The captured prisoner is dressed in black. A fur bound cloak is drawn around them, but a desert style hood is also wound around their face. This one is a mystery, but she doesn't care, for they need a sacrifice quickly. The sacrifice with wrists bound is brought before her loyal Azor Azhai. Careful hands unwind the scarf from the prisoner's face, it is a girl, with high cheekbones framed by auburn hair. She tilts her head to stare, and those confident, piercing eyes already make Melisandre uneasy.
"Little red whore, don't you know the god you serve is dead?" Her smile is cruel and satisfied, that of a snake about to strike or a snarling wolf about to leap.
A slap to the face does not wipe the smirk from the prisoner's face.
"You found another puppet, little red whore, does he know he'll burn as well? Does he know he'll only be another sacrifice, little red?"
"Who do you serve?"The loyal guards demand
She looks into the priestess's eyes with her gaze full of death and the sweet promise of revenge.
Voice ringing loud, they have their answer
"The god of death."
She cannot stop the dagger that slices through her white throat, wielded by the girl assassin, nor can she stop the horror she feels at the relieved recognition in her carefully groomed savior's eyes.
Author's Note: For those shocked or mad at the ending, I felt that magic or not that a trained assassin religiously dedicated to killing is more likely to live than a priestess in a confrontation.