An assassin?
Stannis had actually sent an assassin to kill her?
Melisandre's mind reeled.
She had only just woken from that terrible nightmare.
In her dream, the Lord of Light she had worshipped for over a thousand years had felt just like the Cold Gods who brought eternal night and death!
And that god had told her that Stannis was the true chosen one!
Lynn was merely a follower of a false god who had stolen its power!
If the Lord of Light had sent Stannis a revelation, he really would see himself as the savior!
And whatever his reasons were,
she, who had betrayed the Lord of Light, would definitely be his first target for elimination!
Melisandre was not afraid of death.
She had only just died once.
What frightened her was that the new life she had just found for herself would be destroyed by that madman Stannis!
No!
She couldn't let that happen!
Melisandre jerked her head up. She did not even have time to put on her shoes before rushing barefoot out of the bedroom!
She had to find Lynn!
She had to tell him everything!
The hall in the Tower of the Hand.
Lynn sat in the seat of honor, with Cersei and Liana on either side, kneading his shoulders like two utterly obedient maids.
Sansa stood nearby, carefully preparing his breakfast.
Everything that had happened yesterday had utterly transformed these three women's attitudes toward Lynn, especially Cersei's.
Just then,
"My lord!"
Melisandre rushed in like a gust of wind.
Her face was pale, her hair disheveled, and her feet bare. She looked utterly bedraggled.
"What is it?"
Lynn set down his cup and looked up at her.
Cersei and the others stopped what they were doing, scrutinizing the woman in red who had