Chapter 7 - The Messiah and the Red Priestess (II)
"I remember once, when I was a child, cuddling on my father's lap. He told me that the faith of the people was something terrible. At the time, I didn't understand what he was saying, but later, when I saw an entire city on its knees before him, I understood. To them, he was a god. And yet he seemed so alone. Maybe that's the burden of being a god... A burden that I, too, will carry one day. - Princess Alyssane Targaryen, Primarch of the Blood.
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Jon bathed in the brook, oblivious to the intense cold of the water, he had never really felt cold or hot since his rebirth, the weather didn't matter to him, maybe it was the magic in his blood, a magic of fire and ice.
Both lineages were powerful enough to make anyone special, but he had both in his body, maybe fate liked to play with other people's lives in a very ironic and somewhat sadistic way.
"Can I help you, Your Grace?" Hearing the woman's voice behind him, Jon couldn't help but look over his shoulder; the woman was as naked as the day she was born. If someone in the North saw her, they would surely call her mad for bathing in the North without clothes. It was quite deadly in the intense cold of the vast northern lands.
As for her body, he had to admit that the gods really did make women more perfect than men. The naked woman in front of him was simply breathtaking, her full breasts and pink nipples, her slender body and beautiful legs. His eyes traveled down her body without hiding his gaze.
"Do what you want." Jon replied, also naked, though he had the mind of an adult, his body was six years old, and that was an age when you couldn't get hard even if you wanted to, something he was grateful for. With his complete inexperience with women, he was sure he would get hard when he saw a naked woman as stunning as Kinvara.
As soon as Jon said this, he felt a body pressing up behind him, soft, gentle hands stroking his hair, something Jon found incredibly relaxing. Unconsciously, he leaned back, appreciating the services of the High Priestess of Volantis.
"What would you like to ask, Lady Kinvara?" Jon asked with his eyes closed, almost melting at the woman's hands; perhaps because she was a Red Priestess, she had a fiery aura about her that made the northern atmosphere slightly warmer.