To say Stannis is bothered by the situation wouldn’t even begin to cover it. He should be used to having to think quick and adapt to whatever gets on his path, and after years of having Lady Melisandre by his side have made him… well, not amenable to magic. He would never be completely amenable to something so dangerous. A two-edged sword, as Lord Snow had described it. But he had learned to expect the unexpected. But usually the unexpected involved fire, light-shows, people dying in mysterious ways. If the rumors were to be believed it also involved losing his fleet simply because he’d left Melisandre behind.
The unexpected certainly didn’t involve waking up in a strange land, full of strange people and even stranger devices on his pocket that won’t stop chiming. He ignores it.
His first thought had been that he had somehow ended up on the other side of the wall… but no. It didn’t feel right. Nothing about this felt right. After a couple hours wandering in every direction (the hand never leaving the hilt of his sheathed sword), he decides to enter one of the weird-looking houses. Inside, he finds a fire- and maybe he has spent too much time around Lady Melisandre because the sight of it is enough to make any weariness about the house disappear. He approaches, discarding the gloves to warm his fingers-
And then he hears a noise, and quickly turns around.
“Who else is there?” He doesn’t yell it. He doesn’t have to: he’s good at making his voice heard.
Stannis Baratheon | ASOIAF
To say Stannis is bothered by the situation wouldn’t even begin to cover it. He should be used to having to think quick and adapt to whatever gets on his path, and after years of having Lady Melisandre by his side have made him… well, not amenable to magic. He would never be completely amenable to something so dangerous. A two-edged sword, as Lord Snow had described it. But he had learned to expect the unexpected. But usually the unexpected involved fire, light-shows, people dying in mysterious ways. If the rumors were to be believed it also involved losing his fleet simply because he’d left Melisandre behind.
The unexpected certainly didn’t involve waking up in a strange land, full of strange people and even stranger devices on his pocket that won’t stop chiming. He ignores it.
His first thought had been that he had somehow ended up on the other side of the wall… but no. It didn’t feel right. Nothing about this felt right. After a couple hours wandering in every direction (the hand never leaving the hilt of his sheathed sword), he decides to enter one of the weird-looking houses. Inside, he finds a fire- and maybe he has spent too much time around Lady Melisandre because the sight of it is enough to make any weariness about the house disappear. He approaches, discarding the gloves to warm his fingers-
And then he hears a noise, and quickly turns around.
“Who else is there?” He doesn’t yell it. He doesn’t have to: he’s good at making his voice heard.