Although Baela's words that night failed to attract the attention of her grandmother Rhaenys "The Queen Who Never Was", the gods seemed to have other arrangements. The aftermath of the teleportation magic was transmitted into the dreams of certain people under the manipulation of their invisible giant hands.
In the Red Keep in King's Landing, the capital of the Seven Kingdoms, Aegon Targaryen woke up screaming ; on Dragonstone Island across the sea, Rhaenyra Targaryen jumped from the bed, waking up the maid who was sleeping with her; and in Harrenhal, Prince Daemon stretched out his hand to reach the Dark Sister at the bedside as soon as he opened his eyes, only to wake up the "witch" Alys River beside him; Queen Helena seemed to be comforted in her dream, and when she woke up, she had a rare peace on her face . Others also woke up from nightmares of varying degrees—— Brothers Adam and Alyn in the shipyard in Hull Town , Benjicot Blackwood, the heir of Raventree Hall, Daeron Targaryen, the lord's squire in the camp outside Old Town, and Queen Mother Alicent Hightower who was also in the Red Keep . The young Lord Cregan Stark in Winterfell , Lord Borros Baratheon in Storm's End , Jayne Arryn "Valley Maiden" in Eyrie, Jason Lannister , the Westland Warden in Casterly Rock, Torrhen Manderly in White Harbor, Countess Caswell sleeping with her two children in Bitterbridge Castle , and many, many others were also awakened .
One of the characters who caused this series of phenomena was still floating in the seawater of Blackwater Bay, unconscious. Fortunately, the ocean current was carrying him towards the coast of Crownlands, and not the other way around.
Rook's Rest by the Blackwater Bay .
After lunch, Lord Staunton's face suddenly darkened, causing the servants in the castle to relax when they saw this. He was holding a piece of open white letter paper with curled corners in his hand, and learned the latest information from the letter he had just received—Prince Damon actually chose to directly take revenge on Queen Allison's son for the hatred of Lucerys.
He took a breath when he saw the contents of the letter, and then closed his eyes tightly. Starting with such an unexpected and brutal counterattack, he was fully able to predict how bloody and bloody the following black-and-green bipartisan battle would be.
A gust of cold air blew through the open door at the right time, making him tremble all over.
The no longer young Patriarch Staunton took a deep breath, his heavy body seemed to be trembling slightly, and when he opened his eyes again, time seemed to have passed for a long time, and his blue eyes were strangely no longer dazed, but flashed a firm light.
The civil war of blood and fire has really begun from this moment!
When Lord Staunton chose to participate in the Blacks meeting, offered his loyalty to Rhaenyra Targaryen, and knelt on the headland of Dragonstone for the queen's coronation, he cllordy understood that this was a road of no return. The 70 years of peace since King Jaehaerys is about to disappear. Regardless of whether the Blacks wins or not, the price of this war will be huge. For the Staunton family and for Rook's Rest, the moment the war begins, no place is safe anymore, and all belongings are in turmoil.
The moment Queen Rhaenyra refused the peace talks, the Blacks and the Green Party represented by the Hightower family stood on opposite sides, even though some of them had the same blood.
Before the death of Lucerys Velaryon, the soft-hearted princess had spoken with such innocence at the council that she would not shed the blood of her subjects, and soon, after the second son had gone in such a tragic manner, her eyes were like a child grown up overnight, with a deep, hateful gleam in her eyes . She realizes in a brutal way how ridiculous peace talks can be amidst the dark politics of power struggles.
And now Prince Daemon's revenge will completely turmoil the continent of Westeros - Lord Staunton looked up at the vaulted roof of the brick and stone castle, silently put on the coat placed on the back of the chair, stepped out of the castle alone in a cool afternoon, and walked slowly along the coastline.
He didn't know that on the opposite island across Blackwater Bay, a little girl was wandering on the shore worryingly the night before, and their moods were surprisingly consistent across time and space—worried about the coming war. Staunton was worried about the Blacks's power, combat power, and their future deployment. He was afraid that the enemy might make unexpected and dangerous moves. He was even more frightened by the geographical location of Rook's Rest —they were too close, far from King's Landing, weren't they?
If the enemy rode a dragon to Rook's Rest, those soldiers would set fire to the city, even if it was all their people here. Staunton knows that war is definitely not benevolent, just like Rhaenyra who has not yet lost her son and is unwilling to drive a fire dragon to ascend to heaven. She just wants to keep the region she ruled from falling into chaos and despair .
Is that so? Lord Staunton doubted sadly, cowardly unwilling to touch the future that was coming soon. Even if he humbly begged the seven gods , would any god promise him that the war would not spread to such a vast area and would minimize casualties?
No. Look at the Blacks and the Green Party at the moment! There are already two blood debts between them .
And the rest of the war will spread to the coastline of Blackwater Bay.
Staunton walked slowly with his hands behind his back, even the whistling sea wind could not shake the heavy thoughts in his heart.
His eyes were lowered, and he walked with his chest upright, but in the afternoon, like the setting sun, his back slumped little by little , and finally he seemed to be riding heavily on his neck by a ghost, and he could no longer lift his head.
He looked much older, and when a long piece of driftwood was lifted up to the shore by the sea in the distance, such an obvious obstacle did not immediately attract his attention, and his thoughts drifted heavily to an extremely distant place. It wasn't until he was within three feet of the thing that the man suddenly yelled, "What is this?!"
There is no doubt that poor Lord Staunton was startled by the black driftwood, or a broken body, in front of him. The appearance of this corpse floating from the sea was too frightening. Lord Staunton barely stood still after taking two steps back, and then spurned his stupid and cowardly behavior just now.
It was nothing but a corpse! He frowned, lowered his eyes and carefully looked at the sad guy in front of him, this action gradually made his dissatisfaction filled with sadness again.
How pitiful--a corpse with half of its body almost reduced to bones, was the flesh and blood burned away? It seemed that his death was too painful. And an even more surprising thing happened very soon. After Lord Staunton reluctantly moved his eyes away from the bone with the broken flesh, when he fell on the man's chest, which only protected the side of the heart, which was no different from being cut open, he was immediately shocked to find that half of the bone was still breathing!
The poor guy's chest was still heaving weakly, such a painful experience did not wear down the warrior's life, and his strong will was still supporting his broken limbs. Such a shocking scene almost made Staunton cry.
He was already trapped in the terrifying anticipation of the imminent war, but when he suddenly saw such a cruel person who was desperately trying to survive, he was touched by the deepest hope in his heart —look, even such a person is eager to live!
He squatted down cautiously and touched the underside of his nose on the scorched face. After sensing a slight snort, Lord Staunton suddenly got up, grabbed his robe and hurried back, almost running !
He had to find a bachelor to save this poor guy—Lord Staunton thought to himself, although even if this person survived, he would probably die in the subsequent war, but he was willing to try to give him a chance.
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Scatters from well-polished crystal prisms reflect curved arcs of light on the masonry walls. The young nun was fascinated by the beautiful seven-color light, and kept shaking the hot crystal prism in her hand, looking for the best place to disperse the sunlight , and eagerly waiting for the beautiful light like an oracle.
But after fiddling with it for a long time, she could no longer illuminate the rainbow light just now. She withdrew her hand from the hot light, turned around and pulled the heavy dark brown curtain behind it tight, and the room suddenly became dark again.
And this movement seemed to disturb the patient who was sleeping peacefully on the bed.
The ward of the Church is empty all year round, only a few sporadic patients occasionally live here for a short time, but a guy who is seriously injured and is expected to stay here came a few days ago. The little nun heard the non-stop discussions, nervous panting, and panicked footsteps of the monks, and then she was carried to the hospital bed alone, and even the grand bachelor who lived in the lord's castle all year round came over——
put her palms together and prayed to the Virgin ,one of the Seven Gods in a low voice.
"A poor victim," the nun answered her.
Days passed, and to the astonishment of the crowd it seemed that the badly wounded man was still alive. The little nun had always wanted to take a sneak peek at the patient who was said to be "as good as dead". She slipped into the ward while the monks were changing shifts, and then saw a man with only half of his body covered with a quilt. The exposed half of his face was weird scorched flesh and black eye sockets, like a bottomless abyss.
The little nun glanced timidly at his crimson, fleshy face. She felt faintly uneasy, but she was quickly caught by the falling gaze and diverted all her attention.
"What is this?" Young nun doesn't have a deep concept of the human body. She is curious about the strange body of a man who is half different from everyone else, and has no fear at all. The young and ignorant little nun was innocent and innocent. She even looked at the strangely structured and tightly connected white bones with fascination, and almost reached out to touch them.
"Get out of there! Elsa." Then she was quickly grabbed by the arm by the adult nun who broke in and screamed, and was hugged into her arms.
The little nun raised her eyes blankly, and then she watched the crowd pour into the ward again, even the noble nobleman, the Lord Staunton, also came. She heard people discussing the patient enthusiastically, "He's not dead yet! Even the inside of the chest cavity is starting to grow blood..."
"It's a miracle."
People were whispering, in wonder and fear.
Among the crowd, only Lord Staunton was about to shed tears. He stroked the other half of the sleeping man's intact face with his hand. This young man had an extremely handsome face. It seemed that even the Virgin could not bear it and was still trying his best to save his life.
"Take care of him with all your strength," said Lord Staunton loudly.
The little nun would often come in to see this man afterwards. When the adults were convinced that she was not afraid, some lazy monks even handed over the care to the ignorant and ignorant her. The little nun only knew that she was going to be bored alone in the ward, and her only task was to wait for the comatose patient to make a move, but she didn't care about this—she could entertain herself happily in the ward by herself.
But today, the fifth day the man was admitted to this ward, everything changed.
"This is where……"
A hoarse voice like the pulling of a broken bellows suddenly came out of the bed, startling the little nun playing by the curtain.
The child immediately stood up straight, and hid the crystal prism stolen out of fun behind his hands, timidly staring at the "half-faced man" lying on the hospital bed, barely propping his neck and looking at her: "The sanctuary of Rook's Rest . "
The other half of the man's face was covered by a clean metal mask (it is said that it was specially given to him by Lord Staunton out of pity for him). Under the mask, the monks sprinkled thick herbs to stop the bleeding and restore the face.
But the little nun had no time to pay attention to the man's appearance. She was stared at by the deeper gaze at this moment, and the body that was wrapped in the warm sun just now shivered slowly.
"Really." The man said after staring at her for a while, his voice was extremely ugly because of the damaged throat.
The little nun was stunned for a while, and only realized her duty after the man looked away. She ran out of the ward in a panic, and soon a bunch of people making a fuss entered the spacious room. The little nun was driven to the hall outside and was called to pray by other nuns. She could only look around the corridor of the ward occasionally while eating, watching the strange faces of the people coming and going, and imagining many interesting things strangely.
After everything was done, it was already the next morning when she saw the man again.
Taking advantage of the absence of the corridor, the little nun sneaked into the ward, but she was not as calm and unrestrained as usual and rolled on the clean bed. After she came in, she shrugged her shoulders suddenly, because she saw beside the man's hospital bed, there was an accompanying monk who should not have appeared here.
However, the monk did not immediately drive the little nun out like the others. After he saw Elsa come in, he nodded to the little girl, and said in a friendly tone that was unfamiliar to a little nun: "Maybe it would be nice to have a little guy talk, Mr. Viggo."
The man called "Viggo" blinked. He looked at the little girl opposite again with those deep eyes, "That's right." He seemed to want to show a smile, but this pulled the flesh and blood on the other half of his face, and he gasped in pain.
The little nun held the Seven-Star Bible and stood opposite to watch curiously.
Seeing this, the monk frowned slightly, and tried to dissuade him: "You'd better keep quiet."
He heard that Viggo no longer remembered most of the things. He only remembered that he was a merchant and brought his daughter here to buy goods. The pirates who robbed him halfway burned his body cruelly with wildfire, and then he fell into the sea . And he kept asking if a girl with white hair and green eyes had ever been rescued on the nearby coast , because every such child could be his daughter.
The monks were very sympathetic to his experience and were willing to pray for his health, and his message was quickly sent to Lord Staunton's desk. The lord seemed happy that he could wake up, but he was suddenly busy at the moment, and he didn't have time to see an insignificant patient.
"Your bones are growing flesh—do you know this is a miracle?" the monk chatted with him for a while, and after examining his body, he suddenly said excitedly, even his fingertips trembling exaggeratedly.
Viggo blinked tiredly, "Probably the seven gods are protecting me, I am a pious person."
The monk was very satisfied with his words, and he held the seven-star bible on his chest and prayed softly for him for a long time.
The little nun shook her head and watched them speak. After Viggo fell asleep due to fatigue, she was finally driven out of the ward by the monks: "Go outside to find the nuns."
She muttered unhappily and ran away.
But she will come back again. She really wanted to come here to see Viggo —because she had never seen such a person, and just a glance was enough to distinguish him from everyone the little nun had seen before—even the noble Lord Staunton didn't have such temperament, she thought.
He didn't seem to belong to this land at all.
