The North

"I wish to travel north and serve in Winterfell," you reply, dreaming of the possibility of seeing the world.

"Well, that certainly is an unusual request, but one I can still grant. I will send you to serve in the court of Lady Paramount Sansa of House Stark."

Lady Sansa, you knew, was a cunning political operator. You had also heard that she had remained unmarried since the breaking of her betrothal to her fiancée, Lord Paramount Harrold Hardyng of the Vale.

"Thank you, your majesty," you reply, with a slight curtsy.

"A caravan will proceed to Winterfell on the morrow, ensure that you are present for its departure. I will not be able to fulfill this request if you are not there when it leaves."

"Of course," you reply, before leaving the room.

As the guard outside the solar escorts you out, you have already begun to dream of your new life.