- This article is about the special feature. For the deity, see: R'hllor
Sure, I prayed the prayers and I spoke the spells, but I also led raids on the kitchens. And, from time to time, they found girls in my bed. Such wicked girls. I never knew how they got there.
Then again, I did have a gift for tongues. And when I gazed into the flames, well, from time to time I saw things. Even so, I was more bother than I was worth.
Perhaps they thought Robert would listen to a kindred spirit, or perhaps celibacy had addled the High Priest's brain. I didn't know, I didn't care. I. Was. Free.
I did my duty as I saw it. Drinking and whoring and waving my sword around, the only gods Robert cared about, anyway.
Years passed, Robert became king, I became a joke, we both became fat. I even won some glory in Greyjoy's Rebellion, first through the breach and all that. It's amazing what boldness a full bladder can inspire.
But Robert had stopped listening to my sermons a long time ago, even if I had still bothered to give them. Then came Robert's death and the war.
I'm not speaking of those brats squabbling over the world's pointiest chair. Powers long asleep are waking and moving through the land. I've seen them in my flames. Shit, I've seen them with my own two eyes. The Lord of Light is real. And if he's real, then all of it is real.
Man once again faces the war for the dawn, which has been waged since time began. On one side is the Lord of Light. The Heart of Fire, the God of Flame and Shadow. Against him stands the Great Other, whose name may not be spoken. The Lord of Darkness, the Soul of Ice, the God of Night and Terror.
If the old tales are true, a terrible weapon forged with the lifeblood of a loving wife's heart.
Part of me thinks man was well rid of it, but great power requires great sacrifice. That much, at least, the Lord of Light is clear on.
I sound like a dried-out old woman, I know. But as our former Hand liked to say, "Winter Is Coming". When the cold winds rise, all men, no matter their faith or lack of it, huddle beside my nightfires. And I pray the prayers, and speak the spells, and beseech the Lord of Light to bring back the dawn.
So far, so good. But reprobate as I am, I can't help but wonder what will happen if, one day, our Lord does not answer. Imagine a night that goes on forever, so dark and full of terrors.
I think I need another drink.
- High Priest of R'hllor
- Lord/King Robert Baratheon
- Lord Eddard Stark (not mentioned by name)
- Ser Jorah Mormont (not mentioned by name)
- Azor Ahai (not mentioned by name)
- Nissa Nissa (not mentioned by name)
- Faith of the Seven
- The Seven (mentioned)
- Great Other