Live for herself?
She froze completely.
Over a thousand years.
She had lived for over a thousand years.
She had gone from an ignorant little girl to the most devout believer in Asshai, then to the Lord of Light's most powerful priestess.
All her life, she had toiled for an elusive god and an unattainable prophecy.
She had witnessed the rise and fall of dynasties, and the passing of heroes.
She had once had friends, and parents who loved her.
But they were all dead.
They had become handfuls of dust in the river of time.
Only she remained, like a ghost forgotten on the shore, watching the tides rise and fall alone.
No one had ever asked whether she was tired.
No one had ever asked whether she wanted this kind of eternal life.
They saw only her radiant beauty, her powerful magic, and her status as the Lord of Light's priestess.
They revered her, feared her, and used her.
Yet not one of them had ever truly cared about her.
And today...
The man before her, the man who had just killed her with his own hands, then dragged her back from the realm of death...
He was actually saying he wanted her to live for herself?
"I..."
Melisandre opened her mouth, and tears spilled uncontrollably from her red eyes.
"Live for myself?"
Her voice trembled.
Lynn looked at her without speaking.
But Melisandre understood.
She read everything in his eyes.
A thought unlike any she had ever had took root in her mind, growing wildly!
She no longer wanted to be that lofty priestess!
She no longer wanted to be shackled by those empty prophecies and missions!
She wanted freedom!
She wanted to live for herself, just once!
"I understand."
Melisandre took a deep breath and wiped