Game of Thrones: Joffrey the Chosen

After a long summer, the stars wept blood.

A cold darkness will engulf the world.

In this terrifying moment, a warrior will pull a burning sword from the flames.

That sword is the "Lightbringer," the hero's red sword.

The one who wields this sword is the reincarnation of Azor Ahai, who will drive away darkness and redeem all living beings.

Melisandre lay prostrate on the map table on Dragonstone, feeling the red sword slowly being pulled from her body.

Scorching hot.

Scalding hot.

With a tearing pain.

It also carried with it a sacred ecstasy.

The seed of Azor Ahai remained inside her.

She will have a child.

That wasn't an ordinary child; it was a weapon promised to her by the King of Light.

A shadow forged with the blood of a king, a blade capable of slicing through the throat of a heretic.

Melisandre closed her eyes, her fingers gripping the edge of the table, letting the last lingering sensation wash over her.

The boy from King's Landing.

That false king.

The servant of the other god, shrouded in shadow.

He must die.

……

When Melisandre first arrived at Dragonstone, Stannis Baratheon did not believe her.

The stern and aloof duke sat on his stone throne, scrutinizing her with his deep blue eyes, as if examining a fraudster.

But the servants of the King of Light are never lacking in patience.

Since the Duke was unwilling to listen, she first approached the Duke's wife, Cecilia Florence.

"Madam, you seem very anxious."

The woman, who was as tall and thin as her husband, cautiously raised her eyes.

Melisandre could see clearly through the flames.

Anxiety about childbirth and unhappiness in her marriage lurked in her heart like venomous snakes.

Stannis has been stationed in King's Landing for many years, leaving her alone on Dragonstone. She only fulfills her marital obligations once or twice a year, yet she always complains that she has only given birth to one daughter.

Celis believed that the Seven Gods had cursed her.

On their wedding night, King Robert occupied her bed and fathered an illegitimate child with her cousin.

The vacuum of faith needs to be filled.

Melisandre's voice is as warm as a flame.

"The Lord of Light is the only true God, Madam."

"He will not abandon the faithful; He will give you a prince, grant you authority, and bestow upon you a divine mission."

Celis converted to Christianity.

She also developed a following as a duchess, becoming Melisandre's most loyal follower.

And through her tireless efforts.

at last.

The prince in the prophecy.

He probably couldn't stand what his wife was saying anymore.

It's also possible that the pressure of being the perennial second-in-command under the shadow of the eldest brother was too great, causing him to explode.

He finally arrived.

"What can you see in the fire?"

Melisandre spread her hands out, palms facing the leaping flames in the fireplace.

"What would you like to know, sir?"

"Anything is fine," Stannis said.

So she looked at it.

The golden and scarlet illusions flickered and shifted before her eyes, sometimes coalescing into one, sometimes scattering and spreading outwards, and sometimes merging together in a surging motion.

She saw a towering mountain piercing the clouds, with seven towers on a white stone castle reaching straight into the sky.

A woman stood on the edge, holding her child and weeping bitterly.

The next instant, the tower collapsed.

The woman and child fell.

come down.

Finally, it disappeared into the swirling clouds.

Melisandre looked away from the flames.

"A woman and a child will die; they will be pushed off a castle built in the clouds."

Stannis scoffed dismissively and turned to leave.

But he didn't send her away.

Soon after, a raven arrived, confirming the changes at the Eyrie.

……

The days passed by amidst the crackling of the flames.

Melisandre knelt countless times before the sacred flame, searching for omens for the king who bore the fate of the world.

Thus, he was able to rule the kingdom and lead the good people to drive away the darkness that followed the long summer.

Suddenly, the flames changed.

She saw a deer emerge from among them.

Its entire body is snow-white, and its antlers resemble the branches of an ancient tree. Its pure appearance is like a gift from the King of Light.

If we can help Stannis obtain it, it will definitely solidify everyone's trust in her.

But then a blond boy came out.

He stretched out his hand, and countless evil shadows surged from his palm, wrapping around the white deer.

Force it to kneel down, force it to bow its head.

He forced it to submit to his feet.

The sunlight shone on them, igniting a rising flame.

But then an even darker shadow emerged from the flames.

The shadow rose from the boy's feet, wrapped around his legs, climbed up his chest, and finally solidified into a crown woven from weirwood.

The seven-faced phantom spiraled upwards, crowning him.

At this time.

A thousand faces appeared behind him.

A thousand eyes opened behind him.

Melisandre's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly retreated from the flames.

Her palms were sweating profusely.

That night.

She went to see Stannis.

"A false god?" The Duke frowned.

"The Old Gods, the Seven Gods, those false deities," Melisandre's voice was low.

"The Lord of Light is the only true God. All others are thieves in the darkness, accomplices of the God of Cold, and enemies of Rahlo."

"They chose that boy."

Stannis remained silent for a moment.

"The king's son?"

"Whether he is Robert's son is still up in the air."

Melisandre waited for him to continue.

"I've seen Robert's bastards," Stannis said in a flat voice, "those from Storm's End, the Vale, and a few from King's Landing."

"They all have black hair."

"I told Jon Arryn about it and asked him to look into it for me."

"Then he died."

Melisandre understood.

The boy's bloodline is fake, and those gods are fake too.

His throne was stolen.

“There’s something else in the flames,” she said. “King Robert.”

Stannis's eyes flickered slightly.

She looked at the flames again.

A huge, mountain-sized wild boar charged at a man holding a spear.

It broke the spear and drove its fangs into the man's abdomen.

The screen tore open.

She saw a red castle plunged into deep mourning, and a ship carrying the king sailed away, disappearing into the depths of the fog.

"Robert is dead," she told her king.

Stannis remained silent for a long time.

"Impossible." His voice was devoid of any emotion. "My elder brother is invincible; he couldn't possibly be dead."

He stood up and walked to the window.

They looked towards Blackwater Bay.

“That boy,” Melisandre said, “Joffrey. If Robert dies, he will be king.”

"But he shouldn't be king," Stannis muttered to himself.

"He is the son of a lion, not the son of a deer."

"According to the law, the throne should be yours, my lord."

"What good is the law?" Stannis turned around.

"He has the support of the North and the West, and my silly brother is hanging out with him. The whole of King's Landing is cheering for him."

"I only have a few thousand men on Dragonstone and a group of pirates."

"But you have the King of Light."

"You have the blood of a king."

Stannis narrowed his eyes slightly.

"How many armies can your Lord of Light give me?"

"No." Melisandre reached out and gently pressed her hand against his chest, feeling the beating of his heart.

"He will not give you an army."

"He can help you kill him directly."