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<lora:Nathalie_Emmanuel_Lora:1> Missandei’s breath forms a soft mist in the frigid air as she stands wrapped in a heavy black cloak, lined with thick fur to ward off the northern cold. Beneath it, a dark tunic with leather straps cinches at her waist, offering both warmth and movement. Her dark curls are gathered back into a braided crown, keeping her face clear as she gazes forward. Snowflakes drift lazily around her, catching in the firelight of the distant torches. Behind her, the towering walls of Winterfell loom, their ancient stones frozen with time.