It was midnight when they walked away.
She was with a lamp in her hands, holding the light like if it was her heart. She knew all about it.
The horses started to ride and they vanished, leaving her behind.
The light was cleaning her vision and she saw the rain starting to fall from the open skies. She remembered her past and closed the door, entering in her house.
The house was empty and she was alone. Poor girl, with her red hair and her big eyes staring at the lamp.
She knew all about it. She had seen it. She had seen it in the fires. And about that, they would sell her to the temple. She knew it. And she couldn't cry…
But she knew she would feel sorrow about it.
And she closed her eyes while she was staring at the lamp. But the lamp wasn't a fire, and she saw nothing.
The week passed and they returned. When they came, they came with a red man. He was a little fat and stared at her, saying:
"Are you the red girl?"
She said yes and he gave a purse of coins to the others and held her hand on his and they left.
She went to the red temple and learned to be a red priestess. She was happy, because she was good in it. She knew everything. She was clever and intelligent and they were pleased with her sight.
Years later they gave her a red ruby in a collar and they put it on her neck. She knew it would be part of her life forever and ever. She was now a high priestess of the temple. And she knew more than ever. Her eyes were red, like the collar and she was as pale as milk. Or snow.
She knew all about them. She saw them in her fires, and she saw a boy. A very young boy, with dark hair, was crying. A man was holding him in his arms, looking at the woman in her bed. She was crying too, with her arms open to the man and the baby. She was saying some words, but they were so silent…it was something like "promise me", but what was she asking to the man? She couldn't know that.
But the vision of her eyes would hunt her. The man holding the baby too. His eyes were full of water, but he couldn't cry. But it was impossible…
He glanced at the boy and cried. And she smiled to the two men in her front.
Melisandre would remember that scene forever. She couldn't understand the meaning of it. But she knew one thing: that boy would be important one day. Very important. And it was her duty to help him in his road full of perils.