, and he couldn't ask any more: "Godian! Come, send her back to the room, let the person who was responsible for monitoring her before watch her, and she is not allowed to take a step without my order."

The captain of the guards outside the door responded.

The fanatical cultist sighed, she covered her messy clothes with her body, stepped back a little, and slowly stood up: "The hero is determined to escape his fate and lost in darkness and chaos."

Viserys shook his head: "You are wrong, I am not the hero you are talking about."

After the cultist was taken away, Viserys got up reluctantly and went back upstairs. Seeing Daenerys, the first thing he said was: "The situation is more serious than expected."

He had deliberately kept Daenerys away from the scene, thinking that he could test the Red God priest's purpose without hesitation, but he didn't expect that the other party would be so frank.

"What's wrong?"

"Her god planted a flame in her body, and she firmly believed that if she passed the flame to me in the form of a prophecy, I would be able to completely meet all the conditions of the prophecy. This is too terrible. I can't imagine if I accept the flame, and the person who controls this body later is me, or a so-called hero named Azor Ahai."

The flame on the cultist is most likely the magic of a true god. Even the magic curse of the dragonbinder made Viserys terrified. Now here comes a "gift" from R'hllor, one of the possible true gods in this world.

In order to send this gift, the Red God specially chose a pure and beautiful carrier. Viserys didn't even want to touch her, let alone have anything happen with her. He saw the flames swaying under her skin, and he might be entangled by the flames if he touched her lightly.

According to Fremi, R'hllor discovered Viserys before he went to Tyrosh, and the red comet had not appeared yet. If you think about it carefully, the White Walkers representing the power of the God of Cold appeared outside the Wall before Eddard Stark went south. R'hllor's power, who is also a true god, must not have revived after the appearance of the red comet. Think about it again, the patched face who can predict, the faceless man of the House of Black and White, the witch who can do black magic, and the mysterious existence that controls Daenerys's dreams, these things related to mysterious magic have never been cut off in this world

Fremi is undoubtedly a dangerous person. But Viserys still kept her, he thought. In a sense, can it be said that he has already got a Nissa Nissa, and the next step is to find another Azor Ahai, and let that person stab the hero's red sword into her chest, which will satisfy the prophecy?

Daenerys stepped forward and held his hand: "Since she is so dangerous, should we stay away from her and send her back to Lys?"

"We are in the center of the vortex, and many things are unavoidable."

Daenerys said: "It would be great if I could help you with this."

"You don't have to think so. We have come this far together." Viserys changed the subject, "By the way, do you remember what she said when she cast a spell on the assassin today? She called the assassin a 'servant of the false god, the poisoner of the alien god'. The Thousand-Faced God is a false god in her eyes, but she did not deny the power of the Thousand-Faced God, and there is also the 'alien god'. There is only one alien god in her mouth, and that is the other side of their so-called war. I wanted to ask her these questions, but what she said made me feel that it is very dangerous to continue communicating with her."

With no ideas, Dany simply changed the subject: "Speaking of things you think are dangerous, Shireen Baratheon came to me for the second time today, wanting to rescue her friend Patchface or meet him."

Viserys replied to her: "She has vassal and knights around her this time, someone must have taught her something, let me hear it and see if it is convincing?"

Daenerys relayed to her: "She said: 'Your Majesty the Dragon King is a wise king. He can treat even the enemies on the battlefield so well. Why should he embarrass an ordinary jester? Patchface is just a foolish jester who can sing strange songs. If Your Majesty thinks he is noisy, you can put away his clanking stag-horn helmet.'"

"First put a high hat on me, then talk about reason, and set me up. It's like a child's joke. She has a good lobbyist under her." Viserys said, "I will summon her in person tomorrow."

Compared with the priests of the Red God, Patchface may not be as dangerous as imagined.

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Shireen shrank her hands nervously, but still stood up firmly. She stood opposite the Picture Table Hall and looked at the king sitting on the main seat.

She had always watched from afar in the viewing seat before. This was the first time she had a face-to-face communication with the king alone. The king was kinder and gentler than what she had seen in the viewing seat.

"Sit down and tell me," Viserys asked her, "Why do you insist on rescuing your jester instead of your vassal, your knights, like the Onion Knight and your uncle? Don't you want to rescue them?"

"They." The girl sat down carefully, a little reserved. She didn't seem to have thought about this question. She just asked based on her innocent intuition, "Aren't they doing well now?"

Viserys looked at the girl, who had blue eyes, a square chin, and large ears inherited from the Florent family, and a melancholy expression. Greyscale caused the skin on the left side of her face and most of her neck to be covered with gray-black dead skin. It is hard to say that she is a beautiful little girl, but she is kind and cute, but Viserys hopes that she can take on the responsibility of the Stormlands.

"No, they are my prisoners now, and whether they are good or not depends on my will." Viserys said, "I have been waiting for you to come to me and ask for people to rescue your vassals and knights. They surrendered because of your words. You are your father's only heir, and you are their future lord, Shireen Baratheon. They will obey your orders and fight for you. How old are you now?"

"I am ten years old."

"Ten years old. Sorry," Viserys sighed, "Alas, this age should indeed be the age for playing, having fun, and being carefree. This is my vision of being king. The adults will do their jobs, and the children can play freely. , growing up carefree. Alas, war. Shireen Baratheon, I will let your jester out. You and Edric are both children. Let him play with you in Aegon's Garden and bring more joy to the castle. I was too impatient. You are not ready to be a lord. Well, go back. Patchface will come out soon. "

The girl hesitated: "I"

Viserys looked at her expectantly: "Do you have anything else to say?"

She shook her head: "No."

Viserys smiled kindly at her: "Okay, go back and play."

The girl saved the jester, but she couldn't be happy. When she went down to the hall, she heard the sound of the surrendered people coming out of the parade ground outside, and she felt a little bad.

Onion Knight Davos saw her and approached her within the activity area. Seeing that she was a little unhappy, he hurriedly greeted her: "Princess Shireen, are you okay?"

Shireen saw him and approached: "Sir Davos."

"." Davos was still not used to Shireen calling him that, so he just asked, "Your Majesty the Dragon King still hasn't agreed?"

Shireen hurriedly explained: "No, His Majesty has agreed."

Onion Knight asked curiously: "Then why are you unhappy?"

"Sir Davos, what should I do to be a good lord?"

If it is a galgame, accepting the holy fire of the Red God priest here can directly pass a bad ending.