Chapter 6 - The Messiah and the Red Priestess (I)
"Manipulation is an essential art for any worthy monarch. My father was a master of this craft - his sweet words and overwhelming charisma made it impossible to say no, even when we knew his requests were questionable. In the end, before we knew it, we were at his feet, worshipping him as a supreme being." - In God-Emperor of the Planetos: The Life of Aenar Targaryen by Princess Alyssane Targaryen.
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Looking into the eyes of the woman in red, Jon knew that behind the calm, elegant, and composed look she displayed was a mad fanaticism that, if he asked, the woman could burn the entire continent without question if she so wished.
Jon looked away from her and focused his gaze on Caraxes, his brother still angry that the intruders had entered his territory. He could see that if there was any sign of hostility towards him, Caraxes would turn everyone to ash in a matter of seconds.
"(Easy brother, we fly at night)" Jon spoke in High Valyrian, his whisper seeming to calm the crimson dragon's wrath, Caraxes took one last look at the ants that had dared to enter his territory and returned to the cave with his heavy footsteps. The entrance to the cave obscured his huge crimson body.
"I have to admit, you're very brave to come to the North in these times of war." Sitting by the fire, Jon commented as he tried to rekindle the fire to cook his breakfast, a rabbit he had caught the day before.
The faith of the Red God may be popular and widely accepted in Essos, but in Westeros they were nothing more than pagans with barbaric rituals, along with their filthy blood and fire magic.
Even if they were killed, no lord would seek justice for them. The south of Westeros despised the old gods, let alone a foreign faith that burned people alive, so the courage of Kinvara and the others was truly commendable.
"Allow me, Your Grace." Kinvara watched as he tried to light the flames, and with a simple wave of her hand, flames appeared on the dry branches of the bonfire. She then sat down beside him, looking at him with a polite smile.
Jon looked at the woman with a silent gaze, narrowed his eyes and spoke in a calm tone. "What do you want from me, Red Priestess?"
"Only what you wish, my lord." Kinvara answered without hesitation.