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Waifu Catalog Nightmare Mode by BatRou-Dawg

Misc » Book X-overs Rated: M, English, Supernatural, Words: 294k+, Favs: 159, Follows: 172, Published: Jun 27, 2023 Updated: Jun 29, 2023

16Chapter 3

Melisandre POV

"Are these many candles really necessary?" Stannis Baratheon asked, sweat gathered on his brow from all the heat in the room. Most of it coming from the overflowing hearth at the corner of the room where the Princess Shireen's bed had been shifted. But also from the hundreds of candles she had lit up in every nook and cranny of the room.

"They are my lord." She said, bending down to light yet another candle and posing her body just in the right manner for her shapely ass to jut out in his direction.

The brief time she'd spent with him earlier this afternoon told her that Stannis was not the kind of man who would succumb to lust so easily. Especially when most of his focus was already on his dying daughter. But experience over the centuries has taught her that it never hurts to try.

And she would indeed try her best in this circumstance, especially since the visions sent to her by her lord R'hollor were what led her here in the first place.

"Are you sure you want to stay here for the entire night? This room will only get warmer through the hours." She asked softly as she lit up the last of the candles and started preparing the poultice that she would apply to the Greyscale infected area on little Shireen's face.

Stannis gave her a curt nod in reply. His eyes going back to his daughter who was fast asleep due to a copious use of Dreamwine.

Maester Cressen had balked at the idea of administering such a large dosage of Dreamwine to the princess and had protested vigorously against it. He would've even been right, had she used a mundane method to try and heal the girl. But her lord's miracles were anything but mundane. And it would be better for the girl to sleep through the pain, then wake up crying and ruin the ritualistic healing.

With the poultice ready and the necessary amount of fire having gathered in the room, she turned to look at Stannis and said. "If you're intent on staying here, then I'll ask you not to disturb me for the rest of the healing procedure. Some of the parts will be painful on Shireen, despite the Dreamwine. But you must not disturb me. Or everything will be ruined. Do you understand my lord?"

Stannis grunted in reply, his eyes never leaving Shireen at all.

She wasn't surprised. Stannis was a man of few words. And stubborn to a fault. But despite his curt manners, she could not deny that the man indeed held great love for his children. Otherwise he would not have gone to the great lengths he did to save his daughter.

That was good. The more he loved his children, the more grateful he'll feel when she eventually saves the girl. And the easier it'll be for her to convince him to embrace the one and true god in this world.

'For the night is dark and full of terrors.' She chanted in his heart like she'd done a millions of times before and started applying the poultice to Shireen's face.

...

The knock on the door broke the silence in the room and she slowly tore her eyes away from the partially healed girl, her eyes drooping from exhaustion as she glanced at Stannis who had not taken his eyes off of his daughter for the entire night.

Stannis gave a curt nod and went to open the door while she took a glance around the room.

The candles in the room had burned down and then replaced four entire times through the night. And the logs in the hearth had needed to be changed twice to keep up the amount of heat needed for the healing. But in the end, she had succeeded.

'Partially.' She thought with tired resignation as she looked at the girl whose life she had managed to save but not her beauty.

For despite having survived the ordeal, Shireen's face was now filled with the remnants of Greyscale. The girl will live but she'll bear that ugly mark for the rest of her life.

The sight filled her with disgust. Not because of the girl's now ugly features. But because she had failed in healing the girl completely. Because someone could now point their fingers at Shireen and say that her's lord's miracles were not perfect.

Utter nonsense, of course. Her lord was perfect in everything. The failure in this was hers and hers alone. She must have made a mistake somewhere through the healing procedure, otherwise the girl would be healed completely.

'No matter. What's done is done. I promised that the girl will survive and she did. This would have to be enough.' She thought before she sat up on her chair with some difficulty (the night had taken a lot out of her) and looked at the door to see young Stephen Baratheon standing outside the now opened door.

Stephen Baratheon. The boy who made her question whether she had been wrong in interpreting her lord's visions or not.

For when she arrived in this dreary island, she had been sure that she was meant to serve Stannis Baratheon. But her brief meeting with the boy upon her arrival had shaken that belief.

'You are Melisandre.' Those were the first words that the boy had said to her. Despite having never met her before in his entire life, brief as it was.

The boy had not only known who she was but when she would arrive in this island and why. And he 'knew' that she would be able to heal his little sister.

Surely, this could not be a mere coincidence.

Was it possible that her Lord sent her here, not to serve Stannis Baratheon, but his son Stephen Baratheon instead?

Was Stephen Baratheon the saviour that she had been looking out for so long? Was he Azor Ahai reborn after all? She will have to know.

Despite her tiredness, she tried to pay attention to what the boy and his father were talking about.

"…that's good." Stephen's choked up voice reached her ears. "She survived, and that's all that matters."

A brief silence was shared between the father and son before Stephen spoke up once again. "When will she wake up?"

"In time." Stannis replied. "Be patient."

"Can I see her now?"

"No." Stannis' reply was curt before his paused and his features softened a bit. "Not yet."

"Will you… will you read this to her? When she wakes up." Stephen asked as he handed a book to his father. "It's her favourite story."

Stannis took the book silently and gave a curt nod to his son.

Silence permeated between the father and son once again. The silence shared between two relatives who didn't know how to communicate with one another. It was amusing to watch. Something else she could use to get into Stannis, or Stephen's heart.

"Go to your yard for your daily practice." Stannis ordered in the end, probably feeling more comfortable treating his son like one of his soldiers than the 7 years old boy he was.

Stephen gave a nod to father and took a curious look inside the room, their eyes meeting for the briefest of moment before the boy turned and left.

'There was something in his eyes.' She thought as she watched Stannis close the door and sat back down in his previous seat. 'Something… as if he knew me, when he shouldn't. I need to know more about him.'

"Your son." She spoke, breaking the silence in the room. "He seems like a wonderful young man."

A brief grunt was all the reply she got from Stannis. Annoying but not unexpected.

"Has he started his training already? He seems a bit young for that." She tried again.

Stannis continued to stare at Shireen, not even reacting to her words. A part of her was beginning to wonder if the intent with which he focused on his daughter was so that he'll have an excuse to avoid a conversation with her.

A long silence passed between them, and just when she thought that he was going to ignore her words completely, he spoke up "Yes."

'Yes to what? That he has started training already. Or that he was too young for his training.' She thought with amusement that also held the slightest tinge of irritation.

But no matter. A single word reply was better than a mere grunt. So there's some progress.

"You seem proud of him." She prodded.

This time, Stannis turned his head to stare at her, his deep black eyes boring down upon her own with such intensity that weaker women would've quailed in terror.

But she was anything but weak. For her lord gave her the strength to bear the burden of the entire world. And her lord was always with her. So she smiled at him instead.

"I am." Stannis said, his words said in a tone that clearly stated that he was done giving her answers and she better not bother him again with such inane talk.

Then Stannis turned to look at his daughter once again. "When will she wake up."

'When the lord wills it.' She thought but didn't speak that out.

Instead, she said "The healing has been hard on her body and mind. She'll stay asleep for as long as it takes for the damage to heal."

"I didn't ask for an explanation." Stannis said, sending a glare her way once again. "I asked for a time. How long, until she wakes up?"

She bit cheeks in slight consternation at his rude behaviour. 'I've just saved your daughter you ill-mannered man. Show some gratitude at least.'

But despite her thoughts, she made a thoughtful expression before she spoke. "It could be anywhere from a day to a moon's turn. Depending on how much damage the Greyscale had done to her boy. Perhaps even longer. But she should eventually wake up. Healthy."

She was, in fact, not sure if that's how long it'll take for the girl to wake up. Or if the girl would wake up at all. But she was sure her lord wouldn't have sent her all the way to this island and wasted his miracle on the girl if he didn't want her to live at least.

Stannis frowned at her words for a moment before he got up from his chair and walked toward the door. Upon reaching it, he turned to throw another glare her was. "You'll stay as a guest in Dragonstone for the next moon's turn. Pray that my daughter wakes up before then."

And with that, he strode out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him and she collapsed back in her chair, showing the true extent of the exhaustion and weakness that she had refused to show Stannis.

'At this point, having Stephen as the Azor Ahai seems far more preferable to Stannis. The boy would be amiable to listen to my words at least.' She thought tiredly before she closed her eyes and let some well deserved sleep claim her.

...

"…hardly ever cried as a child. In fact, he was so silent in his early days that the Maester worried if he'll ever speak at all. But he did. Oh gods yes. Stephen was only 3 moons old when he spoke his first words. Mama, he called me. And 6 moons old when he started walking. Far earlier than other children. Maester Cressen said so himself." Selyse Baratheon almost gushed as she spoke of her most beloved son.

It has been two days since she healed Shireen Baratheon. And while the girl has yet to wake up from the treatement, her fever had broken down, her laboured breathing had evened out, and colour seemed to be returning to the girl's cheeks.

At this point, even Maester Creseen could not decry her methods any longer and admitted that the girl would wake up any moment now.

The good news had allowed her some goodwill from Stannis Baratheon. And she was now able to freely roam around the castle. With a guard to escort her around of course. 'To make sure she didn't got lost in the dark corridors of this ancient castle'.

She would've scoffed at that weak excuse but she wasn't about to deny to chance to get some fresh air and soak in the warmth of the sun shining brightly upon her face.

After resting in the sun for a while, she went about the castle, talking with anyone she came across, be it a stableboy, a kitchen maid, or an armoured knight in a bid to gather some information and sate her curiosity regarding the focus of her attention.

Stephen Baratheon.

So far, she had heard only positive things about him (though she would be very surprised if someone badmouthed Stannis' son under his own roof and then expect to remain employed).

Still, various people gave her various stories about Stephen.

The Knights told her that the boy was diligent in his practice in the yard and had the makings of a fine warrior. The stableboy informed her that Lord Stephen was generous with his coin and even gave him treats on occasions. The maids whispered about how kind the young lord was, asking after their families and providing help if one of their family member got ill.

Even Maester Cressen, despite his reluctance to talk with her, had let slip that the boy had a mind as sharp as Valyrian Steel and was the smartest and most diligent student he'd ever seen or taught in his entire life. And that's including the various acolytes and Maesters he'd studied with in the Citadel.

But none of them gave her even a fraction of the information that Selyse was now jubilantly passing onto her in regards to her son.

When she had first arrived in Dragonstone, Selyse had looked at her with cold, guarded eyes, as if fearing that she'll harm her daughter with dark magic before stealing her husband away from her with her vile foreign ways.

That cold and distant attitude had done a quick about turn when she succeeded in healing Shireen.

Now, Selyse treated her almost like a sister.

To her, it seemed more like the woman has lived and long and lonely life in this damp castle, with few if any other woman to share her time with. And had latched onto the first woman that she had seen as an equal, with the possibility of gaining a friend whom she could share her woes and joys with.

And she had no problem acting as that friend and leading Selyse by the nose as she revealed everything about her son to her.

Would she eventually use this trust and friendship to have Selyse serve the one and true god in the world? Without a doubt. But for now, she was far more interested in learning about Stephen.

"I heard that Stephen came up with the design of a device that'll help write a book faster than a scribe could do it. Is there any truth to that?" She asked curiously and Selyse paused in her tirade to adopt a thinking expression.

"Hm… I'm not entirely sure about it. I do remember Maester Cressen talking about something like that but Stephen doesn't usually share such things with me. You'll have to ask the Maester if you wish to know more on this subject. Now, where was I?"

"You were telling me about his interest in books."

"Ah yes. The boy spends far too much time with his face buried in those dusty old tomes. He should go out and play with boys his age a bit more. I keep telling Stannis to-"

...

Something has changed.

She had no idea what has changed but as soon as she returned to her chamber after a long conversation with Selyse, she felt something inside her change. Something fundamental. As if the entire foundation upon which she had built her life had been shifted.

But for the life of her, she could not tell what that change was.

Panic and confusion filled her heart as she looked at the fire in the hearth of her room, looking for guidance from her lord. Something, anything.

And after staring at it long and hard, she was able to get a glimpse of something. A battle in snow. With a tall black haired man fighting on his lonesome against a horde of blue eyed undead.

She watched with slight fascination as she man ran faster than any horse she'd ever seen, hit harder than the strength of a dozen men, and channeled arrows of light from his hands that tore into dozens of wights around him, turning them to dust with the briefest touch.

The vision was clearer than anything she'd seen in a long while. But despite that, she was not able to see the face of this young man or notice any heraldry on his person that would tell her of his identity.

Despite all that, she could tell exactly who this person was.

Azor Ahai.

For who else could fight an entire army of the Great Other on his lonesome and destroy them so thoroughly and even the dragons of old would look at the carnage and destruction wrought onto by him on the battlefield and bow their heads in defeat.

The vision ended far too quickly for her liking and despite her best attempts, she was not able to get another look at that person. The saviour of mankind that she'd been looking for her entire life.

The person who her duty was to guide and mould and help in any manner possible.

This person, who made her loins ache with need despite her womb having dried up centuries ago and despite the fact that she has lost any sensation of lust in her nether region when she learned the Shadow Binding magic in Asshai.

Was this what has changed? That destiny was telling her that she was close to the saviour that she has searched for all her life.

No, there was more to this. More to whatever has happened to her. But for the life of her, she could not tell what has changed.

She stepped away from the fire and sat down on a stool, her eyes never leaving the fire as she looked and looked for answers that didn't came. In time, the wood in the hearth burned out and disappointed, she went back to her bed.

...

Her body writhed in pleasure and she clutched onto the velvety silk under her as a thick and hard length penetrated her from behind.

Again and again and again. The man held her hips with one hand and pulled her hair by the other in the most painful and pleasurable of ways as his hips slammed into hers in a forceful rhythm.

Her cunt clenched tightly around his cock as his member finally hilted deep inside her and spasmed as hot liquid filled with love and life filled her to the brim. And then over the brim as she remembered the sensation that she'd forgotten centuries ago and came along with him.

She gained a moment of respite after the man had throughly spent himself inside her and fell on top of her. Tired after an entire night of lovemaking that made her feel far, far younger than she had any right to feel.

She felt his palm slid across from her hips, over her naked and sweat covered body before resting on the peaks of her breast. His hot burning lips found the small of her neck as his fingers clamped around her nipple and gave it a twist in a manner that sent shivers of pleasure down her spine and made her cunt flutter as she came around his member once again despite having done so just a moment ago.

His hot breath fell upon her cheeks after he'd left behind a love bite on her neck and she felt him start moving inside her once again, his cock having remained hard this entire time.

He extracted his thick member from inside her, leading to the deluge of sexual fluids slipping out of her vagina before he positioned his cock over her anal opening.

She gasped in great pain and pleasure as she felt him tear past her tight opening and filled her up in a manner that she'd never been filled before.

And as he pulled her back on her knees to get a better angle for slamming inside her and pulled her by the back of her hair, she turned around just in time to get a good look at h—

And woke up with a gasp on her bed in Dragonstone. Sweat covering her entire body as well as a slimy fluid leaking out of her pussy that still held onto the sensation that she'd felt so clearly in that lucid dream of hers.

She took some of the fluid from her thigh under the light of the full moon and took a slow whiff, confirming what she'd though it to be but not daring to believe.

She… when was the last time she'd been genuinely aroused by something. When was the last time she'd leaked due to that arousal. She could not remember the exact date but she knew that it was a very, very long time ago. So why now?

The answers were as unclear to her as they were yesterday afternoon when she'd felt her world shift without knowing why. But what was still clear in her mind was the visage of the man who had taken her like a stallion takes a mare. Like a dog takes his bitch.

The young and handsome face of what looked like a brother of Stannis Baratheon but she knew in her heart was not actually his brother but the adult face of his son Stephen.

The man that he would one day become.

Her heart fluttered in love, and admiration, and devotion as she thought of him. And for some very strange reason, she did not find this strange at all.

The fact that she now loved and respected someone more than her lord R'hollor should've horrified her but for some reason, the knowledge filled her with a strange sense of deep calm that she didn't fail to bask in.

She clamped down the urge to go to Stephen right this instance and request to know what has been done to her to change her in such a manner.

It was the middle of the night after all. And even if she were to ignore the guards that Stannis had deployed outside her door, she did not want to disturb Stephen's sleep by waking him up in such a late hour.

No. Whatever queries she has could wait a few hours till morning.

So after she'd cleaned her vaginal fluids from her thighs, and wiped the sweat from her body, she went back to her bed and tried her best to go back to sleep despite knowing well in her heart that no sleep would come to her for the rest of the night.

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