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Melisandre sipped red wine from a golden goblet. Everything had gone according to plan. She had seen Stannis' victory in the flames, and had been by his side during the Battle of the Blackwater, when King's Landing had been returned to it's rightful heir.
Of course the war was not over. The Lannisters were still a threat, licking their wounds at Harrenhall. The Starks were still in open rebellion, their leader Robb Stark having never lost a battle . The Greyjoys were also in rebellion, raiding and pillaging the North. No, The War of the Five Kings was far from over.
Of course these minor squabbles over land and honor paled in comparison to the war to come. Westeros needed to be ready to fight this war. Stannis was their champion, Azor Ahai, but more were needed. Priests and priestesses in service to the Lord of Light.
Melisandre had already gathered four. A former squire, a daughter of ****, a scarred princess, and a bastard blacksmith. Four unlikely souls who, together, would be vital in the war to come. But there was one more. Someone stronger than all the rest, with power that rivaled even Melisandre herself.
A guard approached, telling the red woman what she already knew. Melisandre made the necessary arrangements and in a matter of minutes her fifth champion stood before her.
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