The Mountain of Ice and Fire

"Madam Melisandre, you can't go any further." A general stepped out of the darkness, a long spear in his hand.

Joyce Forka.

The young chieftain of the Forka tribe from Crab Claw Peninsula, he had accumulated many military achievements and was one of the fierce generals under the Mountain. However, because he often violated military orders and regulations on the battlefield, his military salary was the lowest among the generals. His remarkable achievements were all used to offset his violations. The most famous violation occurred in the Western Territory, where the Mountain's army fought against the Crow's Eye army, which was colluding with Kevan Lannister.

The Crow's Eye's massive army had an absolute advantage in numbers, but they were mainly infantry. Joyce Forka led the Crab Claw Peninsula cavalry in a surprise attack, disrupting the Mountain's planned flanking military deployment. Although Joyce's thousand cavalrymen ultimately broke through the Crow's Eye's tens of thousands of troops, beheading countless enemies, and completely collapsing the Crow's Eye's military strength, making it impossible to recover, his rash solo assault caused the Mountain to lose more than half of an elite cavalry unit, and many purebred warhorses from the Crab Claw Peninsula were also killed in battle.

When Joyce Forka appeared to block Melisandre, several of his tribe's warriors were with him.

As a chieftain, although he was one of the Mountain's personal guard captains, his tribe's most valiant warriors were always by his side to protect him.

Melisandre stopped, released her hand, and the long sword fell.

The long sword belonging to the one-eyed Ti-Mo fell, and the sharp blade plunged into the ground.

By dropping the sword, Melisandre would not be restricted, and her shadow magic could help her break through Joyce Forka's human wall more smoothly.

Melisandre was sexy and alluring. A beautiful and charming woman could travel tens of thousands of miles alone, through countless countries with different customs and regions with different ethnic groups. In many places, bandits roamed and mercenaries were at war, yet she was able to safely reach Dragonstone Island in Westeros without any mishaps. Her abilities should not be underestimated, and she was not just someone who only stared at the flames in the brazier, looking for prophecies from the Red God, as people thought.

"General Joyce, if you block me, His Majesty the King will punish you tomorrow, adding another major mistake to your record." Melisandre's voice was also full of sensual charm, exuding a variety of styles. Her age was already that of Joyce's great-grandmother, and her qualifications were as old as they could be, but her figure, appearance, and skin color were still that of the most youthful girl.

Melisandre was about to force her way through, but she saw two more guards appear not far behind Joyce, the two guards who had protected Daenerys Targaryen when she came to the Moon Mountains: Ser Jorah Mormont and the Unsullied Missandei.

In the dark night, Melisandre's eyes flickered like two flames, which was eerie and frightening, like a demon; but the soldiers of the personal guard camp were already familiar with Madam Melisandre, and they were not afraid of Madam Melisandre's ghostly fire-like eyes.

When Joyce Forka heard that His Majesty the King was going to record another mistake, he muttered to himself. He had countless battle achievements and had killed many enemy noble generals, but his achievements had always been the worst among his brothers. This was not a pleasant thing for his glory and the glory of the Forka tribe.

Joyce Forka was afraid of His Majesty the King's punishment, because it was really not glorious. Every time, he would be ridiculed mercilessly by his brothers, and he would be ridiculed for a long time before those beasts would gradually restrain themselves. But as long as there was something wrong in their words, they would bring it up again to ridicule Joyce Forka.

"Madam Melisandre, what important matter do you have that you must see His Majesty the King about?"

"General Joyce, His Majesty the King has ordered that no one can be allowed in tonight." One-Eyed Ti-Mo caught up. He drew his sword from the ground, and the sword returned to its sheath with a soft 'cha' sound.

One-Eyed Ti-Mo and Joyce Forka, the two captains of the personal guard camp, could only stop Madam Melisandre, but they could not be rough with her.

From a bureaucratic point of view, Madam Melisandre's status and official authority were still above them both.

One-Eyed Ti-Mo said, "General Joyce, don't forget His Majesty the King's order tonight."

Joyce Forka was reminded by One-Eyed Ti-Mo, and his heart trembled. He almost cursed himself out loud. He almost fell for Madam Melisandre's trick again with his ox brain.

"Madam, you shouldn't have tricked me into reporting to His Majesty the King for you, almost causing me to be punished by His Majesty the King again. Don't even think about me doing anything that violates military orders and regulations again." Joyce Forka's tone became heavier, and his eyes shot out stern light. He was really a little angry.

In fact, Madam Melisandre did not trick him, nor did she use magic to drive him to work for her.

General Joyce was just oversensitive. He took it for granted very subjectively.

Joyce's impulsive and warlike nature made him a super habitual offender who repeatedly violated laws and military orders around the Mountain. But what pleased His Majesty the King was that this guy had learned from his pain and was working hard to fight against his nature, and had made a little bit of appalling progress.

Melisandre's beautiful big eyes looked at General Joyce with an interesting look.

There were some very peculiar generals around His Majesty the King—such as Chiswyck the Bighead, who had a very big head and was particularly hard. That head had been hit by arrows and had withstood close-range fierce chops from short knives. Chiswyck the Bighead's face was also scarred as a result, and his appearance became extremely ugly, but he happened to marry Joyce Brammon, a Dornish beauty, as his wife. Joyce Brammon's beauty was well-known, and she was the next in line to inherit the Brammon family.

The Mountain's three cavalry generals were also equally peculiar. Among them, Polliver Clegane, whose right face twitched when he got excited, was a neurotic bald man whose hobby was collecting human organs to make into works of art. Polliver was stunned by Melisandre's big eyes the first time he saw her. He begged Melisandre, hoping to buy Melisandre's eyes with several gold dragons, because those eyes were so beautiful that he wanted to soak them in a wine vat to make into a work of art. It was just a pity that Melisandre resolutely refused to sell. Later, the Mountain had to come forward to reprimand him before Polliver reluctantly ended this itchy transaction.

In Madam Melisandre's eyes, the generals around His Majesty the King were basically all very peculiar existences.

Needless to say about One-Eyed Ti-Mo, who was so ruthless that he even dug out his own eyes and burned them; and Joyce Forka, who was always determined not to violate discipline and military orders again, always violated military orders and regulations time and time again. This was what Madam Melisandre found interesting about Joyce.

"Joyce Forka, if Arya Stark has an accident because of your obstruction, do you think His Majesty the King will treat you, love you more, or hate you more?"

Joyce Forka couldn't help but be stunned.

Arya Stark, the king's closest personal guard. The privileges she possessed were far above those of the soldiers of the personal guard camp. His Majesty the King had a very different regard for Arya.

Madam Melisandre smiled charmingly. She knew that as long as no one interfered, she could easily persuade Joyce to report for her: "General, Daenerys Targaryen came from King's Landing to the Moon Mountains to find His Majesty the King. If the two of them are going to be intimate from now on, they have plenty of time, but if Arya Stark has an accident or even loses her life because of your obstruction, General Joyce, think about the consequences."

"...Madam, it's not that I must stop you... This is the king's order..."

"Go report to His Majesty the King, and you will make a contribution. I swear to you in the name of the Red God," Melisandre said with a smile.

"Madam, are you sure?" Joyce Forka, who had made countless contributions that were ultimately completely deprived, was moved.

"I'm very sure."

"What if it doesn't make a contribution, but instead violates His Majesty the King's order?"

"I am the army priest, and I will compensate you ten times a hundred times the opportunity to make contributions in the future, in the name of the Red God."

"Okay, Madam, wait a moment." Joyce Forka's impulsive and competitive nature took complete control. He wanted to make a contribution, very much.

"General, you can't go see His Majesty the King," One-Eyed Ti-Mo shouted.

One-Eyed Ti-Mo's tone was very unfriendly.

Joyce Forka had never been a pushover. He waved his hand, and his tribe's strongest warrior stopped One-Eyed Ti-Mo. Joyce Forka turned around and walked towards His Majesty the King's tent.

In front, the Unsullied Missandei blocked Joyce Forka.

Missandei and Jorah Mormont were also ordered by Her Majesty the Queen not to allow anyone to approach the tent tonight.

This was a night full of spring breeze for the Mountain and Daenerys.

Daenerys perhaps understood the second sword of a woman, killing people invisibly, which was a woman's natural beauty.

Men conquer the world, women conquer men. And the sharpest sword for women to conquer men is her ultimate beauty.

"Missandei, get out of the way, and I won't beat you up." Joyce's words were very straightforward.

Joyce had never paid attention to the Unsullied. Joyce's war-loving nature had a violent characteristic.

The Unsullied Missandei did not move.

No one could make the Unsullied give way by threatening him.

Joyce couldn't either.

So, soon, the two spears collided violently. Amid the crackling sounds of attack and defense and fierce curses, a corner of the curtain of His Majesty the King's tent was lifted, and Missandei appeared. She walked over lightly, reprimanded Missandei, Jorah Mormont drew his sword and separated Missandei's spear, Joyce Forka was still not relieved, and took the opportunity to kick Missandei to the ground, and the spear pierced out with a whoosh, and plunged into the mud next to Missandei's face.

Missandei lowered her voice and said, "General Joyce Forka, why are you fighting? Your fighting has disturbed His Majesty the King and made Her Majesty the Queen uneasy."

"I have a very important matter to see His Majesty the King," Joyce Forka said with confidence.

"Okay, come with me!" Missandei said softly, "I need to report to the king first. If the king doesn't want to see you, you can't go in."

"Go report quickly," Joyce said rudely.

Daenerys Targaryen came, and her guards and maids actually guarded the last entrance to the king's tent. Thinking of this, Joyce just wanted to curse.

"Please speak softly, General."

"I just won't."

This 'I' was a new word learned from His Majesty the King. Saying it when expressing dissatisfaction could make one feel better.

Missandei spoke softly, naturally not wanting to disturb the king and queen in the tent, which was etiquette.

But Joyce's voice was very loud, and it traveled far in the silence of the night.

He wanted His Majesty the King to hear it!

Inside the tent, the Mountain and Daenerys Targaryen naturally heard the sounds outside, especially Joyce Forka's 'I just won't'.

"My troublemaking general is here again," the Mountain said apologetically to Daenerys.

*

The Mountain had always been fascinated by Daenerys Targaryen's beauty. After gaining control of the overall situation, the Mountain let Daenerys live in the Maidenvault of the Red Keep, treating her with etiquette first, followed by dirty thoughts, barely maintaining the king's glory and dignity, and not forcing Daenerys. He finally endured until Daenerys suddenly took the initiative to come to the Moon Mountains. In a short period of time, the two people's words gradually became harmonious. Tonight, the Mountain was full of spring breeze and wanted to enjoy it, but this Joyce had something to see him about again.

The Mountain naturally knew that the soldiers of the personal guard camp were not happy that Daenerys's guards and maids guarded the last entrance to the big tent, but he ignored the small complaints of the personal guards. Daenerys was able to come to the Moon Mountains to find him despite the hard work, and the Mountain must make her feel valued, which was also a necessary respect.

When others are unwilling to submit, the most fierce beating is to make him kneel; when others kneel, the kindest reach is to help him up, not to verbally demean him, let alone deliberately humiliate him. —This principle was not summarized by the Mountain, this way of dealing with things was said by Tywin Lannister.

The Mountain remembered Tywin's words!

*

Daenerys stood up from beside the Mountain, her skin as white as snow, elegant and charming, and her demeanor was extremely beautiful. The queen smiled and said, "Your Majesty, I heard the words of your general. Maybe he really has something urgent, so let him in."

"Okay!"

The Mountain smiled, but in his heart, he greeted Joyce Forka's ancestors. This guy had always been rash, and the lessons had piled up into a small mountain, but there was basically no real progress.

"Missandei, let Joyce Forka roll in," the Mountain said in a deep voice.

The smile on his face disappeared, and the humble and kind expression towards Daenerys was replaced by an arrogant majesty.

*

Joyce Forka stood at the entrance of the big tent, turned around, spit on Missandei and Jorah Mormont, blew a breath on Missandei's face, who was stretching out her hand to lift the curtain by the tent, and then straightened his clothes and sword belt, and walked in with his head held high.

"Joyce, if you don't have anything important tonight, I will cut off your head," the Mountain said lightly.

The Mountain didn't know how many hundreds of times he had said that he would cut off Joyce's head. For his generals, the Mountain's punishment was very severe, but he couldn't kill the death warriors who fought the world with him. He wouldn't kill people just because the good things at night were disturbed.

Joyce was also an old fritter and knew the Mountain's nature well.

"Your Majesty, Arya Stark is in danger," Joyce Forka said.

The Mountain was startled: "How do you know?"

"Madam Melisandre told me."

"Let the madam come in immediately," the Mountain stood up.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Joyce was relieved.

The madam guaranteed in the name of the Red God that he would not be punished, as expected!

Since it didn't happen, then it's a merit!

Joyce was overjoyed and strode out of the tent.