Blood trickled down her thigh, black and smoking. The fire was inside her, an agony, an ecstasy, filling her, searing her, transforming her. Shimmers of heat traced patterns on her skin, insistent as a lover’s hand. Strange voices called to her from days long past. “Melony,” she heard a woman cry. A man’s voice called, “Lot Seven.” She was weeping, and her tears were flame. And still she drank it in.
O, my enemy, do I terrify?
Beautiful ladies of westeros: Melisandre
The night is dark and full of terrors, but the fire burns them all away
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“I’ve been fighting far longer than you.”
this is his true queen.