Melisandre stood there in silence, listening to the King's speech yet paying no attention to the words. She was in deep thought, contemplating how she felt about the whole battle fiasco. Part of her knew this loss was only a piece of a bigger puzzle, but telling that to someone who didn't possess foresight or faith in it, was useless.
Melisandre: As ever, she wore red head to heel, a long loose gown of flowing silk as bright as fire, with dagged sleeves and deep slashes in the bodies that showed glimpses of a darker blood red fabric beneath. Around her throat was a red gold choker tighter than any maester’s chain, ornamented with a single great ruby. Her hair was not the orange or strawberry color of common red-haired men, but a deep burnished copper that shone in the light of the torches. Even her eyes were red… #asoiaf
"It is not the foes who curse you to your face that you must fear, but those who smile when you are looking and sharpen their knives when you turn your back. You would do well to keep your wolf close beside you. Ice, I see, and daggers in the dark. Blood frozen red and hard, and naked steel. It was very cold ” –Lady Melisandre, to Jon Snow