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An assassin?
Stannis had actually dispatched an assassin to execute her?
Melisandre's brain violently buzzed.
She had literally just snapped awake from that apocalyptic nightmare. In her dream, the Lord of Light she had absolutely worshipped for over a millennium felt exactly like the Great Other—the literal god of eternal night and death!
And that horrifying god had explicitly told her that Stannis was the absolute true chosen one! And that Lynn was nothing but a false apostle actively stealing divine power!
If the Lord of Light had genuinely descended and delivered that exact divine mandate directly to Stannis, then he would absolutely believe he was the literal savior of the world!
And regardless of his exact reasoning, a traitor like herself would undeniably be at the absolute top of his kill list!
Melisandre wasn't afraid of dying. She had literally just died hours ago.
What she was absolutely terrified of was having the profound, entirely new freedom she had just secured violently, permanently incinerated by that unhinged lunatic, Stannis!
No!
She absolutely could not let that happen!
Melisandre aggressively threw the blankets off. She didn't even bother to grab her shoes, sprinting completely barefoot straight out of the bedroom!
She had to find Lynn!
She had to tell him absolutely everything!
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Inside the main hall of the Tower of the Hand.
Lynn was lounging comfortably in the heavy seat of honor. Cersei and Lyanna were standing on either side of him, acting exactly like the absolute most submissive, devoted handmaidens, gently massaging his shoulders.
Sansa was standing nearby, meticulously and carefully preparing his breakfast.
The apocalyptic, reality-shattering events of yesterday had completely, permanently rewritten the psychological programming of all three women—especially Cersei. Their entire attitude toward Lynn had undergone a violent, absolute paradigm shift.
Right at that exact second.
"My Lord!"
Melisandre violently burst into the hall like a literal hurricane.
Her face was completely drained of color, her vibrant hair was heavily tangled, and she was entirely barefoot. She looked absolutely frantic.
"What is it?" Lynn slowly lowered his goblet, casually raising his eyes to look at her.
Cersei and the others immediately stopped what they were doing, heavily scrutinizing the red-robed woman who had just aggressively interrupted them.
Melisandre completely ignored their glares.
She rapidly closed the distance, sprinting right up to Lynn and aggressively thrusting the heavily crumpled piece of parchment into his hands.
"My Lord! Look at this!" Her voice violently shook with panic.
Lynn casually took the note and skimmed it.
His face didn't register a single fraction of surprise.
Stannis dispatching a shadow assassin to execute Melisandre? Wasn't that just standard, highly predictable operating procedure for him?
"I've read it." Lynn casually tossed the heavily loaded intelligence report onto the nearest table.
Melisandre stared at Lynn's completely dead, unbothered face, a massive wave of absolute confusion violently crashing over her.
That... that was his entire reaction?!
That was Stannis Baratheon! The most unhinged, rigidly stubborn lunatic in the Seven Kingdoms! If he dispatched an assassin, he absolutely would not stop until the target was permanently dead!
"My Lord, you..."
"Don't panic." Lynn casually cut her off.
He reached out, pointing a single finger directly at a small, burning candle sitting on the table.
"Come here. Look dead into the flames."
"Let's see exactly what he's doing."
Melisandre completely obeyed.
She stepped up to the table, locking her crimson eyes entirely onto the small, flickering flame.
Lynn slowly stood up and walked over, standing directly behind her. He gently, firmly placed his hand flat against her shoulder.
"The flames will show you absolutely everything," Lynn whispered lethally into her ear.
Melisandre slowly closed her eyes.
She instinctively attempted to channel the absolute power she had wielded for a millennium, desperately trying to violently rip fragments of the future from the fire.
But it completely failed.
She had actively, permanently surrendered absolutely all of her divine authority directly to Lynn. The Lord of Light she had worshipped no longer acknowledged her.
Right now, she was nothing more than a completely normal, powerless mortal. She couldn't feel a single goddamn thing inside that flame.
Just as a heavy wave of crushing disappointment hit her...
A massive, burning surge of absolute, omnipotent power violently erupted from Lynn's hand, aggressively flooding straight into her nervous system!
The next fraction of a second.
The pitch-black void behind her eyelids was violently, permanently annihilated by a massive, roaring inferno!
Fiery Divination! Lynn was actively using the exact god-tier skill he had just violently extracted from her!
Melisandre's breathing completely stopped.
She saw it.
A highly vivid, crystal-clear vision aggressively manifested directly within the roaring flames.
It was Dragonstone.
Inside the freezing, heavily shadowed great hall, Stannis Baratheon was standing aggressively over his massive Painted Table.
His rigid face was completely warped by a terrifying, psychotic level of absolute fanaticism Melisandre had never seen before!
"The Lord of Light has personally delivered his absolute divine mandate!"
Stannis's voice violently roared from the flames, echoing with an apocalyptic, terrifying gravity.
"That bastard Lynn in King's Landing! He actively stole divine power! He permanently desecrated the absolute glory of the one true God!"
"And I, Stannis Baratheon, am the absolute, one true chosen envoy of the Lord of Light!"
"I will wield the sacred fire, and I will violently, permanently incinerate every single heretic in this realm!"
The fiery vision violently shifted.
Stannis aggressively marched out of the fortress, stepping directly onto the massive, freezing training grounds.
Nearly five thousand heavily armed soldiers, all wearing the signature antlered helms of House Baratheon, were standing in rigid, dead-silent formation.
"Soldiers!"
Stannis violently ripped his heavy longsword from its scabbard, thrusting the steel high into the freezing sky.
"Are you prepared to follow me?! To swear absolute fealty to the one, true God, the Lord of Light?!"
"Are you prepared to use your steel to violently defend the absolute glory of God?!"
The training grounds remained in dead silence.
The thousands of soldiers just stared at each other in heavy, blank confusion. They had absolutely no fucking clue what was wrong with their notoriously rigid, joyless Lord.
Why the hell was he suddenly violently preaching like a rabid cult leader?
Stannis stared out at the sea of paralyzed, uncomprehending faces. He didn't show a single ounce of disappointment.
He slowly lowered his sword, his dead, freezing gaze heavily scanning every single man in the ranks.
"Right now, I require my absolute most devoted soldier."
"A true warrior who is entirely, completely willing to surrender his soul directly to the Lord of Light!"
A heavy, uneasy ripple violently swept through the massive formation.
A moment later.
A young soldier—who looked no older than sixteen or seventeen, his face still holding a trace of naive innocence—nervously broke ranks and stepped forward.
"I am willing, My Lord!"
The boy dropped heavily to one knee, his face completely saturated with absolute, unquestioning hero-worship for Stannis.
"Excellent."
Stannis marched directly up to the boy. He slowly lowered his sword, gently resting the razor-sharp tip directly against the center of the young soldier's forehead.
"In the absolute name of the Lord of Light."
"I completely bestow upon you... the power of fire!"
The absolute second the words left his mouth.
A completely impossible, apocalyptic scene violently detonated!
A massive, violently burning orb of bright orange fire miraculously materialized directly in the center of the young soldier's bare palm!
The flame wasn't massive, but it aggressively radiated an impossible, searing heat!
The young boy was completely, permanently paralyzed.
And the entire army of five thousand men standing on the training grounds completely lost their fucking minds!
They stared at the boy's burning hand in absolute, reality-shattering disbelief, their jaws literally hitting the freezing dirt!
A miracle!
That was a literal, undeniable fucking miracle!
"Do you see it?!"
Stannis's voice violently detonated like a literal thunderbolt, aggressively slamming into the ears of every single man!
"This is the absolute grace of the Lord of Light!"
"As long as you swear absolute, fanatic devotion to Him! Every single one of you will possess this exact, omnipotent power!"
"You will no longer be pathetic, expendable mortals!"
"You will be the absolute, unstoppable Knights of the Sacred Fire walking the earth!"
BOOM!
The entire massive training ground violently, apocalyptically erupted!
"A miracle! It's a literal miracle!"
"I want it! I want the power of fire!"
"All hail the Lord of Light! All hail Lord Stannis!"
The highly disciplined soldiers completely snapped. They aggressively threw their heavy steel weapons into the dirt and violently dropped to their knees!
They began frantically screaming the name of the Lord of Light! They were screaming Stannis's name!
The sheer, apocalyptic fanaticism completely dwarfed the most psychotic, unhinged religious cults!
And right at that exact second.
The vision within the flames violently snapped to black.
Back inside the Tower of the Hand.
Melisandre violently ripped her eyes open!
She was heavily, raggedly gasping for air, her flawless face completely warped by profound, apocalyptic terror and absolute shock!
She finally, completely understood!
Stannis wasn't just dispatching an assassin to execute her!
He was absolutely coming to permanently execute Lynn!
He had completely, permanently lost his fucking mind!
He was actively using the apocalyptic power bestowed upon him by the Great Other to violently forge a massive army of hyper-fanatical, fire-wielding zealots!
"My Lord!"
Melisandre aggressively spun around.
She locked onto Lynn, her voice violently vibrating with sheer, absolute panic.
"We absolutely have to prepare for war immediately! Stannis's army is..."
"I know."
Lynn stared at Melisandre's completely terrified face and let out a dark, highly amused chuckle.
"An army of brain-dead grunts playing with matches."
"Why exactly should I be afraid of that?"
He slowly turned around, locking his dead gaze out the massive window, staring directly toward the distant horizon where Dragonstone sat.
"Honestly, I'm highly looking forward to it."
"I really want to see exactly how massive of an army Stannis can violently brainwash with this little magic trick."