Game of Thrones: I Created the Weave

"Ser Roland Storm, haven't you woken up yet? Stop being stubborn, persuade your men, enough blood has been shed."

Earl Beric Dondarrion sighed and shook his head, his thick golden-red hair fluttering slightly.

"Tell them to stop running."

"Under Divine Grace, there is nowhere to run."

"Exactly, think about the battle the day before yesterday, that scene..."

Earl Dondarrion's eleven-year-old attendant, Edric Dayne, Earl of Starfall, echoed, his face slightly pale, seemingly still unable to shake off the terrible images of the battle.

The Red Priest Thoros beside him silently observed the stubborn captive.

Roland Storm, bound hand and foot and stained with blood, stood ramrod straight, his pockmarked face full of resentment and defiance, not saying a word.

A brave and determined warrior, or a foolish and stubborn captive.

To be able to act like this after witnessing that kind of power, no matter what, Thoros admired his persistence and piety.

"The bastard of Nightsong."

Thoros walked up to the captive, a raging fire burning within his wide red robe.

Real fire.

Not obtained from blood, prayer, or sacrifice, but bestowed by King Joffrey himself.

His colleague from Asshai, Melisandre, the King's favored courtier, was certain: this was the power of the Lord of Light, spread to the world through a Divine Emissary.

Thoros knew he should believe this declaration implicitly.

But he knew even better that his faith had never been devout enough, whether in his childhood, in the temple, or in King's Landing.

Thoros, who was born in Myr, a Free City, did not dedicate himself to the Lord of Light voluntarily, but was sent to the temple by his parents so that his seven older brothers and sisters would not starve.

After that, although Thoros donned the red robe, it was not just for faith, but more for fighting, wine, and women.

Perhaps because of this, he could not perform advanced Sorcery, nor could he see Prophecies from the Holy Fire.

Such a person was actually sent to King's Landing on this side of the Narrow Sea, assigned a difficult and important task: to make Mad King Aerys II, who was obsessed with fire, believe in the Lord of Light.

Thoros had always been very confused by this arrangement from the temple.

Am I the best candidate?

As he expected, he did not successfully complete this task.

Wildfire attracted the Mad King's attention more than the weak power bestowed upon him by the Lord of Light. Until Aerys II died in the Throne Room, the reputation of the Lord of Light in Westeros remained obscure.

So he stopped seeing himself as a priest of the Lord of Light, and focused on staying in the court of King's Landing, managing his life in Westeros.

He even used the Wildfire of a Pyromancer to enchant his Longsword with fire, rather than the Divine Power of the Lord of Light.

This move worked best on Sandor Clegane, "The Hound".

The emerald flames of Wildfire also helped him survive during the Greyjoy Rebellion, and he was the first to climb the walls of Pyke, earning him much goodwill.

After that, court life was stable and lively.

King Robert often drank with him, and there were Tourneys, allowing him to win the Melee championship several times with his flaming sword, earning Wealth and applause.

Wine, Tourneys, women, what joyful days.

Thoros no longer thought about Myr and the temple, which were in the past, and no longer lit the Holy Fire constantly, yearning for guidance from the Lord of Light.

However.

The death of King Robert changed everything.

The Seven Kingdoms of Westeros were no longer peaceful, and the turmoil in King's Landing and the Red Keep became even more violent and intense.

King Joffrey displayed undeniable Miracles and vast power, the power of Fire and Light was so strange and familiar, and his declaration immediately reminded Thoros of the temple's teachings.

Melisandre, also wearing a red robe, found him. Thoros thus became a member of the Ministry of the Gospel, working with the Monks and Septas of The Faith of the Seven.

The Seven and the Lord of Light living in peace?

Not only was Thoros himself unable to adapt, but the Monks and Septas of The Faith reacted even more strongly.

Fortunately, The Seven in heaven did not grant them power to match Swords, and they could not resist the great Divine Grace of King Joffrey.

The Rainbow Guard sent by Renly to assassinate in the Great Sept successfully turned The Faith into the Ministry of the Gospel.

Even so.

Every time he walked through the Great Sept of Baelor wearing his conspicuous red robe, every time he prayed to the Lord of Light before the statues of The Seven, Thoros couldn't help but worry about his life.

The occasional glances from many Monks could still make Thoros break out in a cold sweat.

How did The Faith of the Seven punish heretics?

Thoros didn't know much about it, and he didn't want to know more terrible details.

But he understood that the best way was to never let The Faith of the Seven be resurrected, and to strive to maintain the long-term peace of the harmonious Ministry of the Gospel.

The Lord of Light and The Seven, who says they cannot live in peace?

In the dim and dilapidated stone house, the flames on Thoros burned even more fiercely, the orange-red firelight illuminating the Ruins of the late night, and the intense heat dispelling the cold brought by the darkness.

Fire. Roland Storm uncontrollably recalled his previous encounter.

The Red Priest glanced at him.

"The night is dark and full of terrors. The doomsday is coming."

Yes, the doomsday is coming. King Joffrey, chosen by Allah, said it himself, so it must be true.

Melisandre was the first to add this prayer, and Thoros naturally followed closely.

"Fortunately, the Hero King has already arrived."

Thoros assumed a solemn prayer posture.

"Praise the light and the fire, praise King Joffrey, praise the one true Allah, the Lord of Light."

Roland Storm struggled to shake off the painful memories and regained his indifferent expression. He dismissed the Red Priest's words with disdain, even spitting.

Thoros smiled slightly, shaking his shiny bald head.

"You have a loyal faith, fighting for the so-called Warrior of the Seven, boasting of courage and defiance."

"But do you know that the Seven Gods you faithfully believe in, the Father, Mother, Warrior, and others, who are one with seven faces, are also just a few incarnations of the one true Allah, the Lord of Light?"

Roland Storm immediately glared at him.

Thoros wouldn't dare to make things up. Melisandre had said these things first, and they were probably King Joffrey's intentions.

Indeed, after the Seven Gods and the Lord of Light become one, what is there to say about peace or no peace?

The Seven Gods is His name, and the Lord of Light is also His title. Even more false gods and other gods are like this. There are only two gods in the world: Him who represents light and fire, and the Evil God who brings darkness and cold!

Thoros coaxed, "Your Majesty has received the will and power of Allah. The only one who can be His opponent in the world is the Great Other and the doomsday."

"Justice and victory do not belong to the rebellious Renly."

"Ser Roland, let yourself go, and let go of the warriors who have entrusted their lives to you."

Roland Storm remained silent.

"Forget it." Beric Dondarrion lay back on his straw bed. "Get some rest early. We still have to clean up the remaining people tomorrow, before sunset."

Thoros put away the fire. "That's the only way. It just means fewer captives."

In the darkness.

Edric Dayne's voice rang out, "Lord Beric, please let me lead the vanguard. I want to try a gentler approach."

"As you wish."

Roland Storm's eyes couldn't help but flicker.

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