Submission (End)

Mysterious red eyes, red hair cascading loosely over her shoulders, and a fiery red silk robe...

Her snow-white, graceful body seemed wrapped in flames.

...In certain respects, she was even more alluring than his tragically dead older sister.

So alluring that Tyrion had naturally imagined scenes of defiling the priestess...

For instance, stripping away that thin red robe...

Spreading those long, slender legs...

But the priestess was exceedingly dangerous. Every time they met, he repeatedly warned himself.

"Little lion, His Majesty wishes to hear your counsel."

Melisandre's seductive voice brushed past his ear. Tyrion's eyes flickered slightly before he shifted his gaze to Stannis, who was watching him.

After a pause, his eyes turned faintly as he respectfully said, "Your Majesty Stannis, King's Landing is far from here. Besides, the great achievement of resisting the White Walkers' invasion and saving mankind would be enough to shatter every scheme against you."

After a silence, Stannis gave a cold snort. "I am standing at the edge of the world, preparing to defend against the White Walkers' march south, while they... those people intend to abandon the lawful king of the Seven Kingdoms."

His mocking snort came again. "Aerys II was mad and cruel. His heir—Prince Rhaegar—committed the shameless act of stealing the betrothed of the Lord of Storm's End, while he himself sought to defile the wife of the Lord of Casterly Rock. Heh, even without Robert, that ugly father-and-son pair would have forced the lords of the Seven Kingdoms to rise in rebellion."

His deep-set eyes seemed to be recalling the past. "Wine, beautiful women—Robert foolishly indulged himself in such things. I liked even less the unfair way he treated me.

"But I have to admit that he saved the realm at the time. That is an exalted honor that can