She climbs the steps up castle black, towards the king's solar.

As she walks to her destination, she can hear the many whispers of the men in black. She knew what they were saying:

Foreign witch

Whore

Red Demon

There were those whose eye were practically licking her entire body, from head to toe. She knew that many in the watch were terrified of her, but there were just as many that lusted for her as well.

Their words don't matter.

She had to remind herself this daily. For the night is dark and full of terrors. What was coming would kill them all, and she needed answers. There were times she felt frustrated with not helping as much as she could. However since arriving at the wall, her visions were more visible, and was able to see more clearly….and yet they were more riddle than sense. All she could see was a blinding snow, and felt there was something beyond the storm. Everyday she had the vision she tried braving through the storm, and noticed a light at the end of it all.

She was determined to find out what it is.

It was than she noticed Devan Seaworth run up to her, brown hair bobbing.

"My lady, Stannis is preying and is requesting your presence", The boy squealed with excitement.

Devan takes great pride in being a squire to King Stannis Baratheon. As a royal squire, Devan dresses in a squire's raiment, a cream-colored doublet with Stannis's sigil sewn on the breast. Devan's father, Davos, feels Devan looks splendid in his raiment.

She couldn't help but agree with the sentiment….but he was a child of summer.

Wait, did he just say…?

"The King is preying? Truly?" She couldn't help but exclaim.

Devan nodded, and pointed to the kings tower.

She increased her paced. With the time she spent with the King, Stannis was not a religious man….and she learned to accept it. He didn't seem interested in the Lord's unseen blessings or her teachings… But he was a righteous man; more than anyone in Westeros. Our lord works in mysterious ways.

Climbing the spiral staircase to the very top, and opened the door.

And Stannis was indeed praying. She spotted him at the end of the room, looking into the flame.

A true warrior of light, She thought.

Stannis opened one eye suspiciously. He nodded in her general direction. His way of telling her he is aware of her presence.

She walked towards him and both quietly settled their eyes into the fire. Neither of them took their gaze from the flame, and a comfortable silence fell between the two.

"Your Grace" She greeted him.

He turned his blue, yet tired eyes towards her. The spires of Stannis' crown cast twisted shadows before the bright, red flame. He spoke.

"I had some questions regarding your original visions regarding this….Azor Ahai"

It was her turn to be confused by this admission, but pressed on.

"Ask away, my King" he now had her full attention.

Stannis signed, and began, "How certain are you that I am this Reborn Hero?"

Did her king doubt himself?

She had to make sure he didn't stray from his path. "When I first received visions, I know for certain that Dragonstone is the place of smoke and salt amidst Azor Ahai shall be reborn. While it maybe difficult to believe, I can say for certain that I seen Dragonstone in the flames. I definitely had doubts, but when I finally arrived and viewed the island for the first time; I knew that I was indeed right, and the castle I have seen in my vision was indeed Dragonstone".

Stannis was absorbing her explanation and said nothing, stayed quiet for quite some time. Thinking.

Stannis looked back at her. "You mentioned that this person needed the blood of a Targaryen, correct? And lately you've mentioned seeing snow?"

She wasn't sure where he was going with this. Did he figure something out?

"Indeed, my King. If I may, what is it that your thinking?"

The King stayed silent for some time, and responded.

"There are things that perplex me. We will continue this conversation later" with that, her King walks out of the room, into the white snow.

She signed. He may doubt, but she will be there in his darkest nights. He was still her King. She had to get to the bottom of this.

Willing herself, she decided to view into the flame again.

Melisandre's tall, slender frame was facing the fire now, praying to the lord of light. Her hands raised as she chanted her deep, melodic voice. Invoking her god, asking him to accept her wish.

Like before, she was in a snowstorm, and began her slow, tortuous crawl towards the light. Minutes turn in to hours in the snowstorm. She was beginning to slow her place. I'm freezing to death, she realized. However, she knew this was all a vision...Maybe she would receive an answer if she lets Death take her in this vision? Mostly she would walk for long periods and break out of the trance, back to the real world. Maybe there was an answer if she took this venue?

She decided to let the storm take her. Her joints began to freeze, unable to move. Even her heat, that the lord had blessed her, wasn't enough to hold back the cold. As she slowly began to drift away, her thoughts lingered to her King…

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FIRE, there was this blaze that swept through the snow. A trail of flame cut the snow, melting everything it came into contact. She was looking frantically, there was fire everywhere. This was different: this vision was new. A new avenue, a different approach.

Creatures of the night were making their way towards her. As she began to defend herself, a man, in white armor, slashed his flaming sword. Flame of red, orange, purple were SHOOTING out of the blade, and tore through a line of white walkers. She looked around frantically: she was in a battlefield, she realized. There was an army following this white knight.

Armored riders came, on barded horses. Floating above them were the largest banners yet, royal standards as big as sheets; a yellow one with long pointed tongues that showed a flaming heart, and another like a sheet of beaten gold, with a black stag prancing and rippling in the wind.

These were Baratheon men, clashing with the night walkers.

Again, she ran across the battlefield, looking for this white knight….When she finally spotted him.

His back was facing her. His Armor was ordained of red and white gold. His cloak showed a flaming heart. He simmered and shinned, it was everything she DREAMED of. He... This man looked like her GOD.

Stannis!? She thought frantically. Turn around, PLEASE! The words were stuck in her throat.

The white knight seemed to noticed her presence, and began to turn his head. Despite all the red, the flames all around her, she caught a glimpse of blue eyes of such brilliance that it seemed to pierce her own red gaze.

She awoke in a cold sweat.

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CHARACTER APPEARANCES:

Melisandre, Devan Seaworth, Stannis Baratheon