In the tent, Robert recoiled with a sweaty body and sat on the chair; his blue eyes stared at the naked and sweaty woman before him with a predatory gaze. She was beautiful, her long red hair clinging to her sweaty body, her full breasts rising and falling because of sex. His seed still dripped between her legs, making the scene even more spectacular in his eyes.
"Thank you for your hard work, my lord." Melisandre calmly put on her clothes and didn't care about the bestial gaze she was receiving from Lord Baratheon. She touched her stomach and felt the seeds of the Lord of Storm's End within her womb.
A glow appeared in Melisandre's red eyes before the light disappeared as quickly as it appeared. She regained her composure and spoke calmly: "It will take some time, but my lord will have a weapon capable of killing any lord, whether he is inside the most impenetrable castle or surrounded by an immortal army."
Melisandre's words certainly left Robert quite satisfied. The idea of having such power was pleasing to him, especially at this moment, when he was at a disadvantage against House Targaryen, Tyrell, Stark, and Martell.
Drinking some water after working so hard, Robert asked with a calm tone: "Is this under control?"
"Yes, it is absolutely under control, it will even die if you order it." Melisandre replied while caressing Robert's bare, strong chest. She looked directly into his eyes, those ruby-red eyes, full of mystery, carrying a touch of danger.
"How many can be made?" Robert asked again, looking at the beautiful woman before him. In his mind, he could create a squad of these monsters.
Having lived for over four hundred years, Melisandre certainly knew what Robert wanted with his question, so she answered sincerely. "This type of magic is different. It's a mixture of shadow invocation with life, that is, literally creating artificial life, giving life to shadows. This is a sin; not even the craziest mages dare to abuse such power, which belongs only to the gods."
Robert was not the first to have such ideas, nor would he be the last, but she had to warn that playing god when gods are above all beings has great consequences.
Melisandre personally saw what happens when mages start to think of themselves as gods. Literally, a divine punishment descends upon the sinner. And believe me, gods are excellent torturers with infinite methods of torture.
Before Melisandre's warning, Robert seemed unconcerned; he didn't believe in gods or any other divine bastard sitting on a stupid cloud, he believed only in himself and no one else.
"If I ask you to do it, you will." Holding Melisandre's face tightly, Robert asked with a dangerous smile on his lips. If you looked at Robert's expression, you would know that this was not a question, but a request that could not be refused.
"I will do as you command, my lord." Melisandre smiled and replied: "But keep in mind that you will have a terrible death, so painful that death will be a reward you will beg for."
Robert showed a sarcastic smile and pushed Melisandre, making the red priestess collide with the desk.
"So be it, I only care about winning the war and cutting off that silver-haired bastard's head." He said with a cruel, almost insane tone. His greatest desire was to cut off Rhaegar's head and nothing else mattered. As for the warnings, he ignored them again.
If the gods dared to come, he would also kill the gods or any other divine bastard.
Melisandre touched her back, feeling the bruise resulting from the push from the Lord of Storm's End, and smiled. She didn't care about what had just happened and her red eyes reflected Robert's imposing figure.
She opened her cloak, revealing her naked body again. "I need more seeds, my lord."
Robert took a sip of wine and advanced against Melisandre again.
The intertwined figures of Robert and Melisandre moved under the tent walls; Melisandre's eyes glowed red. A cruel smile appeared on her lips as she was repeatedly penetrated.
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On the other side of the camp.
Aegon touched the sword at his waist and felt like the bravest and most powerful man in the world. The sword at his waist was none other than the legendary sword of House Targaryen, Blackfyre!
The symbol of Targaryen royalty, the symbol of power, and the sword wielded by Aegon I Targaryen. Although Aegon did not conquer the continent alone, the world usually forgets the great women who accompanied him, so he was always considered the pinnacle of what a man could be.
At that moment, holding such a sword, Aegon Blackfyre truly felt like the king of the world. Looking at Varys, who was hidden in the shadows, he asked with a calm tone:
"What is that guy doing?"
"Performing a profane ritual of magic." Varys's tone was calm, but Aegon detected a touch of disgust and a hint of anger.
It was the first time he had seen the cold and calm Varys acting that way; this made the young Blackfyre narrow his eyes, thoughtfully. He had been looking for a weakness in Varys for a long time, but found absolutely nothing.
Neither lovers, whether men or women, children or old people, the man didn't even have friends besides the Governor of Pentos, Illyrio Mopatis, who was Aegon's own father.
Now, it seemed that the great spy was angry at magic. Although it was just information, it was a direction Aegon could investigate in the future. After all, although he hated Varys, he had to admit that the Eunuch was really useful. There had never been such a good spy on the continent of Essos or even Westeros.
(Note: Brynden Rivers vehemently disagrees with this statement!)
"I presume with Melisandre." Aegon spoke with a calm tone, but there was a touch of anger in his voice. Melisandre was his vassal, he even desired the woman in his bed. So, it was perfectly normal for him to be furious.
"Yes, probably a Shadow Child." Varys said with a calm tone, but his eyebrows were furrowed, or rather, the lines on his forehead were furrowed. He had no eyebrows.
"This is going to be dangerous." Aegon said with a solemn tone. This magic was quite famous in Essos and practically forbidden by all rulers of the Free Cities and other kingdoms. The reason was more than obvious. It was a danger that no governor or magistrate wanted to face.
Therefore, such magic was strictly forbidden, especially in the Free Cities. Although they are governors or magistrates, everyone had mages in their courts to protect themselves from assassin mages and other dangers involving magic or health.
"He can spy, assassinate, or even poison anyone without anyone knowing." Aegon said calmly. His hands were clenched as his jaw twitched gently.
Varys rubbed his hands and spoke with a calm and gentle tone: "This could be good for us."
He continued speaking. "Westeros doesn't like magic. Robert's actions will intensify the dissatisfaction that the vassals have with Robert, not to mention that a certain brother wants everything the older brother possesses."
Varys's lips curved into a gentle smile, thinking about the entire political and military scenario of this war.
Aegon understood the implications in Varys's words and knew that this information was the first step to getting out of Robert's control. Start a civil war within House Baratheon and then just swallow the entire army and retreat to the Stormlands.
Even if Robert loses the war, he can retreat to Storm's End and regroup. Not to mention that, in such a chaotic situation, deaths are normal.
Aegon still remembered Robert's words when he arrived in Westeros, especially his eyes, which seemed to look at a dead man.
"I have eighteen thousand men; that's something Renly won't refuse." Aegon said with a smile, a malicious and venomous smile.
"But he won't trust us, my prince." Varys said with a smile, looking at Aegon.
"He will." Aegon replied calmly.
Varys was a little confused by Aegon's statement. He didn't see how Renly could trust Aegon so easily.
Aegon certainly wouldn't tell Varys how he could gain Renly's trust. Firstly, it wasn't something so glorious to tell; secondly, he really didn't want Varys to know all his plans.
'He can't trust easily, but he will trust in his mind.' Aegon thought, with a determined look on his face. Although it would be humiliating to sleep with a man, he could endure it to escape Varys's and Robert's clutches and control.
If Varys knew that Aegon planned to sleep with Renly to gain his trust, he would certainly have elevated Aegon's danger a few levels higher. Not every man could sacrifice everything for victory.
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