our god is the one true god

I am a knight of sorts myself. A champion of light and life

Some say the world
will end in fire.

Many called her beautiful. She was not beautiful. She was red, and terrible, and red.  

One day, Melisandre prayed, she would not sleep at all. One day she would be free of dreams.

drogondracarys:

Dawn. Another day is given us, R’hllor be praised. The terrors of the night recede. Melisandre had spent the night in her chair by the fire, as she often did. With Stannis gone, her bed saw little use. She had no time for sleep, with the weight of the world upon her shoulders. And she feared to dream. Sleep is a little death, dreams the whisperings of the Other, who would drag us all into his eternal night. She would sooner sit bathed in the ruddy glow of her red lord’s blessed flames, her cheeks flushed by the wash of heat as if by a lover’s kisses.

songsofwolves:

#melisandre #bitch is skilled #i’m sorry but it takes a lot of fucking skills to do what you do #you don’t even fucking know how your power works and you STILL somehow use it #every spell is like a suicide mission and you are STILL alive #gawd damn #game of thrones*

ASOIAF challenge│best player at the game of thrones│Melisandre of Asshai