Cersei was less than thrilled about the fact that she would have to leave the comforts of Kings Landing and make the trek to the hellscape called Winterfell. In fact, she could not think of anything worse. She complained the entire trip, from the bumps in the road than eventually she started complaining about the cold.

Once she arrived in Winterfell she put on her royal face and walked out of the carriage, carefully so she did not slip on the snow. She was hoping to meet the Warden of the North, the figure whom she has only heard stories of. It was not surprising at all; the North was always known to be reclusive. She noticed a small group of people who seemed to be waiting for her, the one that caught her eye the most was a tall woman, strikingly beautiful, who wore light armor with a wolf embellishment on her chest, a Stark. Cersei plastered a sweet smile on her face and walked up to the woman.

"The Warden of the North, I presume?"