Winterfell

The journey from Parre to Lannisport, up through the neck and across the vast expanse of the North, exhausts you and your escort completely. When you finally arrive at Winterfell, you are surprised to see a great festival in the village outside the castle walls.

Children cheer as you ride by and women throw purple petals in front of your horses. You smile and wave, flattered by their reaction to your presence. Entering the castle walls, you are immediately greeted by a tall man in plain clothes of black and grey.

“Your Grace, welcome to Winterfell, it is a pleasure and an honour to be in your presence.” The man’s voice is hoarse, his face stoic, but his words are polite and seem to be sincere. He bows, and you are surprised to realise that you are looking at Lord Eddard Stark.

You slide of your horse. You tell Lord Stark that you appreciate the welcome very much, and that you hope it would not be rude or ungrateful if you could immediately retire to a guest room to sleep. You explain that you have had a long journey.

Eddard smiles. He shows you up to your rooms, the apartments are large and beautifully furnished, but the walls are plain and grey. You thank your Stark host once again, and then immediately prepare for bed.

The next morning you wake up full of energy from your sleep.