The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

In the dark night, only a few stars dotted the boundless sky, shining faint starlight.

Hua La La~ Hua La La~ Hua La La~~ The black-sailed boat rowed quietly, leaving behind shallow ripples.

Davos Seaworth liked running water... Whenever he lay on the rocking deck, he fell asleep easily, and the "sigh" of the sea breeze on the rigging sounded far better to him than the singer plucking the strings. The tune is sweet.

Davos frowned, not even his favorite sea could give him comfort tonight.

The soft voice of the red priestess sounded: "I smell fear in you, Onion Knight."

Davos turned his head and looked over. Under the hood, Melisandre's face was pale.

After a pause, Davos said: "That's because some people often say that the night is dark and everything is dangerous."

He added: "Besides, tonight I am not a knight. Tonight I become the smuggler Davos again, and you are my onion."

After Davos finished speaking, the red-robed priestess laughed. Her laughter tonight was a little hearty.

Melisandre said: "Mr. Smuggler, are you afraid of me? Or are you afraid of our current errand?"

Davos denied: "Lady Melisandre, this is your own errand and has nothing to do with me."

Melisandre's tone was soft: "No, you set the sail and you control the rudder."

Davos: "…………"

The Onion Knight was silent and turned his attention to the ship he was driving.

After a moment of silence, the red priestess asked: "Are you a good person, Davos Seaworth?"

“Would a good person do such a thing?”

Davos seemed to be sighing: "I am a man, I am very good to my wife, but I have also met other women... I try to be a good father and fight for my children to have a place in this world... Yes , I have broken many laws... I can only say that I am a complicated person... Lady Melisandre, there are good things and bad things in me."

The red-robed priestess raised her eyes to look at the Onion Knight and said: "Neither black nor white, but both. You are a gray person... Is that so, Ser Davos?"

Davos shrugged slightly: "Even if it is, so what? In my opinion, most people in the world are like this."

Under the shadow of the hood, Melisandre's eyes were as bright as red candles: "If half of the onion is rotten and black, it is a bad onion. If a man is not a good person, he is a bad person." ."

The hull of the ship suddenly shook, and the canvas swayed. Melisandre calmly held the side of the ship, while Davos calmly pushed the tiller.

The black-sailed boat headed toward the coast, a forked ripple trailing behind the boat.

"You just talked about men and onions..."

Davos asked: "What about women? Aren't they the same? Lady Melisandre, are you a good person or a bad person?"

After listening to Davos's words, Melisandre chuckled: "That's a good question... Dear Sir, from my point of view, I am also a knight in some form. I am a fighter of light and life. ."

Light and life? Davos raised his eyebrows and said leisurely: "Tonight, I only smell the smell of death."

Melisandre laughed again: "Sir Davos... you are lost in darkness and chaos..."

Davos shrugged: "I have always been full of doubts."

"Servants of the strange gods often hide their dark hearts in beautiful light, so R'hllor gave the red priests the ability to reveal their disguises."

Melisandre sighed softly and continued: "Davos, you are a kind and good knight. Even if you are lost in darkness and chaos, you will not change your honesty and integrity."

Davos said calmly: "I am just a servant serving King Stannis."

Melisandre's strange and blood-red eyes looked at the Onion Knight and said: "Dear Sir, there is a hot flame burning in your body... If you are willing to serve your king, please visit me one night. In my room, I will bring you unprecedented pleasure."

The priestess's words were full of temptation, but Davos felt a chill spreading down his back.

Davos never wanted to have anything to do with her or her god. He abruptly changed the subject: "Lady Melisandre, the destination you chose is very close to the enemy. You...what are we going to do?"

Melisandre's lips curled up, and she remained silent until Davos's body became as stiff as ice, then she spoke: "Shadow is the servant of light, the descendant of flame. Only the most dazzling fire can Reflects the darkest shadows, ser."

Although Davos was confused, he stopped talking. He silently shook the oar and moved forward in the undulating black waves.

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After landing ashore, the red-robed priestess looked down and took the lead, with Davos following behind her.

Melisandre and Davos were walking in the dense forest, the moonlight shining on the ground through the gaps in the leaves, and their figures looming in the shadows, like ghosts in the darkness.

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Melisandre stopped in front of a cave and stood silently for a while. Her deep voice sounded: "This is it."

The priestess moved towards the direction of the cave. Davos looked at the misty and swaying light in Renly's camp, and followed him in with a solemn expression.

Inside the cave, Davos seemed to be swallowed up by darkness. He could only hear the low chanting of the priestess.

When the chanting ended, a dazzling light suddenly appeared in the darkness, and Davos reached out to cover his eyes.

Melisandre lifted her hood and shook off her tight dark red cloak.

The priestess was wearing nothing, the big ruby ​​around her neck seemed to be burning, and her belly was so bulging that it looked like it was going to burst.

Fear locked Davos in place, and he murmured: "Gods bless..."

Melisandre smiled slightly, her voice low and hoarse: "The blessing of the Lord of Light..."

"Uh..." The thought-provoking voice seemed extremely strange.

Melisandre's eyes were like burning flames. She gasped, squatted down, and spread her breasts... Liquid as black as ink couldn't help but gush out from between her buttocks.

Melisandre cried, unable to tell whether she was in pain or in rage.

After a while, Davos saw the head of the child wearing the crown struggling to squeeze out of the body of the priestess, and then two hands, twisting, grasping, entangling... Finally... the black shadow stood up, it was bigger than Davos. Si is still high.

The black shadow was very fast, almost "flying" away from here in the blink of an eye, but Davos recognized it at once.

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In the darkness before dawn, the king's tent in Renly's camp was brightly lit with candles, making the silk tent seem to glow, like a majestic magical castle that emitted green light.

Inside the tent, coal briquettes were burning in more than a dozen small iron basins. Brienne, one of the Rainbow Seven Guards, was wearing armor for Renly Baratheon... The dark green armor was like leaves in the summer forest. The color is so deep green that it seems to be able to absorb the flames of candlelight... The golden light flickers on the buttons and accessories of the armor, like a swaying will-o'-the-wisp in the woods.

Count Randyll Tarly of Horn Hill Castle and Count Matus Rowan of Golden Tree City were discussing deployment and tactics.

"King Renly..."

Count Matus stepped forward and saluted: "At this moment, our army is ready. Why wait for dawn? Blow the horn and let us march."

Brienne was fastening the dark green back and breastplate to King Renly's padded coat. His eyes moved slightly and said: "Earl Matus, I want a glorious and glorious victory, not a glorious victory." We won by a sneak attack without any sense of chivalry, and dawn was the agreed time for the war to begin."

Lord Landau came over and said: "King Renly, dawn is the time Stannis chooses. He wants to take advantage of the rising sun to attack us. At that time, our soldiers were almost half-blind."

King Renly was very confident: "Stannis' few troops can only cause a moment of terror at most."

Brienne tightened his green belt and buckled the golden buckle. Renly turned around and said with a smile: "After my brother dies, no one is allowed to insult his body. He is my blood brother, and I No one is allowed to put his head on a gun and show it around."

Count Matus had a smile on his face and bowed slightly.

Lord Randyll frowned and asked, "King Renly, what if he surrenders?"

King Renly raised his chin and asked Brienne to fasten the gorget: "Surrender? My brother would rather eat a mouse than surrender."

Earl Matus smiled and said, "Our Duke of Highgarden understands this matter very well."

King Renly laughed and pushed his hair back. Brienne tied it with velvet bands and put a small padded hat around his ears to lighten the weight of the helmet.

Then Brienne put the cloak on King Renly's broad shoulders, with the crowned stag of House Baratheon set in black jade.

King Renly put on his golden antlered helmet, moved his neck, and suddenly said: "By the way, if Barristan Selmy is in my brother's camp, remember to capture him alive."

Earl Matus hesitated and said, "King Renly, Ser Barristan has disappeared since he was driven out of the Red Keep by Joffrey."

"I know that old man. He needs a king to protect him, otherwise what is he?"

King Renly put the lobster-shaped, gold and green glove into his left hand, while Brienne knelt on the ground to tie his belt. The belt seemed heavy due to the long sword and dagger.

King Renly moved and continued: "Although Robb Stark claims to be the king, he is not qualified to inherit the Iron Throne. So, since he did not side with me, only Stannis is left. ”

"As you wish, no harm will come to him, my lord." Count Landau and Count Matus both bowed and left.

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Not long after they left, a sudden gust of wind blew open the tent door. At this time, there were only King Renly and Brienne in the tent.

Brienne immediately grasped the handle of the sword, her usual dull expression had long since disappeared, and she looked sharply towards the door.

Brienne, who had drawn her sword, frowned slightly. She clearly felt something move in, but found nothing.

King Renly noticed Brienne's movement and casually asked with a smile: "What's the matter, my blue guard?"

Brienne's heartbeat accelerated, as if it was about to jump out of her chest, and she turned her head... Although there was no basis for it, Brienne had to report the inexplicable danger she felt to her king. This was her duty.

Looking back, Brienne's pupils shrank suddenly... A black haze appeared in the green tent, and the candlelight flickered with trembling light. Renly's sword was securely tucked at his waist, but his swaying shadow raised the sword.

King Renly's confused voice sounded: "It's so cold..."

Brienne's pupils dilated instantly... The steel plate on King Renly's throat was gently cut open like cotton by a non-existent shadow sword. He only had time to let out a small and rough gasp, and blood spurted out. It blocks the throat.

"No!!!" Brienne cried heartbreakingly, like a frightened little girl.

The candles were extinguished, and King Renly staggered and fell into Brienne's arms. A large amount of blood flowed in front of the armor. He struggled to speak, but was choked by his own blood.

Brienne raised her head and cried loudly, but she was unable to form words in extreme pain.

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There was a smell of rain in the night air, and King Renly's tent was completely on fire. The flames soared into the night sky, and people rushed past, shouting about fire, murder, and witchcraft.

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"I never held him until the moment he died...I will kill him with my own hands and avenge him with his sword...I swear! I swear! I swear!"

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The morning light caressed the fields of Storm's End with its long fingers.

Under the mist, warriors rode on horses and held up vague spears. The tips of ten thousand spears shone with golden cold light. The endless flying battle flags showed red, pink, orange, blue, white and brown, shining on the noble spirit. golden.

An hour ago they had been Renly Baratheon's army, now they belonged to Stannis Baratheon.

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Crab Claw Peninsula, Whispering City.

In the study, Green Kleb waved the quill in his hand: Dear Ned...

The quill paused, and Green's eyes trembled slightly... After all, Robb Stark has declared himself the King of the North, so Ed Stark's title needs to be considered.

This is related to political stance... Green thought for a moment and added - uncle.

The quill in Green's hand continued to wave: I write this letter with an extremely heavy heart... Jon has won the respect of everyone with his integrity and courage in a strange continent...

After a pause, he dipped his hands in ink, and continued to write: Jon had a sweet love, and he also found the warmth he once longed for... As a commander, he led troops to wipe out several bandit groups... He For his duty...he for his honor...may the gods old and new bless...

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After writing the letter, Green put it into an envelope and sealed it with the seal of Swamp Marigold.