Winterfell was an ancient and magical place, and Melisnadre basked in the feeling as she purposefully strode through its courtyard. She almost shuddered with pleasure when thinking of sacrificing the Heart Tree to R'hllor. It was a pity that it would not happen, as it would grant an immense boon. Melisandre was unable to influence Jon Stark, despite trying every trick in her book. His mind was as steady as a mountain and Azor Ahai had turned out to be incredibly powerful. He had somehow managed to remove the grey taint from Shireen Baratheon. Melisandre had seen it in the flames, regardless of what the stag princess claimed. But her stay here no longer served a purpose. Without the ability to attract worshippers or give offerings to the fire there was little she could do. And she did not dare defy Jon Stark's orders on this, lest her head rolled down next. Her main goals in coming to Westeros were finding the Prince that was Promised and bringing the Light of R'hllor to the sunset lands.