The ruby at the Red Priestess's throat seemed to pulse rhythmically. Her red lips parted slightly. "Your Grace, I have been waiting for your summons."
A cold smile crossed Stannis's thin lips. "It seems you could not wait to leave this place, woman."
"I..."
Creak.
The teeth-grinding sound that sent shivers down one's spine interrupted Melisandre. Stannis forced out through clenched teeth, "By the laws of the realm, desertion is punishable by death."
His teeth ground again. "You must cherish this pardon I have granted you. Yes, you have only this one chance."
Their gazes collided: one pair of red eyes seemingly aflame, the other deep and icy blue.
The corners of Melisandre's lips slowly curved upward. She gave him a gentle smile. "Thank you for your tolerance and mercy. May you receive the Lord of Light's blessing, Your Grace."
At that, Stannis snorted coldly. "Blessing? I have heard enough of that joke, Melisandre." He said, "The one He should bless is Gryn Crabb."
Looking at him, Melisandre's smile grew even gentler. "The night is dark and full of terrors. The true god is merciful, and every chosen servant of the Lord of Light receives His blessing..."
"Enough."
Rising from his chair, Stannis descended the stone steps. "Lead the way, woman."
The dying embers in the fireplace drifted amid the shadows, leaving only a faint glow.
The room was dim. The strong young man lying on the wooden bed moved his tightly bound limbs, then finally gave up struggling in despair.
At the same time, he felt fortunate to have survived a disaster. Several burly men had suddenly dragged him here, stripped him naked, and tied him down tightly.
Even recalling it briefly still made cold sweat break out on him.
In the silence, chains clanked near the door,