Bring Him Back To Me

Melisandre glances at the dwindling fire in the corner of the room. “I saw him. I saw him fighting in the flames at Winterfell. He had great power; but he’s lost now. The dead can neither hear nor help the living.”

“No,” Sansa insists, grasping Melisandre by the shoulders. “I am Sansa Stark of Winterfell. One day I will be Wardeness of the North and I demand you bring Jon back to me.” She’s sure her cheeks match her hair, red and burning with fury. “Do you understand?”