Melisandre stood in the Great Hall. Her hands were in chains and her
necklace had been removed so that everyone could see her true form. Even
as her skin sagged, she looked in control. She seemed ready to accept
her fate whatever that might be. Jon and Jorah sat on opposite sides of
me while Selmy took his place behind me.
The air in the Great Hall
seemed to be much colder than that outside. The story of Cersei
Lannister's death had gotten out and so everyone knew how deadly Arya
Stark, Lady of Winterfell, could be. The only one not showing any fear
was Tormund who kept making glances at Brienne. The knight was just a
few seats away from Jaime who she seemed much more comfortable with.
Though, truth be told, I had seen a certain kindness when she looked at
the wildling. At least from time to time.
"I should have you
killed, Melisandre." Arya said sounding more like an assassin than a
lady. "You murdered Renly Baratheon with a Shadow Assassin, convinced
Stannis Baratheon to burn his daughter alive, and unspeakable deeds that
we're unaware of."
Those seated leaned closer towards Arya. The
Dothraki that did not have a good grasp of the common tongue had those
around them to translate. I waited until the temporary translators were
done. The names wouldn't mean much to the barbarians, but at least they
would know what was being said. That's what was important. Soon they
would be able to forget Westeros if they so chose.
-This is a Mature Story
-It's a Game of Thrones/Resident Evil Fic
-It's a Jorah Mormont Fic
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