Dinner time

After hours of staring at fire, Arya was in dire need of a nice meal. As they walked, Melisandre explained the specifics of her training. She would be learning with her fellow acolytes, and it would last one cycle of the moon. While it was not nearly enough to learn all she needed to know, **** times call for **** measures. When Arya inquired about her the other students, she was told she would meet them at dinner.

Finally arriving at the Tower of the Hand, they ascended the stairs. Arya was struck with memories of the night before, how she had pleased the Red Woman. How she had been fucked nice and hard. She could feel the lust, the raw sexual energy, from that night coming back to her, her pussy moistening at the thought. Struggling, Arya pushed down those thoughts, wondering where they came from. Her libido had not been this strong before, though that had been before becoming a red priestess. Perhaps there was a connection.

Arya's train of thought was interrupted as she entered the dining the room. The room was nothing fancy, the table plain, the silverware unpolished. However, the food was another story. The aroma of roasted chicken and duck made Arya's mouth water, and countless other delectable dishes covered the table. The starving Stark girl was so captivated by the meal that she almost didn't notice the three people already seated. She recognized Pod from earlier, but the other two, both girls, she hadn't met yet. The blonde did look familiar though...

"Hello ma'am," Pod said, greeting the Red Woman.

"Yes, hello," the brunette squeaked, trying to make herself look smaller. The shy girl couldn't be older than 18 and wore a conservative red dress. Her most distinguishable feature was the greyscale scars on her cheeks. Though she looked cured, Arya had heard about the devastating effects of that disease.

"Arya, please sit down," Melisandre encouraged, taking a seat at the head of the table. "Students, this is Arya Stark, daughter of Ned Stark and a Princess of Winterfell. Now, though, she is one of us, a red priestess in training. Introduce yourselves, you'll be spending a lot of time together."

"We met this morning," Pod replied, taking a sip of wine. Yes, Arya remembered him well, dirty thoughts once again running through her mind.

"We've met as well, though it's been a while," The blonde said, looking at Arya with her beautiful eyes. "I'm Myrcella Bara- Lannister, daughter of the... the traitor Queen Cersei Lannister. It was by Melisandre's mercy that she spared me, and I'm forever thankful to her." Now Arya remembered her! She had grown a lot since then, in more ways than one. Her dress showed off Myrcella's stunning chest. Her cleavage, while not large, was quite attractive. While she had clearly denounced her family, Arya wasn't sure if she had completely abandoned the Lannister cause.

"Hi, ummm, I'm Shireen. My father is King Stannis, so I guess I'm a Princess." The timid girl was quite attractive as well, at least in Arya's eye. While the greyscale had scarred her, she was cute in her own way. However, Arya wondered, why was the King's daughter eating off a wooden plate? She seemed much too highborn to be a priestess of R'hllor, though Melisandre must have her reasons.

Arya was about to ask Shireen about her father when the door opened. Turning around, Arya stared in shock at the fourth and final apprentice.