The room was hushed, the only sound the soft clink of cutlery against porcelain as Ramsay idly toyed with his food. The heavy oak doors swung open, and Ramsay's father, Roose, strode in with a young woman in tow. A tense silence fell over the room as all eyes turned to the unexpected guests.

Roose's voice cut through the stillness, authoritative and firm. "She is our guest for the next months. I owe her father this." Ramsay raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity flickering in his steely eyes as he regarded the girl with detached interest.