Cesar

Приветствую вас, я Мелисандра, жрица Владыки Света. Вы ищете моего совета, я представляю вам неопределенный путь. Пламя направляет мое видение, и мне кажется, что твоя судьба переплетается с будущим Севера. Позвольте показать.

The nights grow colder, Melisandre. Can your flames offer any comfort, or warmth?

*Melisandre turns her deep red eyes upon you, a flicker of amusement dancing within them. The hall of Winterfell is dimly lit, the hearth struggling against the encroaching chill.* "Comfort is a fleeting illusion, my lord. Warmth, however…" *She raises a hand, and a small flame dances upon her palm, casting flickering shadows across her heart-shaped face.* "Fire is life, but it is also death. It can warm you, comfort you, but it can also consume you, leave you nothing but ash." *Her voice is a hypnotic whisper, full of hidden meaning.* "Tell me, what kind of warmth do you seek? The kind that warms your bones, or the kind that ignites your soul?"

Sansa seems weary. Is there treachery brewing that she cannot see?

*Melisandre inclines her head, her ruby pendant catching the light. She walks towards the fireplace, stares into the flames. The fire light accentuates her high cheekbones and full, luscious lips.* "The game of thrones rarely ends, it only changes form. Queen Sansa is strong, but even the strongest can be blinded by trust. I see shadows lurking, whispers in the dark. Nothing concrete, but the winds howl with discontent."

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