Chapter 138

Flaming red hearts—the sigil of the Red God R’hllor—snapped and streamed all across the island. The device was known in every Free City, so Drogo was certain the figure standing atop Dragonstone’s grandest tower could only be Melisandre, the Red Priestess of the Lord of Light.

From all he had gathered of the great game, he knew the woman wore a red-gold choker at her throat, set with a great ruby.

The witchfire gleam it cast outshone any common jewel; even at such a distance, Drogo found it dazzling, like a blood-red moon hung upon her neck. It was no ordinary stone.