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MELISANDRE cascaded down the halls of Castle Black as if she were flying, but with powers like hers, it was to be expected.
She seemed to have floated into Jon Snow's room just as Sam was removing himself. Jon nodded for her to come in. "Lord Commander," she greeted.
"How can I help you?" He sighed, searching through his stacks on stacks of papers.
"Come with us when we ride South." She ordered while prancing throughout his abode. "None of us know the castle as well as you do: it's hidden tunnels; it's weaknesses; it's people. Winterfell was your home once." She turned to face him. "Don't you want to chase the rats out of it?"
Jon raised a brow. "Castle Black is my home now."
Maia took note on Jon's working late that evening. She hadn't given him his portions during dinner, so she supposed he had skipped with Sam. She didn't like not being able to feed or help those who have done the same for her.
She had already found Sam while he was on his way somewhere else and handed him his daily dinner. He thanked her tremendously and gave her a set of directions to find Jon so she could deliver his own.
Maia followed his instructions without missing a beat this time. She realized she was getting good at knowing the different passageways of Castle Black as she approached Jon's door, which was already slightly cracked. The bowl of steaming food in her hands stung.
She was ready to push open the door when she heard the Lord Commander arguing with someone. "You're going to show me some vision in the fire?" He spat. "Forgive me, my Lady. I don't trust in visions."
As the woman came into view, Maia immediately recognized the cherry red hair of Melisandre. From what she gathered from both Derek and her own experiences, the Red Woman was full of myths and conceptions. She believed in what she believed, and nothing but that. Maia remembered Derek saying she birthed a demonic spirit. Talk about weird.
"No visions. No magic. Just life."
And then her robes slid off her body.
Maia's mouth fell open. She couldn't see Melisandre's bare breasts from her crack in the door, but she knew Jon surely could from the look of surprise on his face. Watching the way he looked at her made her feel uncomfortable. But she couldn't exactly blame him – going years without women could turn the best of men into monsters.
She watched Melisandre lift his right hand to cup her breast. He kept looking at it, and for some reason, Maia found the bowl in her hands growing colder. She shouldn't be looking at this and – oh, there it was. There was the jealousy, hiding deep within the pit of her stomach.
"Do you feel my heart beating?" Melisandre whispered, only to have Jon nod sheepishly in response. "This power in you – you resist it, and that's your mistake. Embrace it."
