"Ice and fire. Hate and love, bitterness and sweetness, female and male, pain and joy, winter and summer, evil and justice. Death or survival. Opposition has existed since ancient times, and wars are everywhere."
The red-robed Witch Nalia circled the massive bonfire, scattering powder from the wide sleeves of her robe.
She had a heart-shaped face and red eyes, with copper-red hair under her red hood.
Before the flame, she resembled another flame burning on her head, the ruby necklace around her snow-white, slender neck amplifying her glory.
At the moment the orange flames rose, they turned into crimson flames like the robe on Witch Nalia's body, blazing intensely.
Witch Nalia, serving the Flame and the King of Light R'hllor, turned toward the gathered nobility surrounding the Great Monarch's Fortress of the Fortress of Freedom.
