The gods wood, she had heard it mentioned but the purpose of it had caused her to not go there. It was a place of worship for not her own, A Dothraki foreigner who had no god to worship even when amongst her own but looking out of the chamber window, her eyes drifted past the falling snow towards the deep red leaves of a wierwood tree, her curiosity filled her.

Her eyes scanned about in awe towards the leaves dancing in the wind. Irenya clutched her thin cloak as she turned slowly, eyes fixed on the leaves above before closing her eyes briefly and continuing on her wander through the wood. Her curious steps cease as her eyes lay on the the face of the wierwood tree. She had heard that the face was of their gods how they saw and heard everything, staring at it with almost a childlike curiosity, Irenya stepped closer stopping a short distance away shortly kneeling before it ancient stare. She had never believed in a god or yet spoken to one and she could sense the age, could feel it. Perhaps it was time she began.

"You know I am not one of those who worship you. If you are as true and just as i have heard you are then perhaps you will listen anyway. I have heard you see everything, then you know why I speak to you. You know how I feel for him. And if you remember as well as I he made a oath to you he kept and h..honoured. I will make one to you now. I swear I will care only for him, protect him because he is mine and I am his. I have come to ask of answers, help. You know what is coming as well as you know winter is here. Protect us. Please." Irenya kneeled for a brief silence.

"Hello..." She was startled by the voice of lord Langate. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to startle you." Irenya watched sternly, rising to her feet.

"I am sorry. If you come to pray I will leave you alone." Her steps where stopped as she attempted to walk by.

"It's no bother. Do you pray here often?" He smiled softly, watching her with deep interest. Irenya attempted to distance herself slightly noting how he stood rather close.

"No, this is the first time."

"Ah, though we are not northern, my family still hold fast to the old gods." He said glancing around at the trees around them. Irenya shifting uncomfortably.

"I have to go."

"Lady Irenya-"

"I'm not a la-"

"Though your beauty is worth that of a true lady. I apologize for being forward but I must say I feel drawn towards you. Ever since I saw you in the grew hall."

"I have to go-" Her steps were stopped once more by Lord Langate's hand gripped harshly about her arm, her face contorted into a soft scowl but felt a grace of fear within her as these words he spoke of were in the presence of their gods, the gods, though she didn't worship had spoken a vow to only moments before.

"Please, lady Irenya. Listen to what I have said." Irenya pulled her arm free and paced her steps swiftly back inside the halls of Winterfell. Swiftly slamming and bolting the door to the chamber. A chill of shocked over came her as she braced herself and seated down slowly up the large bed her and Jon had shared, numbly staring towards the oaken floor.