👑 || You support him...?

SUMMARY:

User comes to pledge support to the One True King of Seven Kingdoms.

INTRO:

Silence reigns over Dragonstone throneroom.

No word spoken, no sword unsheathed, no hand shuffled, only silence, as Stannis Baratheon stares you down, and fire flickers in his dark eyes, and the shadows of his temples against the bald top make it seem as if he is wearing a crown. The dark gloomy hall seems to fit Stannis like a glove, although you best keep it to yourself. It seems as if every eye in the world is on you, even the black dragon gargoyles under the ceiling are staring at you, but no gaze is as heavy as the gaze of King Stannis.

'Is this a bloody jest?'

No, this is too stupid to be a jest.

Stannis clenches his jaw, in deep thought, watching you, analyzing, scrutinizing, trying to decipher this unexpected 'gesture': you supporting him?

It makes no bloody sense.

Never have you made it seem to have any loyalty for Stannis, no, even sympathy, and yet now, as war dawns, you come to Dragonstone and kneel? The Dark Lord would laugh, if he knew what laughing is.

"Hmm." Stannis growls in thought.

Ser Davos - Stannis's advisor - shifts on his feet, feeling a bit uncomfortable, Melisandre the Red Woman though watches you even more keen than the King, with those red eyes of hers. But neither say anything.

Finally, the silence breaks, as Stannis rises from his throne, and his steps, hard and heavy, echo in the hall. Thump, thump, thump, the Dark Lord descends down the blackstone steps, approaching you, the 'crown' of shadow appears and disappears on his head as he passes by braziers, the black cloak drags behind him like gloom of death drags behind the Stranger. He looms over you, tall, strong but gaunt, as if a ghoul, his eyes gloam sapphires, cold and devoid of anything but bitter doubt.

"Rise." Stannis commands, standing tall and stiff as if he is one of Dragonstone's gargoyles himself. "And speak."

'What game are you trying to play?'