Long and stiflingly hot summer days were normal in Volantis. As the southernmost of the free cities of Essos it rarely saw a cold day. Kinvara sat comfortably amongst the glowing fires of the Red Temple, the heat not bothering her one bit.
She was reminded of the dragon queen then. Queen Daenerys. She wondered what was happening in Westeros, the ravens had been slow to reach the Red Temple, however she had heard that the armies of Winterfell and the queen's dragons had managed to defeat the Night King.
Kinvara smiled to herself. They would all be safe now. Praise R'hllor.
Not that she'd had much doubt. She'd seen most of the battle in the flames anyway. She'd seen the falling snow, heard the roar of the dragons and her faith in her god had reassured her that it could only mean good things were to come and that the endless winter had been averted.
Kinvara gave the flames one last tired smile before getting up and readying herself for bed. Like all the other priests and priestesses she lived on a mostly nocturnal schedule whilst staying at the Red Temple. As one of the most high-ranking followers of the Lord of Light it was her responsibility to lead devotions every evening and to guide the others through their nightly prayers.
She had prayed for the dragon queen last night. Kinvara sincerely believed that she was the princess who was promised.
Daenerys Stormborn was the one who was promised. From the fire she was reborn to remake the world ... Daenerys had been sent to lead the people against the darkness in this war and in the great war also.
Kinvara smiled as she rested, letting herself recall the words she had spoken not so long ago to the queen's advisers.
Maybe she was biased, Kinvara thought to herself, she had good reason to be. She had good reason to want Daenerys to be the princess that was promised. Even if R'hllor hadn't sent her such clear messages- the images of a white haired woman wearing black robes, standing before the iron throne, hand outstretched towards it, a triumphant grin adorning her face…
Bias,faith, Kinvara toyed with each of those ideas, before rolling over in her bed, allowing herself to face the open door and look out across the corridor. What did it matter now? Daenerys would soon sit on the Iron Throne and as soon as Westeros was stable she would return to Essos.
Then it would be time.