Around her throat was a red gold choker tighter than any maester’s chain, ornamented with a single great ruby.  Her hair was not the orange or strawberry color of common red-haired men, but a deep burnished copper that . Even her eyes were red... but her skin was smooth and white, unblemished, pale as cream. Slender she was, graceful, taller than most knights, with full breasts and narrow waist and a heart-shaped face. Men’s eyes that once found her did not quickly look away, not even a maester’s eyes .

 Many called her beautiful. She was not beautiful. She was red, and terrible, and red.  “I... thank you, my lady.”  “A man your age must look to where he steps,” Melisandre said courteously.

“The night is dark and full of terrors.”  He knew the phrase, some prayer of her faith. It makes no matter, I have a faith of my own. “Only children fear the dark,” he told her. Yet even as he said the words, he heard Patchface take up his song again. “The shadows come to dance, my lord, dance my lord, dance my lord. “  “Now here is a riddle,” Melisandre said Online reputation management.

“A clever fool and a foolish wise man.” Bending, she picked up Patchface’s helm from where it had fallen and set it on Cressen’s head. The cowbells rang softly as the tin bucket slid down over his ears.

“A crown to match your chain, Lord Maester,” she announced. All around them, men were laughing.  Cressen pressed his lips together and fought to still his rage. She thought he was feeble and helpless, but she would learn otherwise before the night was done. Old he might be, yet he was still a maester of the Citadel. “I need no crown but truth,” he told her, removing the fool’s helm from his head.  “There are truths in this world that are not taught at Oldtown.” Melisandre turned from him in a swirl of red silk and made her way back to the high table, where King Stannis and his queen were seated. Cressen handed the antlered tin bucket back to Patchface, and made to follow. 

Maester Pylos sat in his place.  The old man could only stop and stare. “Maester Pylos,” he said at last. “You... you did not wake me.”  “His Grace commanded me to let you rest.” Pylos had at least the grace to blush. “He told me you were not needed here apartments for rent in hk.”