"Open your eyes and look at me," Viserys commanded, his voice carrying an unquestionable tone.
She trembled as she opened her eyes, only to see him half-kneeling above her. His black and red robe was already open, revealing a lean, powerful chest. His silver hair was slightly disheveled, and his purple eyes appeared somewhat dark in the firelight as they stared intently at her.
However, there was no love or tenderness in that gaze, only naked possessiveness and a kind of scrutiny. When Viserys's body pressed down, the force and heat he brought caused her to gasp involuntarily.
This felt very foreign compared to his usual self; his entire being was filled with a sense of oppression, yet it strangely brought her a twisted sense of security, as if she were grasping a thorn-covered bramble while falling into an abyss.
The entire process could hardly be called cooperative; Viserys controlled the entire rhythm like he was riding a dragon, forceful and direct. She only felt both ashamed and excited.
She bit her lip to suppress her moans, her fingers digging forcefully as if trying to sink into the muscles of his back. She could see the radiance of the holy fire dancing in her peripheral vision, yet at that moment, she actually indulged in it.
For a few moments, she forgot who she was and where she was, leaving only the rhythmic waves of her senses.
After an unknown amount of time, everything concluded with a suppressed low growl.
Then everything fell back into silence, with only the holy fire still burning; the crackling sound of the flames exploding seemed particularly piercing at this moment.
It wasn't until the air met the sweat on her body that she was jolted back to her senses.
But what did she see? Scattered clothes piled beneath the altar, and the rug beneath her was wrinkled beyond recognition. The air was thick with a strange scent of mingled lust and incense.
And she, a High Priestess of rhllor, was now lying naked inside the sacred Temple of the Red God, her expression like that of the lowest prostitute, having just completed the most primitive ritual before the holy fire with a godless Dragon Lord.
Sacrilege.
The word pierced her heart like a thorn, and the lust from moments ago instantly transformed into panic and shame.
She pushed Viserys away abruptly, scrambling to grab her scattered clothes. Not even pausing to dress properly, she just wrapped herself up haphazardly and stumbled out of the small Temple of the Red God, leaving the flickering holy fire and that man behind.
The night wind in the corridor gave Kinvara a shiver, snapping her out of the memory just like that night, still holding the posture of wanting to knock on the door. Her face was still burning, and she could seemingly still feel the stimulation from that time deep within her body.
But now was no longer the time for shame.
Tonight, she had originally been hiding in her private chamber as before. However, just now, while facing the holy fire and trying to find a way to calm her inner self, the flames had shown her an unprecedentedly terrifying vision.
She'saw' endless snowflakes and ice. On the frozen plains stood stiff figures stretching as far as the eye could see, and the eyes of the few leading them burned with ice-blue flames. A magnificent Wall built of ice collapsed under some indescribable power, and then the breath of death rapidly swallowed the green and froze all life.
These were the Others, this was Long Night—the legendary catastrophe had now appeared so clearly in a prophecy. She had to tell Viserys all of this in person.
There was a soft knock on the study door.
"Come in."
The door was pushed open slightly, and the visitor seemed to have summoned all her courage before slowly walking in.
It was Kinvara.
Viserys was somewhat surprised to see it was her, and then he raised an eyebrow at her.
Kinvara pretended not to notice, closing the door behind her and taking a deep breath as if she had made a firm decision. She walked to the desk, and instead of bowing as she used to, she stared straight at Viserys with her blue eyes.
"Your Majesty," her voice was somewhat dry but exceptionally solemn, "I have come to see you now because just now, I saw an indescribable vision in the flames."
Seeing her solemnity, Viserys couldn't help but sit up straight. "Go on."
"I saw the cold." Kinvara closed her eyes, as if trying to figure out how to describe the images in her mind. "A boundless cold, more bone-chilling than the coldest winter of the past. Pale, stiff bodies rose from the snow; the eyes of some beings were ice-blue flames. They advanced in silence, endless. And The Wall of ice was breaking—not conquered, but collapsing directly."
Her voice began to tremble. "The dead walk upon the earth, and the living are swallowed, only to join their ranks. This is no metaphor, Your Majesty; this is a reality about to arrive. The threat of Long Night is clearer than any glimpse I have had before."
She took a step forward, her hands bracing against the edge of the desk, her fingertips turning white from the force. "The flames of the lord of light are warning us. Long Night is no distant legend; it is already on its way. We must do something, we must unite every force that can be united, we must..."
She looked at the purple eyes close at hand and suddenly paused. A flash of shame crossed her face, but it was quickly suppressed by an even stronger sense of urgency.
"I know your ambition is to retake the iron throne, but Your Majesty, if the world beyond The Wall falls into a realm of death, then what is the point of taking back the iron throne? Long Night is the end of all living things."
Viserys just listened quietly, his face showing little expression, but deep within his purple eyes, a sharp light was coalescing.
Kinvara's reaction was so strong and the prophecy so clear—did this mean the recovery of the Magic Tide was accelerating? Or was it because he, as a 'butterfly,' had flapped his wings, causing certain events to happen ahead of schedule?
However, it wasn't certain; it was also possible that the time for the Others' resurgence in the original story was right now.
After all, in the plot, when the Others appeared, they were already close to The Wall, and the red comet hadn't appeared yet. This indicated that the Others must have appeared long ago, so they might currently be looking for the Horn of Winter or searching for the Greenseer.
"I understand," he spoke slowly, his voice steady and carrying a strange, soothing power. "I have noted your warning. As for Long Night, I have always been paying attention to it. But to repel the external, one must first stabilize the internal. A divided and self-consuming Westeros cannot deal with such a disaster."
After all, it was impossible for Viserys to be like the original Daenerys and use his own subordinates to deal with the Wights. When the time came, he would certainly have the Seven Kingdoms stand at the front; at most, he would ride his dragon to provide support or strike when the Others appeared.
Furthermore, in the thousands of years north of The Wall, there were at least tens of millions, if not hundreds of millions, of dead people. All of them could be turned into Wights. No matter how powerful Ghidorah was, he hadn't grown to his peak yet and would still get tired.
Looking at Kinvara's worried face, Viserys continued, "However, I will accelerate the pace of retaking the iron throne and then integrate our forces."
Kinvara looked into his eyes, and her tense body relaxed slightly.
She didn't know if Viserys truly believed her or if it was out of political consideration, but at least he had listened to her warning. This was perhaps the best outcome she could achieve for now.
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