[A/N: The story is ahead by a couple of chapters over there (link in bio). Consider this a bonus chapter. Next time I upload here, it will be ahead by 10.
Also, if interested, I am working on a Smut Novel. "Black Sun: The MILF Hunting Dragon Lord" on my Drive_Knight316 account.
Have a great day]
(Third Person POV)
"Lord of Light?" Alysanne asked, "What sort of nonsense is this?"
Aemon and Baelon were standing before the Iron Throne, looking at Jaehaerys as their Mother was standing next to him. They had returned to the Red Keep, reporting what had happened at Fleabottom; Cyrus killed the killer responsible for the burnings and even killed sellswords hired by the crimelord known as the Snake.
Jaehaerys had heard about the commotion and was awaiting his sons' reports.
"So you are telling me that....." Jaehaerys started, "The Followers of R'hllor believe this person is the Lord of Light himself?"
"They claim so." Aemon nodded, "A body made out of fire with flames meant to cleanse the filth. I don't know what to believe, but the man known as Cyrus definitely has a power beyond our comprehension. No sword can cut him; his body simply turns into flames and ignores any sort of damage."
"Not just that." Baelon said, "He can set ablaze any man with a simple touch..."
Jaehaerys placed his hand on his chin, "And he wants an audience with me?" He asked, "I do not know what could come out of this."
"Tomorrow at midday." Aemon said, "That is when he said he'll come. What should we do?"
Alysanne looked at Jaehaerys, "Nothing good can come out of the Red Cult and their tricks." She said, "Whatever your decision is, husband, you must be cautious."
Jaehaerys nodded, "If this Cyrus is an enemy, it is best if we get to know him." He said, "That way, we can find a way to deal with him."
"Would there be one?" Baelon asked, "A way?"
"We can only hope." The King said, "Regardless, I need to know what he wants. So I have no choice but to accept his demand to meet me."
Aemon nodded, "Very well." He said, "I'll send word to him. His Red Cult is at Fleabottom, they've decided to help out some orphaned children who were used in a fighting ring."
"How terrible." Alysanne said with a frown, "To think that would happen....."
"Something tells me that is the reason why he's coming here." Jaehaerys said,
"Cyrus...."
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"He's coming here?" Saera said, widening her eyes in excitement, "Are you serious, Alyssa?"
Alyssa nodded, "That is what I was told." She said, "Mother had just returned from seeing Daella and she was there when Aemon and Baelon reported to father. She told me that the man known as Cyrus is coming here, to have an audience with the King."
Saera was sitting down on the couch, in her chambers, wearing nothing but her nightgown as she had overslept and had not changed at all. Alyssa had entered her room, to tell her of what she had learned. At that moment, the Keep was met with an overwhelming tension since word of Cyrus's actions had reached them.
"I must see him!" Saera said with an excited grin, "The Man Made out of Flames.....I have to see him...!"
Alyssa sighed, "I don't know if that is a wise idea." She said, "Father will forbid it. We don't know if this person is dangerous or not. From what Baelon told me, he killed several men with ease, setting them ablaze. He was angry about something, it was...it was unlike our encounter. Baelon felt a real danger, just being near him."
Saera stood up, "But sister, don't you understand?" She said, "He's a unique being.....he's...."
"What do you want from him, Saera?" Alyssa asked, "Don't tell me you just want amusement?"
"Something like that." Saera said, "I'm curious, that is all....."
"I just came to tell you that." Alyssa turned around, "I suggest you behave yourself."
"Hm..." Saera pouted, "Fine then...."
Alyssa left the room, leaving her alone.
Saera smiled, "He's coming." she said softly, "I cannot wait to see him..."
"That man....."
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"My Lord." Erys said as he set a plate of cooked meat in front of him, "For you. If your corporeal form requires food, I humbly offer this to you."
Cyrus took the plate, "Thank you." He said, "But don't call me that."
"L-Lord?" Erys asked
Cyrus nodded, "Yes."
They were in a building, on the outskirts of the city, occupying the abandoned space after the whole ordeal. Cyrus told the cultists he wanted the orphans to be taken to safety, and Torys saw to it. They sent them to a temporary safehouse, where some of their contacts resided.
Torys was sitting down on a crate, next to the fireplace, while the others ate, "You are but our Lord of Light." He said, "In a vessel, made out of flesh. Your true form is that of fire, Great Lord. You need to understand that this is a great honor for us. Forgive us if we have insulted you."
Cyrus ate some of the meat, "I'm not some god." He said seriously, "I'm just a guy with a body made out of fire. Whatever you believe, you are wrong."
Erys gulped some of his food down, "So you say...." He said, "But the heat emanating from your body, it is radiating.....it soothes us, Lord."
"We must ask." Torys spoke up, "Where did you acquire that vessel? We were told that should you manifest yourself, it would be through pure flames.....which we see a glimpse of when the vessel is attacked."
Cyrus shrugged, "I don't know." He said as he ate, "I just woke up like this."
"I see." Erys said, "Lord, we must take you to our Priestess. Lady Mira would be delighted to be graced with your presence."
"First." Cyrus said, "I meet with the King. Tell me about this man."
"King Jaehaerys." Torys said, "Son of Aenys I Targaryen and Grandson of the Conqueror. He has been King for some time and has kept the Realm in an Era of Peace. Having just come off a tormenting rule from his predecessor, Maegor Targaryen."
Cyrus was chewing the meat, "Hm...." He said, "Targaryen...."
"Jaehaerys is a wise man. He can be quite firm and stubborn at times, but he always rules with order." Erys explained, "He doesn't use cruelty as some tyrants but he does make sure that his authority is recognized."
"I see...." Cyrus said
"He often reminds us that he has dragons." Torys explained, "He's not prone to threatening us with the flames of his beasts, but he makes sure that we know that the Targaryens are in charge of the Realm."
"Dragons." Cyrus said, "Is that what you call them?"
"It is what they are." Erys told him
"They are nothing but overgrown lizards that can breathe fire." Cyrus said, "If these Targaryens pride themselves on them...."
"They are pathetic."