⟪ There is want in his eyes, plain as daylight, in a way it has never been there before. Certainly, he had been younger when she'd last seen him, and granted, she'd not looked his way in quite the manner yet. Times have changed, since, four years for him and a few weeks for her. An eternity, each in their own way, but perhaps this is what death is like.
At any rate, she shifts forward, as if to kiss him, but remembers where she is just before she breaks. ⟫
Will you join me in my chamber for tonight?
⟪ To feel something, anything, she doesn't say it, doesn't think she needs to. It would be safer to go to Rafe –– but then, Rafe is guarding his own grave, and Rafe wants people out of his head. What Melisandre wants, right now, is to leave Westeros. She can't do that alone. ⟫
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At any rate, she shifts forward, as if to kiss him, but remembers where she is just before she breaks. ⟫
Will you join me in my chamber for tonight?
⟪ To feel something, anything, she doesn't say it, doesn't think she needs to. It would be safer to go to Rafe –– but then, Rafe is guarding his own grave, and Rafe wants people out of his head. What Melisandre wants, right now, is to leave Westeros. She can't do that alone. ⟫