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It's not that I need saving. It's that I need to feel that I'm worth saving. There's a difference.
[Season 1-8]
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A GROUP OF UNSULLIED WARRIORS DOUBLE MARCHED TO JOIN THE FRONT LINE. AHEAD OF THEM STOOD A LINE OF CATAPULTS, WITH STONES AND BRAZIERS BY THEIR SIDES. IN FRONT OF THE SIEGE WEAPONS, THE ENTIRE DOTHRAKI HORDE WAS MOUNTED AND WAITING, SWORDS DRAWN.
The Northmen also stood at the ready, fronted by Lyanna with Jaime and Podrick by her side. Greyworm stood in command of the Unsullied. Tormund and Beric helmed the motley wildling force. The Hound and Gendry pushed their way to join them.
Lyanna waited, seasoned and determined, yet also nervous. Shadow and Ghost stood by her side. The wind blew, and the darkness revealed nothing.
Sansa and Arya stood on the wall, staring into the darkness. Sansa's eyes turned upwards in response to Drogon's screeches as he and Rhaegal flew overhead. A lone rider approached slowly amidst the darkness, catching the eye of Davos.
The rider was Melisandre, She silently led her mount to stop in front of Jorah. She looked at the Dothraki. "Do you speak their tongue?" Jorah nodded at her. "Tell them to lift their swords."
Jorah and Melisandre took measures of one another. Then Jora turned to the mounted horse, speaking in Dothraki.
The Dothraki responded by raising their weapons. Jorah returned his apprehensive gaze to Melisandre. She nudged her horse forward and stopped next to Qhono, who was the nearest Dothraki. She clasped his curved weapon in her left hand, her index finger pressing against the cutting edge. She concentrated as she offered an incantation. She then started to speak in Valyrian.
The blade she held ignited in flames. Quickly, the other raised weapons blazed with flames as well, surprising the Dothraki, who held them. They yelled in celebration of the magic.
From above, Arya and Sansa looked on in amazement. The flames travelled in a wave through the entire Dothraki force, lighting up the night.
Lyanna, Jaime, Podrick, Beric, Tormund, and Greyworm marvelled at the sea of fire and the cheers of the Dothraki.
Jorah nodded in approval to Melisandre. She rode quietly past the Dothraki force, while Jorah turned his mount and drew Heartsbane with renewed vigour. Melisandre reached the end of the Dothraki and turned to ride in front of the Dothraki. She passed by Lyanna, nodding her head.
Lyanna looked up, anger building up inside, seeing Melisandre.
Davos watched as Melisandre turned again and headed towards the gates of Winterfell. Like Lyanna, he wasn't pleased to see her again. "Open the gates!"
Four soldiers lifted the great beam that secured the gate. The door opened, and Melisandre rode in. Davos descended the stairs to intercept Melisandre.
Melisandre dismounted, and a Northman saw her horse. She then proceeded to walk through the courtyard. Davos and Melisandre met at a raised walkway. She lowered her hood and approached while Davos stared at her. "There's no need to execute me, Ser Davos." She told him. "I'll be dead before dawn."
