[a/n: story is 10 chapters ahead over there (link in bio), we'll move at a 1-1 ratio this week. I have started another story over there, the Prologue of "The Night's King in The North" is out. It is similar to this story but the guy has Ice Logia powers and it will be during Maegor's reign.
Thank you for the support and have a great day]
(Cyrus's POV)
"My Lord." Erys said, "We have contacted our Priestess. We sent her a letter, informing her of our discovery. The letter also tells her that you wish to have an audience with King Jaehaerys."
I looked at him, "Okay."
I was outside on the street, looking up at the castle far in the distance. There was something about this whole place that rubbed me the wrong way. I should have paid attention when Emily ranted about this world's story. I was a terrible listener, to be fair. Not just that, she always rambled about this story whenever I was trying to study for my exams so I had to focus on the important stuff.
I do remember watching some episodes of Game of Thrones, but I know that I am at a time much before that time. I remember how the famous Ned Stark's was chopped off because of that insufferable boy-king.
I don't remember getting far into the whole Red Cult and Lord of Light part, but Emily mentioned them. There was that one guy who was a priest, was able to use some sort of magic, setting his sword ablaze. If I remember correctly, she told me that there was a big difference between the show and the books.
All of that aside, I couldn't help but feel angry.
I don't know why I was angry. This is a world that I didn't know because I paid no attention to it. This is a place that is foreign to me, I was not from here. So why did I care so much about what was happening here? The injustice that I had just witnessed angered me so much.
I knew why.
Because I experienced it to an extent. I witnessed children being treated being less than trash, being nothing but sacks of meat for monsters of men. I couldn't stand that thought, the thought of innocent children being hurt.
No. I won't stand for it.
I clenched my fists, "Have you found him?" I asked, "The Snake?"
"He is elusive." Erys told me, "But worry not, My Lord. We will find him. In the meantime, we have contacted more members all throughout the realm. If you wish to make some sort of move here in the City, we will need their help. If Lady Mira decides to come here, she will help in recruiting more members to follow you."
I looked at him, "I don't care." I said, "Find the Snake and bring him to me."
These people are insane; they think I am some sort of Red God. The Lord of Light. R'hllor. The God that brings warmth and light, guiding the way for lost souls. Torys mentioned that the Red Religion was scarce in Westeros, but I had millions of followers in Essos.
These people are not just insane; they are foolish. They see a guy with his body made out of fire, and they immediately assume he's their god. I'm just an idiot with a Fire Logia ability, that is all. I am not a god, not really.
But I will be the one who cleanses the world of its filth. That is the only way I can atone for my ignorance in my previous life. Something has to be done about this and I would be a damned coward if I didn't do anything about it.
Whatever the King tells me will decide the fate of these people.
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(Third Person POV)
"You are before King Jaehaerys Targaryen." A Kingsguard announced as Cyrus and his followers entered the Throne Room, "First of his name, King of The Andals, The Rhoynar, and The First Men."
Cyrus stopped in the middle of the room, looking directly at Jaehaerys who was staring at him with a serious expression. He noticed how relaxed Jaehaerys was, wearing his royal garments along with his crown, sitting nicely on his head.
Cyrus glanced to the side, seeing all of the Kingsguard stationed to the side, their serious expressions telling him that they were ready for anything. He also saw Alysanne standing next to Jaehaerys, her hands in front of her as a neutral expression was on her face. Both the King and Queen were scanning Cyrus, as if trying to see if there was anything special about him.
They were told he was the Lord of Light; The God R'hllor. But they didn't feel any sort of divine presence from him; they simply saw a man standing before them.
Torys stepped forwards, "Your Grace, King Jaehaerys." He said with a humble tone, "We come before you, the humble followers of The Lord of Light, to present him to you."
"Present who?" Jaehaerys asked with a raised eyebrow
"The Lord of Light himself, the Grea-" Torys started
"I can speak for myself." Cyrus grabbed Torys shoulder and walked in front of him, "I am Cyrus. You must be the King. And that woman there must be your Queen."
Alysanne frowned, "Yes." She said, a bit offended by his tone, "Cyrus, you say? Your name is not R'hllor? They claim you are the Lord of Light."
"I am Cyrus." Cyrus told her, "Whatever these men call me is of no concern of mine."
Jaehaerys looked at him, "You demanded an audience with me." He said, "What for? The man who caused quite the commotion the past few days."
"I came to ask you, The King, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Cyrus said with a serious scowl, "You sit on that stupid-looking throne and allow the injustice to happen under your nose."
Jaehaerys narrowed his eyes, "What are-"
"Children and innocent young men and women." Cyrus cut him off, "Rounded up in the poverty of your city, forced to fight for the entertainment of scum. Is this the city you run, King Jaehaerys?!"
"We were not aware of that situation." Jaehaerys told him, "Make no mistake, we are to handle that. And we will handle it on our terms, Cyrus."
"No." Cyrus said, "If anyone is to handle it, it is I. I will not stand by and allow this to keep happening."
"I mean no offense when I say this." Jaehaerys said, "It is no concern of yours."
"Oh, it's not?" Cyrus asked, "Look at you, sitting up there with that crown on your head. I can already tell how you Targaryens feel about yourselves. You sit atop your dragons, flying high above the people below you and you think you can make the rules. Well, I can tell you this: You are no longer making the rules. I will cleanse these streets of yours. I simply came here to warn you about it. If you get in my way, I don't guarantee anything good will come from it."
"What you're doing is a hostile act." Alysanne spoke up, "You have no dominion here."
"I have dominion wherever I please." Cyrus scowled, "If I am the God R'hllor, my flames will reach wherever the fuck they want. Such is my way."
Jaehaerys stood up with a serious expression, "Cyrus, was it?" He asked,
"Come, walk with me."