The Ruby Revelation

    By Storybird

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    19 Sep, 2023

    Melisandre, the scarlet-gowned priestess, often called the Red Witch, was deep in thought as she caressed her growing belly. This was a new role for Melisandre, motherhood.

    Her heart was filled with a tumult of emotions. Sometimes, it was marvel at the life growing inside her; other times, a deep-rooted fear for what it meant.

    The father of her child, Daeron Targaryen, son of the famed Queen Daenerys, was a man she hardly knew. That didn't matter. It was the child's lineage that was important.

    As she sat contemplating her future, a raven brought a message. It was from Daeron, an invitation to visit him at the Targaryen's Citadel.

    Daeron greeted her with formal courtesy. But as he looked at her growing belly, his eyes held an intricate mesh of fear, worry, and responsibility.

    "A child of ice and fire," he whispered. He approached with tentative steps, placing a hand on her belly. In that moment, Melisandre saw a glimmer of hope.

    Days turned into weeks, and Melisandre could see Daeron struggling. He was going to be a father, and the weight of it was not lost on him.

    Melisandre had her own fears. She was no ordinary woman; her power could influence the child growing within her. And so, she sought the counsel of the Citadel's Maester.

    The Maester assured her that her power wouldn't harm the child. But he warned her of the threats from those who lusted for the throne.

    Days turned into nights and nights into days. Melisandre and Daeron spent long hours discussing their child's future, growing closer with each conversation.

    Daeron's initial fear slowly turned into acceptance and then anticipation. He began reading tomes on fatherhood and seeking advice from seasoned men.

    Melisandre saw a man out of his depth, trying his best to be the father he believed his child deserved. It warmed her heart to see his dedication.

    But as her time drew near, unease settled in her heart. She knew they were in a dangerous game, one that threatened not just them, but their unborn child.

    Melisandre felt a premonition – a deep, gnawing dread. The threat was real, and it was near. She had to protect her unborn child, at any cost.

    She called upon her powers, her prayers echoing through the stone halls. She asked her god for protection, a safe delivery, and a bright future for their child.

    Melisandre poured her heart into her prayers. She cared for Daeron, he was the father of her child. But she loved their unborn child fiercely, with a mother's unwavering love.

    Her prayers were answered. The child arrived safely into the world, born with a fiery spirit. Melisandre named him R'hllor, after the god she served.

    But the birth of R'hllor was not the end; it was just the beginning. The powerful families were aware of his existence now, and the fight for power would inevitably ensue.

    Daeron stood by Melisandre. The son of ice and the daughter of fire. They would protect their child from the storm that was about to descend upon them.

    Melisandre no longer feared the future. She had R'hllor, her miracle, and Daeron, a man grown to be a strong protector and a loving father.

    And R'hllor, the child of prophecy, destined for greatness, slept peacefully in her arms, oblivious to the storm brewing around him.

    Melisandre knew the road ahead was fraught with danger. But she believed in R'hllor. He was the union of ice and fire, of prophecy and love.

    One night, R'hllor stirred in her arms, his blue eyes peering into the shadows as if seeing something beyond their understanding. He truly was a child of prophecy.

    Daeron, too, was a changed man. He was ready to face any threat, for his child and the woman who bore him. He truly was a Targaryen.

    Melisandre looked at the future with courage. No matter the storm, she knew that the Red Witch, the Targaryen, and the child of prophecy would face it together.

    They had just begun their journey, the journey of a lifetime. Their tale would echo through the ages, the saga of the Ruby Revelation.

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