Northeast of Duskendale, a small red-sailed ship glided silently across the sea, leaving ripples in its wake.
The Red Priestess stood motionless on the bow deck, gazing into the distance towards the north.
The footsteps of Davos Seaworth, the fifth son of the Onion Knight, were light, as if he feared his movements might "disturb" Melisandre.
Melisandre's figure was elegant and slender. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye and said shyly, "Lady, the small boat for landing is ready."
Hearing the boy's tender voice, Melisandre's red eyes flickered, and she collected her thoughts.
Turning around, she smiled slightly, her soft voice carrying a hint of hoarseness: "Thank you, Devan, my squire."
Devan's face flushed, and his voice was tense: "Devan is at your command, Lady."
Melisandre's lips curved slightly; the young man, in the throes of first love, was beginning to learn how to carefully consider and pursue the woman he liked. She knew the little squire before her had fallen in love with her; though he feared her, he desired her, and he worshipped her.
Melisandre smiled gently and said, "I hear your rowing skills are excellent? I'd like to ask you to take me across."
Although the Onion Knight had strayed, stubbornly disbelieving the Lord of Light, Devan was different; he was not only clever but also a good sailor.
Twelve-year-old Devan tried hard to imitate adult maturity. He straightened his small frame, lifted his chin, and said, "Always at your service, Lady."
Melisandre looked up at the bright moon and said, "Go prepare, Devan."
The bonfire blazed, illuminating the surrounding darkness.
Greene sat on a folding wooden chair, toying with a shimmering golden dragon in his hand, his figure seeming to sway in the firelight.
Brienne, with her greatsword Ice on her back, stood beside Greene.
Anguy trotted over and said, "Lord Greene, a small boat is approaching from the sea. There are two people on board."
Greene stared at the flickering flames and said, "First confirm the identity of the arrivals. If it's the Priestess, pretend not to have noticed and continue to guard in the shadows."
The waves gently lapped at the beach.
Under the starry night sky, a red figure slowly moved towards the bonfire.
"My Lord, she has arrived," Brienne's voice whispered in Greene's ear.
Greene nodded slightly, turning his head to look. As the woman in the red cloak approached, a smile flickered in his eyes, and he said, "Good evening, Lady Melisandre."
Melisandre pushed back the hood of her cloak, revealing a head of coppery-red hair, a heart-shaped face, and red eyes. Illuminated by the bonfire, she appeared even more captivating.
Her low voice carried the accent of the Jade Sea region: "Greene Crabb, your name as a renowned general is widely spread on Dragonstone."
Greene smiled, pointing to an empty chair beside him, and said, "Please sit."
Melisandre also smiled, took off her cloak, and handed it to Brienne, who was waiting nearby.
As the almost full-body cloak was removed, a full yet slender figure was vaguely visible beneath the red silk robe.
Greene's gaze couldn't help but sweep over her graceful curves, appreciating them while also marveling at the pervasive allure of beauty.
Lord Greene, a knight with a sunny disposition, glanced at the ruby at Melisandre's throat and exclaimed, "You are truly captivating. Please allow me to praise your beauty, Lady Melisandre."
Melisandre gracefully took her seat, her posture elegant, yet with a subtle hint of allure.
Her red lips parted: "I very much like the fire you prepared for me, Count Greene."
Continuing to toy with the golden dragon in his hand, Greene said, "Thank you for coming."
"This is the will of the Lord of Light. I foresaw our meeting in the flames."
Her blood-red eyes casually surveyed the surroundings, and Melisandre added, "And many eyes hidden in the darkness."
Greene tilted his head and smiled, saying, "Lady Melisandre, as the ruler of a large territory, it is wise to prioritize one's own safety."
He continued, "The heir of Riverrun died of poison within the family stronghold; this cannot but make one vigilant."
Hearing Greene's words, Melisandre looked at the bonfire before her. In the firelight, it seemed as if flames were burning within her eyes.
At this moment, Greene suddenly said, "Please forgive my presumption, but did you foresee who the murderer of Trout was?"
After a slight pause, Melisandre's smooth chin nodded gently.
Greene's eyebrows raised slightly: "Lady Melisandre, forgive my presumption, but does this information come at a price?"
Hearing Greene's humble words, Melisandre chuckled.
She looked at Greene: "No need for a transaction, time will reveal the answer."
Greene: "..."
Melisandre seemed to see through Greene's thoughts, and she continued, "Tomorrow, a month, a year, the guidance of the Lord of Light will manifest at the appropriate time."
Turning back to the burning bonfire, her fingertips slowly brushed over the flames before her, chanting: "The night is dark and full of terrors."
Greene resisted the urge to rub his head. He directly stated the theme of the night: "Lady Melisandre, I heard that you are very interested in King's Blood?"
Melisandre's fingers imperceptibly paused for a moment. She looked at Greene: "Not only here, but it seems Count Greene's eyes are also hidden in the darkness of Dragonstone."
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