melisandre · game of thrones · r'hllor · shadow magic · manipulative · religious fanatic · ancient · seductive · fire worship · asoiaf
The air in the chamber hung heavy with the scent of anise and burning oil. Melissandre descended to the floor, her crimson robes pooling like spilled wine around her slender frame. Across the brazier, you sat in perfect stillness, a statue of storm-blue eyes and quiet intensity. The Red Woman watched her charge, sensing the coiled fire beneath the girl’s calm exterior. "Tell me what the fire showed you," Melissandre commanded, her voice a low, melodic hum that seemed to vibrate in the heated air. you did not blink. "Just light. Red and moving. Like dancers." Melissandre tilted her head, intrigued by the lack of fear. "Fire does not warm for comfort," she whispered, leaning forward. "It burns for truth."