Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

He stood at the top of the lighthouse, surrounded by four pale pillars, like an empty bag with its mouth exposed. The sea breeze rushed in impatiently, squeezing his face.

Stannis opened his chapped lips. He didn't know why he felt thirsty. He couldn't help sniffing desperately at the salty smell and moisture in the sea breeze, just wanting to be closer to the water.

The smell became more intense, and a sea breeze filled his throat.

"Ugh~" Stannis bent over and retched, enduring the discomfort in his throat.

He knelt on the ground, then folded his arms to prop himself up.

I am the king. Stannis straightened his legs instinctively and reached out to hold on to the pillar beside him.

He looked up. "Where are we?" Stannis asked.

Dark clouds are gathering, and thunder is hidden in the clouds, hanging on the sea like a black mirror.

The Narrow Sea?

Ridiculous, he smiled slowly, a little reluctantly. Except for a few times in his life, he rarely set foot north of Redwyne Strait. Apart from the Narrow Sea, where else could it be...

He raised his head and looked into the distance, his eyes wandering in a trance.

A ship, drifting like a leaf, slowly sank, falling into the broken black mirror.

Stannis stared at the ship with wide eyes.

The crowned stag stands erect on the bow of the ship, drifting in the wind, and the white foam beating against the broken hull of the ship seems to be grabbing the stag's pale little hands, tightly grabbing the antlers, and dragging it to the bottom of the sea.

His trembling body stopped in place, and his dazed eyes focused on the distance.

Shipwreck Bay.

"Duke Stephen, Lady Cassana's mother and father." Stannis's lips moved and he called out of instinct. His voice was originally low and hoarse, trapped in the lighthouse, but gradually became louder and even sounded like a resentful woman. A roar like a scream, high-pitched and long.

He was so helpless, he was gradually losing control. His consciousness gradually rose, and what he saw when he looked down was a madman whose limbs were twitching and his mouth was wide open, screaming.

The cold water hit Stannis's basin like a headache hitting a cold wall.

He woke up tremblingly, and the shadows of him and the jailer were reflected in the dim dungeon.

Stannis remembered, he was in the dungeons of the Red Keep, he lost the war

The king who lost his crown lowered his head and groaned.

The jailer shook the water basin, making a clanking sound, and stared at him silently.

"What are you talking about?" The jailer's face was expressionless. To be precise, he couldn't see his face in the dark. He only knew that he was a huge guard.

The king lowered his head, still humming.

The jailer frowned, and he leaned his head closer, trying to get closer

But he looked Stannis in the eye.

Clear and divine, shining in the firelight like two bright pearls.

The jailer couldn't help but lean back and staggered on his legs.

"Your Majesty." The words came out of his mouth. Only then did he realize that he had said the wrong thing. He stood up in embarrassment and patted the dust on his clothes pretending to cover up.

Celine Stannis's daughter appeared in front of his eyes, and he choked out her daughter's name.

Joffrey sat on the Iron Throne, stroking the body of his crossbow.

Sansa stood among the women, her head lowered, and her gaze moved up to the throne from time to time.

Margaery's hand was holding her arm. Contrary to the timidity she showed, her confidence shone brightly, and almost all the eyes in the throne room were attracted to her.

But with a smile, Margaery could always turn her flattery and attention to Joffrey, earning the king enough vanity in one morning.

Sansa also fell into it. She was always aroused by Margaery's words and smiled accordingly.

To her disquiet and surprise, these smiles were laced with genuine emotion.

She was shaking with fear, and others must have thought she was excited.

Margaery grabbed her hand in time and looked at herself with bright eyes. Meeting this look, the fear in her heart was immediately suppressed, and Sansa smiled, filled with gratitude.

Ser Sandor Clegane told some unknown joke, and Joffrey laughed heartily on the Iron Throne. His laughter echoed high in the throne room, attracting everyone's attention.

Sansa raised her head and happened to see the twisted scars that occupied most of the Hound's face. Those eyes that had seen the last faces of countless dead people were staring at her silently.

Sansa nodded slightly, lowered her eyes and raised the corners of her mouth. When a lady saw the heroic knight, she always had this look, a timid posture, and a first-class shyness.

Ser Sandor Clegane turned away, but Sansa keenly caught the sound of the hound swallowing his throat.

"Love is poison. Although it is sweet, it can still kill people. Stay awake."

She remembered half of Queen Cersei's words, but the latter part was too explicit, so Sansa kept it in her heart and didn't often recall it.

"Bang!~Dang!~"

Everyone looked up, but Joffrey touched his chin alone and remained unmoved.

The bells of the Red Fort rang, which meant that the king needed to set out.

Sansa looked around. Tywin was not here.

Margaery stepped forward, took Joffrey's arm, and whispered into his ear.

Sansa stared at Joffrey's face and felt that the king's expression was strange, his smile was strange, and he was calm.

Joffrey stood up, took Margaery's hand and walked down the dais of the Iron Throne.

"Duke Tywin has already settled in the Great Cathedral to ensure the safety of the king. Please follow the king's carriage and go there together." Archmaester Pysil raised his sleeves and said to the nobles under the high platform.

Sansa looked at Joffrey hesitantly, who didn't seem to have any objections. He was looking down at Margaery lovingly. To outsiders, he only looked at young men and women who fell in love.

Joffrey lowered his head and kissed the queen, then walked out of the hall.

Sansa frowned. She didn't envy Margaery at all. She only felt a coldness filled with malice rush to the back of her head, and she even shuddered a little.

The nobles and women rushed out of the throne room, looking for their own cars.

Sansa stepped into the queen's carriage, her cheeks burning as she looked up.

Cersei's long blond hair was spread down her back, and she seemed to have an unfinished expression on her face.

"Queen." Sansa quickly lowered her head and wanted to go out.

"Brush my hair," Cersei's voice was hoarse. "It's right here."

Sansa raised her head numbly, hesitated for a few seconds, then moved slowly behind Cersei like a piece of dull wood, and picked up the wooden comb.

The fat jailer stumbled out of the prison gate, and was scolded by the prison warden on the way out.

"Logan!" shouted the butler, "leave this half-dead deer to you!"

Logan walked into the cell, oil lamp in hand.

He pointed the lamp at Stannis's face, and Stannis looked up at him.

With his square jaw and sunken cheekbones, he was undoubtedly Stannis.

All Stannis saw was a round, scarred face.

Logan bent down, put the oil lamp aside, rubbed his hands and breathed.

The distance between the two people is very close, like old friends reunited for many years.

"Plead guilty, my lord." Rogan placed the paper in front of him, which listed a series of Stannis' crimes.

Stannis just glanced down and snorted, "The evildoers and the guilty walk the streets in a grand manner. No one cares about the laws of the kingdom. Once Robert dies, I will be his first legal heir. Baratheon will only He who rages in other people's land will never cowardly plead guilty in his own castle."

"I," said Stannis, raising his head, "do not submit to the guilty."

Logan stared at Stannis's face and sneered slightly. He picked up the paper and tore it into pieces in front of Stannis.

Stannis' pupils dilated slightly.

"You are my one and only king, Your Majesty."

Logan lowered his round head and worshiped the straw mat on the ground.

"I will get you out," Logan chuckled. "Although the lions cleared out a group of guards in the dungeon, arrogance is their nature."

"Who are you?" Stannis straightened up, his cheeks trembling in an inappropriate way, "If I go out, I will definitely give you a promotion and make you a noble."

Logan stood up and left a bag of wine, "Save your drink, Your Majesty."

He walked to the prison door and said, "You are right, the guilty deserve to die. When these guilty people die, new guilty people will come in. When they are all dead, you, my king, will be the next one to enter." The one to whom the Lord reigns.”

The prison door opened and everything fell silent, but Stannis could clearly hear his heavy and fast heartbeat.

The High Sparrow held the Bible in his hand and looked around the house.

Militan held his sword and checked inside, then threw the sack inside and said, "Just leave the boy here."

He raised his head and looked at the High Sparrow, "The Seven Gods did not allow us to kidnap children."

"But the Seven Gods teach us to punish sins and correct mistakes." The High Sparrow replied accurately.

Militan didn't say anything more. He put away his sword and said, "Where to go next?"

"The harbor," whispered the High Sparrow, "the side near the Red Keep."

The stench of the port was always lighter at night, perhaps concealed by the thick darkness. Militan rode a horse and carried the High Sparrow, quietly walking through the pebbled slopes of the coast, towards the Red Castle.

After a moment, he stopped his horse and said, "There are guards."

A tent was set up on the slope not far away, and the golden robe walked towards them.

"You? Who are you!"

There was a slight sound of footsteps behind them, followed by two muffled sounds, and the guard fell to the ground.

"Someone doesn't like being late."

Militan looked at the person nervously, and almost drew out the sword from his back, but was held down by the High Sparrow.

"According to your opinion, I only brought one knight from the Seven Gods." The High Sparrow dismounted and nodded to the visitor.

The visitor looked at Militang a few times, but said nothing.

"Oldtown's Church and You"

"It has nothing to do with it," the High Sparrow laughed twice, "I have said again and again that the expelled believers do not mean that they have been expelled by the Seven Gods. The glory of the old town has long been decayed, and the temple of King's Landing is also full of smoke. All these are needed. Pure believer governance.”

The visitor spread his hands and said, "I smell blood."

The High Sparrow reached for the cloth next to the saddle and handed it to the visitor.

Militan frowned. He was tense the whole time, ready to draw his sword at any time and fight his way out.

The visitor opened the cloth slightly, nodded slightly, and disappeared into the darkness.

Militao couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and couldn't help but turn his head and ask: "Who is he?"

The High Sparrow climbed onto the horse gently and said, "Nobody."