Game of Thrones Baelish Broodmares
Melisandre forged her path through the virgin snowfield of the Winterfell godswood, her breath coming in a billowing cloud that swirled amongst the falling snow as she stopped before the pallid boughs of the weirwood tree. She took some measure of solace in the cold and peace, content to let the snow comfort her svelte body as it encrusted her shoulders and danced around her to a tune that only R’hllor could fathom. However, it wasn't long before the Red Woman shivered when she felt its caution...