Later that evening, a strange woman came into my shop. She had long flaming red hair, tall for a woman, but came up to my shoulders in height, with gleaming emerald eyes. She was clothed in deep red shrouds, with ruby adornments. "this forge is warm blacksmith; does it not bother you?"

"No, I am a blacksmith and this is my shop and forge. Any blacksmith that cannot stand the heat is a poor artisan"

She smirked and stared at the forge "the lord of light would like you. Tell me, do you know your heritage?"

I scowled. Lord of light? What was this crazy lady smoking?! "I do know my heritage. Would you like to buy something? I'm sure I have a nice sewing needle available for you" she stared at me, studying me intensely, it felt like she was trying to make me instantaneously combust on the spot. After what felt like eons, she sighed and knelt on my soot dirt covered floor.

"Forgive me, my king. I was skeptical a lord of light, a dragon, would reside so close to his broken temple. I am your servant, yours for whatever you wish"

"uh… well you can start by getting up and stop kneeling on my floor" she stood up immediately. "Look, I'm sorry, but I don't know who this lord of light is, and I'm not a king."

"But you said you knew your heritage my lord."

I sighed and walked over to the shop entrance. I locked the door and shut the windows. "first of all, who the god damn hell are you?"

"I am your servant"

"sit, please" I offered her a seat in the eating area. She sat and tried to brush off her shroud with her hands. "I meant what is your name? I am NOT calling you servant."

Her eyes widened in shock. "I am Melisandre, my lord"

"ok, Melisandre, how do you know I'm a Targaryen?"

"you have fire in your veins, light in your eyes, and the fiery wrath of dragon's blood flowing through your heart. Anyone can see it if the look"

"Melisandre, do you know of the brewing war?" she paused for a moment, then nodded. "what is your opinion on it then?"

"the false ones shall burn in the pits of hell"

I sighed "more focus orientated, how do you think it will play out?"

"only the strongest will win. That means Renly Baratheon will die first. Maybe I should eliminate him to prove my worth and loyalty to you my lord?"

"no, you want to prove to me you're a loyal servant so desperately, tell me this, how many priestesses of light are there?"

"there are many of us my lord"

"how do you communicate with each other?"

"through the light…. And sometimes blood shadows"

I pondered this and sat down across from her, forming a plan.

"Do you know Stannis?"

She nodded gleefully "Yes my lord, just a drop of blood, and I can destroy him from the shadows!"

"No. you were right in saying the strongest will win. But how do you make the strong weak and the weak strong? You fatigue the strong and rally the rested weak."

"Melisandre, this is how you and your sisters of light are going to show your unwavering devotion to me. You are going to use a blood shadow to get word to one of your sisters that are in Essos. She is to convince the mother of dragons that she alone will cross the sea and rule Westeros. You are to go to Stannis Baratheon. Convince him that he is the one true heir fit to sit in the throne. When he has used your blood magic, wiped his entire bloodline out, leave him for his enemies to devour. Go then the king of the north, find out what his intentions are, his weaknesses. when you know all of this, then you may return to me. Until then, once you leave under the shroud of night, you will never contact me again. If someone even sniffs an air of suspicion about me contending for the throne, you had better hope you are dead. Because I will hunt you down to any corner of this world, and torture you so badly you'll have wished you were dead before you met me, wished you never stepped foot into my home, and been a stillborn. Am I clear?"

She gulped and nodded "Yes my lord"

"Excellent. Remain unseen until it is dark enough for you to leave completely undetected.

My plan is simple. If Melisandre is true to her word, and is a loyal servant to me, Stannis will kill Renly, his own daughter, and make a foolish attempt on kings landing for joffreys head. That will take care of the fucking fodder family called Baratheon, and two runners for my crown. Joffrey and Cersie will go into full blown panic mode from an attack like that, and the lioness will try to sharpen her broken claws. The confusion will result in all of her children dead, and her grief will make her mad, she will die of insanity. That leaves the king of the north, Robb Stark. What does that boy want? If he just wants the northern lands, he will bow easily. And lastly my bitch of a sister. If she doesn't cross the sea she can fucking rule whatever horse lands she wants. But if she does survive the crossing, I will take the dragons from her, I will take my throne and let her peddle her life away.

It sounds so simple right? Leave it to fate to fuck me over once again.