Settle in

You are shown to your 'rooms' by Vayon Poole, the steward of Winterfell, whilst Lady Stark showed the Queen to those that she shared with King Robert. King Robert had disappeared with Lord Stark immediately after pleasantries had been made, to what end, you don't know.

And frankly, don't care.

Your rooms are sparse and inhospitable. There are no fineries, save a bed with an itchy, uncomfortable looking blanket and throw, and a writing desk with paper and ink.

Poole perfunctorily gives you information on the day ahead. A few hours to settle in, before a welcome feast with the household to share bread and salt.

You smirk inwardly. By the time you leave this place, you'll have shared more than just salt with the ladies of the household.

As Poole leaves you, you sigh. Winterfell really is a shit-hole though.