Game of Thrones: The Ruler Chapter 55: The Fated Meeting

Jon continued to entertain his opponents for so more ti, parrying and dodging their coordinated attacks with casual ease. His movents were like air moving in through their ranks.

But when he finally decided it was enough, he made his move. In a matter of monts, every last one of them had been cleanly taken down. Grey Worm being the final one to fall. The two wooden swords in his hand had moved like a flash of light as they found their mark on their necks. He obviously did not strike them but only gave a slight tap.

A maid quickly approached and handed Jon a cloth to wipe the sweat off his body. At this mont, one of the Supre Shadows, entered the arena at a brisk pace. He walked straight up to Grey Worm and whispered sothing in his ear.

A frown imdiately ford on Grey Worm's face.

"What is it?" Jon asked, catching the change in his expression.

"My lord," Grey Worm replied, "there are two won waiting outside the mansion. They are requesting an audience with you."

Jon raised an eyebrow. Two won asking to et him? That in itself was not strange. Countless people tried to gain his attention every day. What made this unusual was that they had managed to reach a point where even a Supre Shadow felt it necessary to inform their Commander directly. This sure was interesting and his curiosity piqued.

"One of them claims to be a Red Priestess," Grey Worm added the interesting part of the information. "Her na is lisandre."

lisandre? The na hit him like a hamr. What in the world was she doing here?

Jon's mind churned as thoughts gathered in his mind. lisandre was one of the most enigmatic figures in the canon. She was soone almost impossible to judge. Was she kind? Evil? Zealous? Misguided? Corrupted? Fanatic?

Even after everything she had done, her true alignnt had been a kind of mystery. What she saw in those flas was a hard thing to tell.

Her loyalty? That had always rested with who she claid to be Azor Ahai i.e. the prince who was promised. But who was Azor Ahai? Even she did not seem to know for sure and she had changed her supposed saviour more than once.

Initially, she had served Stannis. She had then birthed a shadow to murder Renly Baratheon. She had burnt Stannis' daughter, Shireen alive.

And yet after Stannis died, she shifted her loyalty to Jon Snow. She had then brought Jon Snow back from the dead.

If it had been original Jon Snow in the body, then he would have been fated to be brought from dead by her hands.

lisandre had also played a pivotal role in the Battle of Winterfell against the Night King and his forces. Her magic had played an important role in the battle. She was a determining factor in the victory of living over the dead and Arya slaining the Night King.

And when the Night King was finally slain, she chose death. A complex character, indeed.

"Send her in," Jon finally said, his voice calm but thoughtful.

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lisandre and the young woman accompanying her were finally ushered into the mansion.

It had been a long journey for them from the port of ereen to the towering mansion atop the Great Pyramid.

Every soldier or official they encountered along the way lacked the authority to grant them direct access to Lord Aeos. And yet, ti and again, lisandre had sohow compelled them, through her identity or persuasion or sothing else to escort her to soone of higher rank.

Only after repeating this process half a dozen tis, did they finally reach the gates of the mansion, where a mber of Lord Aeos's personal guard deed their ssage important enough to bring forward. And now, at last, the wait was over.

The soldier led them through the grand halls of the pyramid, finally guiding them into a large arena within the mansion itself. It was the sa arena where Jon had been sparring earlier.

And they did not need any introductions to recognise who Lord Aeos was. Seated at the centre of the space, on a wooden chair, was the man they had co to find.

A striking young man with black hair awaiting their arrival with a calm, composed air.

His subordinates- Slyvia, Grey Worm, Jelerion, and several Supre Shadows stood silently around him, forming a protective circle. There was no mistaking it. This was Lord Aeos.

As lisandre and the young woman stepped into the arena, Jon spotted them the very mont they entered.

His eyes first settled on the older woman. lisandre, the Red Priestess.

She looked almost exactly as he rembered from the shows. Draped in flowing red robes, her hair was a striking fla red and her skin was pale as cream. And those unsettling crimson eyes. And the glowing red ruby tied to her neck.

But then Jon's gaze shifted to the young woman standing beside her.

The mont he laid eyes on her, sothing stirred within him. A strange sense of familiarity crept inside him. It was his blood doing the bidding.

She had silver hair that shimred softly in the light, her skin pale and smooth. Even beneath her ragged, worn and travel stained appearance, she radiated a natural, effortless beauty.

Her eyes were tinged with a soft hue of violet. And her face… Her face looked too familiar.

While Jon was focused on the young woman, she, too, could not take her eyes off him. From the mont she stepped into the arena, her gaze had remained locked onto the man seated before her.

Her heart was beating faster with each step she took as her fingers were instinctively tightening around the cloth bundle in her arms.

She was staring, not out of awe or surprise, but out of sothing deeper. A certainty blooming from within.

She instinctively compared every detail of his physical appearance to the image etched in her dreams. The face had not been clear in the dreams but now, seeing him in the flesh, there was no doubt in her heart.

This was him. The man from her dreams. The man who had been riding the dragon. The one she had co searching for.

"Leave," Jon's echoing voice snapped her out of daze as there was a small commotion and every occupant in the arena scurried away leaving the three of them alone.

No one questioned or objected his command even though Grey Worm gave a stern look to lisandre before departing away. It was a silent warning on his part.

And finally, it was ti for the discussion between them. And the young lady did not have any idea what she was going to talk about.

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