The Mountain of Ice and Fire

The Pure Cersei

Night, deep in the Mountains of the Moon.

Mountain's cottage.

Melisandre's beautiful eyes stared at the blazing flames.

The Mountain sat beside her, also staring at the flames.

The Mountain was a giant bear in human skin, while Melisandre was an extremely beautiful and sexy woman, although this woman was already hundreds of years old. Her age was even longer than the three-hundred-year Targaryen dynasty.

Melisandre raised her head and looked at the Mountain. The Mountain's gaze also shifted from the flames to Melisandre.

The firelight illuminated Melisandre, making her even more alluring.

But the Mountain's heart was as still as water.

He knew that Melisandre, who looked beautiful, sexy, and alluring, was definitely a bright red rose with poisonous thorns.

It was a miracle that a stunning woman could travel twenty thousand miles alone and remain safe and sound. Anyone who thoughtfully considered the stories and dangers she must have experienced would not have any other thoughts about her.

The flames in Melisandre's eyes flickered non-stop. She had red eyes, which matched her large red priestess robes very well.

The Mountain had his own thoughts, but Melisandre was also secretly surprised. Rare anomalies appeared in the flames, but Lord Mountain remained calm and did not change at all.

It was as if he had foreseen those secrets in advance! And Melisandre knew that the Mountain was not a Green Prophet!

However, Melisandre quickly convinced herself, her reasoning was simple, the Mountain was Azor Ahai reborn.

In Melisandre's magical flames, three dragons appeared: Drogon, a black dragon with scales as bright as jade; Rhaegal, a green dragon with bronze scales; and Viserion, a red dragon with scales like burning flames. Daenerys Targaryen, the self-proclaimed Mother of Dragons, used the three young dragons to burn the Dosh Khaleen on the mountain of Vaes Dothrak, killing Bharbo, and all the other Khals knelt and submitted. She unified the grasslands, and her forces increased by hundreds of thousands of cavalry out of thin air.

The Dothraki Sea was several times larger than Westeros. The grasslands had never been unified by any hero. Daenerys Targaryen, a petite and exquisite young woman, created an unprecedented miracle. After unifying the grasslands, she gained hundreds of thousands of troops. This was a powerful force. All the noble legions and mercenary legions of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, plus the local militias, only had about 300,000 troops.

On the great Dothraki Sea, every man who could ride a horse was a warrior, and everyone was a soldier. Women and children were all logistics for the army, similar to the stewards and military corps who managed food, horses, military pay, weapons, and armor for the noble legions on Westeros.

Daenerys Targaryen brought unprecedented changes to Essos: the unification of the grasslands.

This was a shocking event!

For thousands of years, the fierce Dothraki people had been independent, fighting each other, and a mess.

Now, the loose sand had been pinched together by someone's hand and burned into a hard piece of steel with fire.

"Lord Mountain, what did you see in the flames?" Melisandre asked softly.

"An endless stream of cavalry, and three dragons in the sky," the Mountain said indifferently.

"Daenerys Targaryen, the Mother of Dragons, has unified the grasslands," Melisandre's voice revealed a rare admiration.

"I saw it in the flames, but she is only the master of the three young dragons, Drogon, Rhaegal and Viserion, she is not the mother of all dragons."

Melisandre scrutinized the Mountain with a strange look. What did the Mountain mean by saying this? Would he clash with Daenerys in the future? Melisandre knew that the Mountain had done many things to show goodwill to Daenerys, including offering Dragonstone to Daenerys.

Of course, the Mountain now also had a dragon, a real dragon. What's more, he was Azor Ahai reborn.

"Lord Mountain, her cavalry is coming to Westeros."

"Yes, 100,000 elite cavalry," the Mountain said nonchalantly.

"One hundred thousand?" Melisandre was surprised again. This was something she didn't know. "How does Lord Mountain know that Daenerys' cavalry is 100,000?"

"She has hundreds of thousands of troops, but only 100,000 elite cavalry are crossing the sea."

"How did the Lord know this news?"

"I judged it from the flames," the Mountain said solemnly, talking nonsense.

Melisandre's heart rippled. She only saw a steady stream of cavalry advancing westward on the grasslands. She couldn't see the specific number of troops at all. In the flames, the cavalry troops had no beginning or end. How did the Mountain estimate it?!

But soon Melisandre figured it out: the Mountain was Azor Ahai reborn, and he could know some secrets that she didn't know. This was reasonable.

"Lord, Daenerys has one goal in coming across the sea: the Iron Throne of King's Landing."

The Mountain didn't answer. He fell into deep thought. After a while, he said slowly: "Madam, you are my accompanying priestess, the highest-ranking leader in my army. We will lead the army north to fight the Others and will inevitably suffer heavy losses. I don't know how many generals will die in battle, and even you and I may be killed by the Night King. Even if we are lucky enough not to die, Daenerys will come across the sea with 100,000 cavalry, three dragons, a powerful navy, and tens of thousands of other troops, while we will only have remnants left. What should I do if she wants to kill me then? She wants to be queen, and I am a villain. The king kills the villain, just like the hero eliminates evil."

Melisandre looked at the Mountain with her beautiful eyes, as if trying to see through the Mountain's true thoughts: "Lord, do you want to be a king, or a hero who fights against the Others and is written into history?"

"I don't want to be a king, and I don't want to be a hero written into history. I just want to have money, food, and soldiers, not to be bullied by anyone, and not to have to submit to anyone," the Mountain said slowly, staring at Melisandre. In order to get the dragon, he needed Melisandre's help, and Melisandre was willing to help the Mountain because the Mountain agreed to go north to fight the Others. During their time together, Melisandre thought that the Mountain was Azor Ahai reborn.

"Lord, no matter what our fate is in the future, if we don't go north to fight now, we will be turned into wights by the Others," Melisandre said.

This was correct nonsense!

Melisandre came here from 20,000 miles away, her real purpose was to fight the Others and defeat the children of the Cold God. She didn't really care who would eventually sit on the Iron Throne.

The Mountain stared at Melisandre. He naturally had his own plans. He was able to develop a powerful legion of tens of thousands of people and tens of thousands of people who submitted from a four-man team with eleven households in three years, and he owned the territory of Dragonstone, Castamere, Tarbeck Hall and Clegane's New Village, and was also the King of the Claw Peninsula, and indirectly controlled the iron ore of the Iron Islands through Earl Gumbert. He was able to achieve such remarkable achievements, not through peace, but through war.

The war with the Others was also war.

War was the most cruel, but for the victors, the rewards were also the most generous. Whether fighting with people or fighting with Others, the rewards of victory were extremely generous.

The reward for victory in the struggle with Tywin's brothers was actually the control of the Westerlands. The reward for victory in the struggle with the Vale people was the power equivalent to the Warden of the East. As for the tax dividends and the collection of food and materials, those were natural added values after the victory of the struggle.

The Mountain looked at Melisandre. He knew that he could not see through this 'old young woman', and he also knew that Melisandre could not see through him. If Melisandre could see through the Mountain, she would not have judged incorrectly, and she would not have thought that the Mountain was Azor Ahai reborn.

"Madam Melisandre, at your request, I will go north with all my heart and soul to fight the Others, but I have a request for you. You must agree to me no matter what," the Mountain said very solemnly.

"Please speak, Lord," Melisandre also became dignified and serious.

"I need your oath of allegiance, in the name of the Red God R'hllor, to be as loyal to me as my subordinate deathsworn are. After the war against the Others is over, if we are still alive, if I have new and powerful enemies, I need your help until I defeat the enemies and eliminate the threat, and then you can choose to leave."

Melisandre stared at the Mountain, and the Mountain also stared at her.

Melisandre needed the Mountain to go north to fight the Others, and the Mountain needed Melisandre to eliminate dissidents for him!

"In the name of the Red God R'hllor, in the faith of the Lord of Light and the God of Shadows, Melisandre swears allegiance to you, Lord Mountain. Your enemies are my enemies, and your allies are my allies. No matter where the enemy comes from in the future, no matter how powerful they are, Melisandre will definitely do her best to help you achieve victory and eliminate the enemy," Melisandre swore softly but firmly.

"Thank you for your great help, Madam!" The Mountain put his right fist on his left chest, bowed slightly, and said humbly.

See, this was one of the small rewards brought by the war: to receive Melisandre's oath of allegiance in the name of faith.

War threatened people's lives, and war could also make the strong stronger. This actually especially attracted the Mountain! This was also the fundamental reason why war was difficult to eliminate in the history of the human race.

A flame magician, a priest with precognitive abilities, a wizard who had lived for hundreds of years and was proficient in High Valyrian, it was very necessary for the Mountain to have such people protecting and loyal to him. Assassins, poisoning, witchcraft damage, prophetic predictions, dark magic... With Melisandre, Jeyne, and the blood witch Daenerys Quntina around, there was an invisible thick wall around the Mountain.

In order to make the Mountain wholeheartedly fight against the Others, Melisandre swore allegiance to the Mountain in the name of the Red God, which made the Mountain feel relieved, so he decided to tell Melisandre his next plan...

"Madam, the Iron Throne of King's Landing already knows the specific situation and latest progress of our taming dragons in the Mountains of the Moon."

"The news is spreading so fast? The Lord only passed the news to Petyr Baelish of the Eyrie a few days ago. Could it be that there are members of the royal family inside our guard camp?" Melisandre's expression froze. There was no warning in her flames in this regard.

If Lord Mountain wanted her to find this traitor, she had to complete this order. The Mountain came to the Mountains of the Moon to tame dragons, and all the people who knew this secret were her own people. As for the specific situation of dragon taming and the latest progress, only the Mountain's guard group and the dozens of people of the Burning Men tribe who raised sheep knew.

"Madam, don't be surprised, it was I who passed the news to Grand Maester Qyburn."

"...Oh..." Melisandre's big eyes looked even bigger.

The Mountain wanted the people around him to keep secrets, but he deliberately passed the news to the royal family's Grand Maester?! Why?!

"Grand Maester Qyburn is an ally of mine in King's Landing," the Mountain said casually.

Ally?

From the Mountain's relaxed tone, Melisandre knew that Grand Maester Qyburn was not an ally of the Mountain, he was the Mountain's man.

In terms of flame magic, Melisandre was a great master. The Mountain could not reach her level; while in terms of wisdom, tricks, and long-term planning, the Mountain was obviously much stronger than Melisandre.

*

At the same time, King's Landing, the Red Keep, Maegor's Holdfast.

"The Mountain tamed a dragon in the depths of the Mountains of the Moon? That dragon is called the Sheepstealer? A wild dragon from 150 years ago?" Cersei's voice was incredulous. She had big eyes, and they looked even bigger when she widened them. The Queen Mother Cersei's usual elegance and charming smile were gone, her mouth was open, her eyes were wide, and her face was full of shock.

"Yes, Your Grace, the source of the news is absolutely reliable," Grand Maester Qyburn's tall figure was hunched, his head was lowered, and he did not look directly at Her Grace's shocked expression.

"Who passed the letter to you?"

"Someone who is absolutely trustworthy. He used to be a mercenary in the Brave Companions. When I was a doctor in the Brave Companions, I saved his life. He is currently a squad leader in the Mountain's Deathsworn camp."

Cersei knew that the notorious Brave Companions of King's Landing had already joined the Mountain's legion and had become a powerful infantry in the Mountain's legion.

Because of Jaime's betrayal, Cersei's perfect plan to poison Margaery Tyrell at Tommen's wedding completely failed, which led to Cersei becoming more and more suspicious and sensitive, and she became more and more distrustful of the people around her.

Qyburn's words could not withstand detailed scrutiny, at least, there were some doubts. Ravens must be specially trained, and they are managed by maesters and apprentices. If one suddenly disappears, wouldn't the Mountain's people notice? The people in the Brave Companions were a club of cruel and bloodthirsty scumbags, and there were actually very few people who could write. This person has not contacted Grand Maester Qyburn for a long time, so how could he suddenly write a letter to Qyburn?

The Mountain's means of dealing with traitors, given his notoriety, needless to say, just one look would scare the traitors to death.

That guy was not afraid of death to pass such information to Qyburn? What was he after?

But Cersei felt that the logic was smooth and reasonable, and she deeply believed in what Grand Maester Qyburn said.

Cersei had a very complicated side, and also a very pure side.

"Grand Maester, pour a glass of wine," Cersei said in a murmur.

"Yes, Your Grace," Qyburn poured Cersei a glass of wine as red as blood.

Cersei took a big sip of wine and exhaled a mouthful of turbid air. She suddenly stared at the wine glass: "Grand Maester, I heard people say that the Arbor wine is becoming increasingly difficult to buy."

"Yes, Your Grace, I have also heard about it," Grand Maester Qyburn went to the most high-end women's academy in King's Landing for entertainment, and the Arbor wine in the women's academy was already in short supply.

"Someone told me that the shortage of Arbor wine is also related to the Mountain?"

"Rumor has it that the Mountain is cooperating with the Redwyne family. The Arbor wine is first transported to the Mountain's Dragonstone, and then the people of Dragonstone sell it to King's Landing."

"The Redwyne family's wine is only sold to the Mountain's people, and then the Mountain's people sell it."

"I'm afraid so, Your Grace."

"The Mountain has his hands on the wine, and now he also possesses a dragon?" Cersei stared at the cowering Qyburn.

"Uh, Your Grace, the information is absolutely accurate. If the news weren't so astonishing, I believe the squad leader wouldn't have risked his life to secretly inform me in a letter that the Mountain has already tamed a dragon."

Cersei suddenly found the delicious Arbor Gold wine to be uninteresting. "The Mountain controls the Arbor's wine, and the taste has changed. I feel like this isn't the real, authentic Arbor Gold anymore." Cersei put down her wine glass. "Grand Maester, if the Mountain really possesses a dragon..." She took a deep breath, exerting a great effort to say the following words, "If necessary, do you have a way to kill a dragon?"

"Your Grace, I believe we should pretend we know nothing. Perhaps we should write a letter to the Mountain, attempting to commend his achievements and subtly inform him that the royal family feels the position of Hand of the King might be more suitable for the Mountain. Or, we could grant him the titles of Warden of the East and Warden of the North, and let him fight with the Starks of the North and the Arryns of the Vale."