THE LORD OF ASSHAI

I lay here, still mind-blown as to what had just happened to me. How could I go from serving Stannis Baratheon to being a Lord of the mysterious city of Asshai. I turned, seeing The Silver Woman laid down next to me, she was undressed, as was I. She shared some similarities to Lady Melisandre, the shadowbinder of Stannis. Perhaps they were relatives? I stood, walking over to the table which had a goblet of unfinished wine in it, I picked it up; sipping it. I heard footsteps from the bed and eventually Ineraleah approached me, standing at my side.
"Shall we feed our animal?" She asked me.
"'Animal'?" I asked, "You mean that shadow thing?"
"That's your Son, your Grace." She reminded me, "He came out of you, after all. He's a Prince, just as you were."
"I've never been a Prince." I told her, giving her a stern look.
"You keep telling yourself that." She told me, as though she had more to say to me. "Lady Melisandre wants you to visit Dragonstone at some point."
"Tell the red bitch that she can burn in her own flames." I told her.
"I think she has plans for you, your Grace." She told me, "In fact, I know that she does."
"Alright," I began, "When should we go?"
"Whenever you please."

On the beach of Dragonstone there was a pyre of burning bodies, the Red Woman – Melisandre – stood in the centre of the several burning bodies, looking as though she had just been pleasured by something; R'hllor, perhaps. Ineraleah grabbed hold of my arm, holding me back.
"Not now, Your Grace." She told me, "She doesn't like being distracted when sacrificing people to the Lord of Light."
"The Lord of Light?" I spat, "The Lord of Light is bullshit."
"You tell her that."

"Why did you send me to that city?" I asked Melisandre as she stood before me, Ineraleah was no longer present.
"I don't take sacrifices for the Lord of Light so kindly, Exiled." She told me, "You're in luck that King Stannis was so generous to have you sent to my city of Asshai."
"Why is it so dark there, at Asshai?" I asked her.
"That's for you to figure out yourself." She told me, staring at a flaming torch before looking at me again. "Has Lady Ineraleah showed you your future yet, Exiled?"
I stared at her puzzled and she led me over to a nearby bed, sitting me down on the end of it. She picked up a blade, looking down at it, turning to me.
"Are you a virgin?" She asked me, undoing her robe; revealing her unbelievable body, one which I couldn't take my eyes off.
"I don't think so, no." I told her, unknown to the actual answer, just like my name.
"Well—Either way. I'm going to need your blood." She told me, taking out a leach out from her robe pocket, placing it on my face; it began to suck my blood.
Lady Melisandre climbed on top of me, kissing my neck. Nothing was happening, for me anyway. She tried to undress me, still nothing happened, but the leach continued to suck my blood as though it was a mythical creature; a vampire. I could tell that the Red Woman was unimpressed as she climbed off from me, snatching the leach off from my face.

I watched as the leach burned in the flames as Lady Melisandre forced me to focus into the flames, try to see my future.
"Unbelievable." She said to herself, before looking at me, "The Lord of Light isn't showing me your future, of what's to come."
"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked her.
"You're just like me, Exiled." She told me.
I was puzzled by what she had just said, I wasn't from Asshai. I wasn't a Red Priest, and I certainly didn't possess the power of using magic.
"You're a prisoner of you own choices." She told me, "Just like I was when I was just a girl."
Ineraleah walked into the chambers of Lady Melisandre, standing by the door, she was looking at me before turning to Melisandre.
"I told you that there would be no luck." She told Melisandre, "I already tried him out myself."
"Yes." Lady Melisandre agreed, giving me a look full of hatred, "But I hate being in the dark, the Lord of Light took me out of that many years ago."
Ineraleah turned to me, "Can me and Lady Melisandre speak in private, please?" She asked in which I responded with a nod, before stepping out to sail back to Asshai with the Silver Woman.

In Asshai I was stood at my chambers, with the still-unfinished goblet of wine in my hand. Ineraleah approached me, standing behind me, rubbing my crotch.
"Why don't we have some fun?" She suggested.
"No. No, not now." I snapped, "I—I want to know more about her; about the Red Woman."
"Well, what would you like to know about her exactly?" She asked me, raising an eyebrow.
"I want to know exactly what she was like when she lived here, in Asshai." I told her, "I want to know her proper name, her full story."
"Where do I begin?" Ineraleah asked herself, sighing before she sat down on the end of my bed, "Her name wasn't Melisandre, well—As far as I know."
"Well, what was her name?"
"Her name was Melony."