She said God,, not divine beings.

The red lady had won her entire being,diverting her from the divine forces of the Seven Realms, both old and new, to love the one they called the Master of Light. "Your god can keep his effortlessness," said Master Stannis, who didn't share his spouse's intense new confidence. It's blades I really want, not gifts. Do you have an armed force stowed away someplace that you've not told me about? " In his tone, there was a new word. Stannis had forever been awkward around women, even his own better half. At the point when he had gone to Ruler's Arrival to sit on Robert's committee, he had left Selyse on Dragonstone with their girl. His letters had been few, his visits fewer; he carried out his responsibility in the marriage bed a few times per year, yet rejoiced because of it, and the children he had once trusted had never come. "My siblings, uncles, and cousins have armed forces," she told him. "House Florent will mobilize for your flag." "House Florent can handle 2,000 swords, best case scenario. It was said that Stu knew the strength of each and every house in the Seven Realms. "Also, you have an arrangement more confidence in your siblings and uncles than I do, my woman. Your ruler uncle's lands lie excessively near Highgarden for your ruler uncle to take a chance with MaceTyrell's fury. " "There is another way." The Woman Selyse drew nearer. "Watch out your windows, my ruler. There is the sign you have hung tight for, blazoned on the sky. It's red, the red of fire, red for the true god. It is his — and your — standard! You will become the Master of Dragonstone if you can see how it spreads across the sky like an awinged serpent's hot breath. It implies your time has come, your elegance. Nothing is more certain. You are intended to cruise from this forsaken rock, as Aegon the Hero once did, to clear all that came before you. Just give the signal, and embrace the force of the Master of Light. " "The number of swords that the Master of Light will place in my hand?" Stannis asked once more. "All you want," his better half guaranteed. "For a start, the blades of Tempest's End and Highgarden, and every one of their masters bannermen." "Davos would tell you unique," Stannis said. "Those blades are sworn to Renly. They adore my enchanting younger sibling, just as they once adored me.