The windows of the Great Sept of Baelor let in the most beautiful light, like a million tiny rainbows dancing through the air to where they rested in pools on the polished floor. To Visaenya, the air of beauty was just a facade, a trick to lead the masses to follow a false god like moths to a flame. Well, Visaenya thought, it is a flame they shall have.
Dressed in a supple hooded crimson cloak and a billowing scarlet dress, the priestess of the Fire God hid in one of the few shadows in the Sept, waiting for her contact to arrive. Her face was hidden by her hood, and none of the worshipers or septons payed her heed.
Before long, she spotted the boy she had been waiting for. Dressed in a black doublet and tan trousers, the young man didn't look like much of a thief, much less a thief in charge of most of the organized crime in Flea Bottom.
"Rotto," Visaenya greeted, her voice a delicate purr.
"Priestess," the boy returned. "You have the money?"
"Of course. Are your people in place?"
"If it please you," the boy responded, nodding his head slightly. His dark hair bobbed in its tied-back bun.
"Very good. Let us take our leave then. I wouldn't want to be stuck in here when the fun begins," Visaenya laughed. She then took a small brown pouch from the folds of her cloak. The bag clinked with the promise of payment.
"I've always loved the sound of dragons," Rotto commented, snatching the coin purse.
"As have I. Although I must say that the dragons I seek are much more... volatile... than your little pieces of gold," the priestess remarked as the pair descended the stairs of the Great Sept. "Give your men the signal, Rotto Stone."
Rotto let out a little whistle-chirp. Visaenya just caught glimpse of a man sneaking around the corner of the temple. Soon enough, shouting could be heard streaming from inside Baelor's Sept.
"How exactly did your men get ahold of wildfire, Rotto?" Visaenya inquired.
"Secret of the trade, m'lady. I can tell you this, it wasn't easy to acquire," Rotto said, then he smiled a wide smile on his young, stumbled face. "However, anything can be done for the right price."
Just then, green flames burst from the windows of the holy site. Smoke billowed from every opening, and the screams of the trapped and dying filled the air like a terrible chorus. Visaenya couldn't help but grin herself. The Lord of Light would be smiling down on this sacrifice. It was the greatest victory indeed.
"Your service her has been greatly appreciated Rotto. I pray the Lord will have us meet again," the priestess said, then shifted into the crowd of fleeing commoners just as the city guard, the Goldcloaks, arrived. Rotto himself followed the exodus of people from the Great Sept, melting away into the crowd as the temple behind burned to cinders.
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Hello readers! This was just a quick little update to let you know that this story is still active. I wanted also to introduce Rotto Stone as he will become integral later in the story. He was submitted by Rougeification, and he is a very intriguing character indeed! Please critique and review!