For some reason, a sense of urgency came over him without warning, like some kind of omen.
After arranging Leo's affairs, Gryn issued another order—besides the soldiers, the spectators watching the Wights revive and move each day were to include the nearby populace, regardless of gender, children and elders alike.
Flutter, flutter. As the ravens of the Rookery took flight one after another, their wings slicing through the lead-gray sky as they flew toward the various garrisons along the Wall of the End, Gryn, surrounded by Ser Mutton, Ser Brienne, and the other Kingsguard, headed for the tunnels beneath Castle Black.
The wooden doors bore the marks of countless years, and whenever the guards opened them, they gave off a heavy, creaking groan.
After passing through three thick wooden doors, Gryn and his party arrived at what had once been the Night's Watch armory.
"May you receive the blessing of the Lord of Light."
Lady Melisandre's eyes brightened slightly, gentle and affectionate alike. "May the flames dispel the darkness of the Long Night, Your Majesty."
Gryn stopped several steps away and briefly looked Melisandre over. She wore a silky gown as bright as blazing fire, its scarlet fabric clinging to her full yet slender figure and tracing her alluring curves.
She gracefully bent in greeting. Her neckline dipped slightly, revealing delicate, pale collarbones and the even redder garment beneath.
Candlelight flickered, and her black shadow stretched and swayed across the Myrish Carpet.
"Melisandre, you have proven your strength, and you have proven your loyalty." As Gryn spoke, he raised a hand to signal for her to rise.
"The Long Night is dark and full of dangers."
Melisandre smiled faintly at King Gryn before her tone turned grave. "I must be honest, Your Majesty. The Lord of Light's warning must be