Game of Thrones season 7 fanfiction

PROLOGUE

There was fear in the woman's voice. "Will he live?"

Godfred did not reply. He studied the body lying in front of him. The man was plump, with long black hair. His white surcoat was stained red.

Godfred placed his old wrinkled hand gently on the man's chest and then checked his pulse. He turned to the lady. "I'm sorry."

Tears brimmed in the woman's eyes. "Please?" He shook his head sadly.

The woman wailed and began to sob hysterically. Godfred patted her on the back and made his way towards the door, leaving the widow alone to mourn. Tyson, his assistant stood outside in the small dimly lit chamber. He was a young man of sixteen, tall and lanky with brown hair. "Bad news?" he asked.

Godfred nodded. "It has been the fourth one this week. I really don't know what these Black Necromancers want. Why are they onto the throats of the innocents?"

Tyson shrugged. "What about that man? Why couldn't you save him?"

"The man was dead hours ago! His wife found him rotting in an empty alleyway and dragged him here! Did you think of me as some sort of wizard? I'm only a maester for god's sake."

"And the best one here in Tyrosh. These people worship you. They think there's magic in your hands."

Godfred scratched his neatly trimmed beard. "The ruler doesn't seem to be paying any heed either. He spends his precious time dicing and drinking."

"Maybe you should be the ruler. I bet you could rid the city of these Black Necromancers in a heartbeat."

The Maester laughed. "A child's innocence. How would people accept a man from Asshai as their leader?"

"Just like the Meerenese accepted Daenerys Targaryen!"

Targaryen. The name sent chills down his spine. He had been hearing a lot about this dragon queen from the past three years. The common folk said that she had three fierce dragons who burned cities for her. Daenerys Targaryen, he thought nervously. Aerys's daughter.

His thoughts suddenly wandered off to the days spent with Aerys. He had been a courteous young gentleman who treated people justly. Godfred had been about forty  when he was appointed as the Grand Maester. He had been a great master and a good advisor to his king. But that was before Aerys started burning things. Godfred tried to protest against him only to get fired from the council. "Get lost," the Mad King's cold words echoed in his ears. "Get lost before I burn each and every bone in your body and feed your ashes to the goats."

He smiled gently at Tyson. "Not my cup of tea, I fear. Too much stress for no cause."

Deafening wailing sounds could be heard from the other room. They were loud enough to make anyone's ears bleed.

"It's pretty saddening," Tyson said. "She'll never get to see her husband again."

Godfred sighed. "I know how it feels. I felt the same once, lost and alone. It feels like the gods are playing crazy japes on you and the whole world is laughing at them."

Tyson stared back. "You do?"

Godfred nodded. "She was the only one I ever loved. I met her in my homeland. We had some really good times. She did not travel with me to King's Landing but promised to wait for my return. When King Aerys told me to piss off from his city, I went straight to Asshai. She wasn't there. I looked for her everywhere but to no avail." He exhaled, running a hand through his long white hair.

"Who was she, my lord?"

"A sorceress. Kissed by fire. Her name was Melisandre."