Lynn ignored the Gold Cloak kneeling on the floor. He merely glanced at the herbs on the table and nodded.
Even mild weakness was still weakness. It needed medicine.
After sending the Gold Cloak to prepare the herbs, Lynn turned his gaze to Melisandre, who had just climbed to her feet and still looked utterly bewildered.
"You. Come to the room with me."
"I have a few things to say to you in private."
Melisandre shuddered and instinctively lowered her head.
She was now thoroughly terrified of the "capricious" Lynn, who had stabbed her the moment they met.
What kind of decent person went straight for someone's heart with a sword?
"Yes, my lord."
Melisandre dared not disobey him in any way. Like the most obedient servant, she followed behind Lynn.
Lynn led her into a secluded bedroom in the Tower of the Hand.
The door closed.
Only Cersei, Liana, Sansa, and the Gold Cloak who dared not rise from his knees remained in the hall.
They exchanged looks.
The silence was terrifying.
"He..."
"Is he really... a god?"
Liana's voice trembled with tears, and her whole body shook.
Everything that had happened today had utterly destroyed the worldview she had built over more than a decade.
Bringing the dead back to life!
A miracle that existed only in ancient legends had just unfolded before her very eyes!
"If he isn't a god, what else could he be?"
Cersei's face was pale.
Yet an unprecedented fervor burned in her eyes.
She had to lean against a nearby pillar just to keep herself standing.
"Dragons are merely his pets."
"Kingship is merely his game."
"And we mortals probably aren't even ants in his eyes."
Her words made Sansa tremble as well.
What incredible fortune!
*To serve a true god walking among