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🪐 — jon snow ;
once upon a time, he believed fate was his to seize and to steer. just like daeron the young dragon, who conquered dorne at fourteen, so too would jon conquer his fears and lead men. but now, he starts to wonder if the red woman isn’t right. had it always been his fate to wind up at the wall, just as it had it been robb’s fate to die ? could a man truly steer his own course, or was he simply a pawn in the gods’ games ? he inhales deeply, eyes falling closed. such questions are beyond him; despite his glimpse beyond this world. ❝ my lady, ❞ he begins carefully, index finger tapping on the wood of the table. ❝ if . . . it was the will of your lord that i return, surely you can tell me what need he has of me. ❞ grey eyes bore into her. from this distance he can smell her heat, as red-hot as the iron from mikken’s forge. part of him suspects that r’hllor’s will shall line up with melisandre’s in a . . . suspiciously convenient way ( as often kings and lords and priests appeal to the power of their gods, when it is, in fact, their own own human power they wish to wield ). ❝ i should hope it involves war, because i still mean to ride. ❞
SHE KNOWS WHAT HE WILL ASK before he speaks, though this particular prediction required no blessed vision from the flames. they all wanted to know the path ahead. melisandre herself was no exception; it was that longing to see the way forward that kept her awake night after night staring into her hearth for a glimpse of her god’s will. but it is the determination in his voice that does surprise her, red lips curling into a smile as he speaks his intentions. it pleases her to hear. jon snow is r’hllor’s chosen; that much cannot be in question any longer. & her god required a warrior’s heart of his champion.
❝ i cannot tell you how this will end for you. r’hllor only shows me what i need to see in order to to serve him. ❞ melisandre weighs each word cautiously, sensing he will be disappointed with her answer, yet unable to give a better one. ❝ but please understand, his light is a gift as much as it is a duty. ❞ her body turns away from the table, eyes drawn to a torch alight on the wall. it seems to pulse under her gaze, a fourth heart alive & beating in perfect synchronization with the three of flesh & blood that were present in the room.
melisandre had been so certain that the wall was the place the darkness would descend, but then, she’d been certain of stannis, too. she may not see the path, but she would never doubt her god’s will again. & with her resolve steeled, the priestess straightens her spine & turns back toward jon in a graceful sweep of crimson silks. ❝ you cannot escape it, but nor will you be held prisoner by it. if it is your will to ride south, then go — as soon as your wounds allow — & the light will follow you. ❞