Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Melisandre stood on the tower of Harrenhal. The battlements that looked like black bats stretched out their spikes ferociously, but in fact they were just stones that had been polished very smooth by stonemasons. They even felt a little soft and had no It looks so sharp.

She put her hands on the battlements, and the Divine Eye Lake was like a large piece of copper foil, sparkling under the afterglow of the setting sun, adding a layer of mysterious golden gauze to the calm lake surface, deeply hiding the blue and clear beauty of the Divine Eye Lake. Below, it stretches as far as the eye can see.

Ever since the blood sacrifice was performed at Harrenhal with the help of the Stark family's blood containing ancient magic, the ruby ​​hanging around Melisandre's neck has been dim, unlike before, which could still show blood red in the dark night. Glossy, shining.

Magi Luo sat quietly aside, playing the harp in his hand and making bursts of sound.

The harp did not belong to him, but Magro had borrowed it from a bard who had arrived at Harrenhal the night before to entertain the lord.

"Bang!~" The strings made a sound, which seemed to disturb Melisandre. She turned to look at herself.

"Sorry," Magiro waved his hand and expressed his apology, "It's just that you stayed here for too long. What is there in that lake that you love so much?"

Melisandre opened her red lips lightly and uttered only one word, "The truth." The secret of Harrenhal's curse, the truth about the dragon that appeared in the blood sacrifice, Melisandre thought of the black viscous liquid on the dragon and shuddered. .

Magi Luo stopped talking. He knew that he could not figure out what the red-robed woman was thinking. He had seen too many such riddle-like remarks.

He picked up the harp, stood up, and looked at Melisandre, "You said you would leave a dragon for the Duke, a dragon hatched from stone. The dragon egg is in the castle, but it looks like a glowing egg. "Stone," Ma Qiluo said hesitantly, "the night is dangerous and you know our situation well."

Melisandre just glanced at Magiro briefly, without answering, and continued to look at the God's Eye Lake illuminated by the setting sun.

She was sure whether the dragon in the stone could appear. She believed that the power given to her by the Lord of Light was true. However, the aura of Harrenhal made her uneasy. Stark's bloodline was like the rhythm happening around the castle. The minstrel's harp ditty connects very naturally.

The Lord of Light seems to have never set foot here, Melisandre thought to herself, the thought just came out, fear gradually wrapped around her body like water plants buried at the bottom of the lake.

But in just a moment, she drove away these unnecessary emotions and thoughts from her mind, glanced at the endless Divine Eye Lake with a hint of depth in her eyes, turned around and walked towards the tower.

"Are you sure?" Attis listened to Melisandre's statement silently, and instead of rushing to agree, he asked aloud.

Melisandre's red eyes stared at Attis. She always gave people a mysterious temperament, and her faint smile hid her confidence.

This confidence was given to her by R'hllor, Attis thought to himself.

"There are secrets hidden in the Lake of God's Eye, my true king," Melisandre said softly, "The frost and bleeding dead trees, the running wolves and the green lake water, the thousands of faces hidden on the island, this is the King of Light Give me the answer."

"The Lord of Light also told me in his dream," Attis was not convinced. "He showed me that ice pierced the chest of a wolf-headed man. I thought it was Stark, but the Stark family was intact. , all fine."

"The wolves that were running on the ice sheet were thrown off the cliff by the eagles in the mountains. Stark, who has lost his limbs, may never be able to conquer the north again." Melisandre seemed to have prepared her words a long time ago, saying to Attis, "Everything We all have a destiny, and the road ahead is always dark and dangerous. We don’t have the light of wisdom, so we can only move forward gropingly. We will inevitably encounter loss of control, and perhaps, accidents will come quietly soon. "

Melisandre's voice still has a magical power that attracts people to listen. She gradually approaches Attis, and the light fragrance of the red robe lingers in Attis's breath.

Attis stared at the red-robed woman, his eyes moving slightly. The foreign Red God Witch in front of him had subdued the mountain clans that had been fighting against the valley for thousands of years for him. He believed that he could become the true king and used the prophecy of the Red God to disperse many people. The unknown told him a lot of information and was his own meritorious service.

Even logically speaking, Aelin should be more grateful to this believer of R'hllor. He had never really given her anything, and even his request to preach in the Riverlands was rejected by him on the grounds that it was not the right time.

Melisandre seems to have no desire and only wants to help him ascend to the Iron Throne.

"You are the prophesied prince, destined to be the true king of salvation. Help us dispel the long night." Melisandre's beautiful face pressed against Attis's chest, and the hot touch spread immediately, "No need to question this, you are sure I can look back at all you have done, the dying wolf, the tired lion, the mountains and the valleys, the flowing waters and the plains, the people who look up to the sky and see only the wings of the eagle.”

"Let me go to Thousand Faces Island, let me find the secret of Harrenhal, the secret of dragons, let me hatch stone dragons for you, and clear the obstacles for you to become king." Melisandre's red robe fell off silently, leaving her naked The white body was revealed in Attis' sight. Melisandre's hands reached forward, and her lips bit together, entwined.

"God's Eye Lake is too big," Attis let Melisandre's teasing go, his voice slightly breathy, "We need ships."

Melisandre's lips were close to her ear, "So we need a ship, my true king, the truth is in front of us, we can't pass it by," she took off Attis's tedious clothes, guided him into the bed, and shared the pillow And sleep.

In the weirwood forest of the Thousand Faces Isle, there was a sudden cry of crows. Scarlet eyes opened and closed, and pairs of eyes were exposed under the thick green moss, looking at the weirwood faces with bleeding eyes one by one. Several short figures first appeared in the corners of the glow of fireflies, and then one by one, they all emerged from the forest.

Among these figures, there were big and small, hunched bodies, huge bodies, human appearance, and elf ears. One after another, thousands of faces appeared on the Thousand Faces Isle.

The crows' cries did not weaken, and the volume continued to rise. The crows flapped their wings and flew around in the weirwood forest in a disorderly manner, as if they were threatened by natural enemies.

"There are birds singing on the lake," the sentry on the tower of Harrenhal whispered, "the cry of crows."

The night watch knight looked at the God's Eye Lake shrouded in darkness through the gap in the visor, and pondered in silence.

A letter was brought by ravens to Saltpans, to the little town at the crossroads, in the name of Lord Artis Arryn, seeking shipwrights and offering them a large salary.