Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Red Priestess - Beric x Reader

The men muttered to one another, as they looked at the beautiful woman dressed in red. None as confused as Thoros, as to why they were in the presence of a Red Priestess; he knowing that it must be because of the Lord of Light, that he must have a plan. But what that plan was.........

It was true that the Brotherhood had heard that Stannis Baratheon had a Red Priestess of his own; that the stag now worshipped the Lord of Light. Yet to see a Priestess outside the Free Cities; travelling the roads of Westeros with nothing but a few guards.......

Beric, Thoros and some of the others had heard the commotion coming from one of the roads that passed through the woods, earlier that day. Shouts, screams the smell of blood making them inch closer. The sight, though one that they were used to, a group of bandits attacking a small group of travellers, had had with it something that none would have expected; a woman, dressed in red, with a flaming sword in her hand, cutting down anyone that may dare to come her way. The Brotherhood bursting from their cover and coming to the rescue of the lady; not that she had necessarily needed it. And now, here she was, sat in the cave, surrounded by men that had not seen a woman of any kind, in some time. All of them, to a man, wanting to touch her, to take in her curves and smell her scent; but none of them daring to move an inch closer. Each fearing what she, what the Lord of Light might do to them, if they so much as lay a finger on her. Even Thoros had to admit that he was a little nervous.

"What is your name.........?" Beric finally asked. The younger woman turning her gaze from the fire to the Lord of Blackhaven.

"I was named (Y/n)......." Her voice as beautiful, as alluring as she appeared. Even Beric finding his thoughts turning more lurid by the moment. Her tone seeming to surround him; to wrap itself around him.

"Where are you from........?" The question causing her to turn her attention from the lord to the former Red Priest.

"You can see into the flames, can you not, Thoros of Myr. Did our lord not tell you of my coming.........?" The priestess humming to herself, as Thoros remained quiet. (Y/n) slowly getting to her feet, before making her way around the fire to come and stand before Beric.

"The priests have always told me that I was born in Stygai......."

"The City of the Night.........?" Thoros interrupted. He only ever having heard of the haunted corpse city; and that was enough.

"Indeed. The city in the mountainous Shadow Lands, that is home to dragons and demons. A place that even the shadowbinders fear. Though I was raised in the Temple of the Lord of Light in Volantis; raised from a babe to do our lord's work. To do whatever he wishes of me. And it was in the temple that I saw a vision in the flames. A vision that brought me across the sea to find a lightning lord, who has a great purpose; a fate that must be fulfilled. A nobleman that has brought back to the land of the living, more than once, by the grace of the Heart of Fire......." She explained, as she took another step closer to Beric.

"As to the content of that vision.....well, that is for the ears of the Lightning Lord, only.........." Beric looking behind him to Thoros. The former Red Priest simply nodding; he sure that R'hllor would not have gifted her a vision, if it was not important. Beric gesturing for her to follow him; the two making their way out of the cave, to a secluded grove that was well hidden by woods that surrounded them.

"My lady.........?" Beric feeling his ardour harden, as the priestess turned and looked at him.

"You have heard of the Red Priestess, Melisandre of Asshai.....she looks to a man by the name of Stannis Baratheon, believing him to be prophesied hero, Azor Ahai......." Beric nodding. His heart thumping frantically against the inside of his chest, as (Y/n) began to slowly pull on the drawstrings that held together her dress.

"She is wrong in her choice; her visions, skewed by the will of R'hllor. But that does not mean that she will not find her way to the true Prince That Was Promised; just as you will yourself, Beric Dondarrion. And along the way, you will also protect and aid the one that will end the winter that is to come.......In my vision, our Lord bid me to come here; to help your priest to keep you alive until your fate has been met and you can finally rest. So, until that moment, see me as your servant, your reward.....a show of the love that the God of Flame and Shadow, has for you....." The priestess continued, as her gown fell to the floor, leaving her naked before him. Her hands coming to rest on his chest. Beric's usual self-control crumbling, as she leant in and kissed him. (Y/n) moaning into his open mouth, as his rough hands gripped firmly, at her hips. If she had been sent by the Lord of Light, then who was Beric to argue; the sound of her, feel of her, reminding him of all the ways that a woman could make a man feel. Ways that he had not felt in some time. A smile pulling at the corners of his lips, as he thought of what Thoros would have to say about all this; before the Lord of Blackhaven lifted up his Red Priestess and took her to where she could give him his reward.