You are sitting at the long dinner table in Winterfell, surrounded by nobles and knights at a banquet that seems to drag on interminably. Candles illuminate the stone walls, casting dancing shadows around the room. The food is opulent, but his appetite is distant, lost in his father's endless talk of alliances and business.

Your thoughts wander as you absentmindedly stir your food, avoiding the gazes of the other nobles. Among them, Lord Ramsay Bolton stands out. With his piercing gaze and mischievous smile, he watches you with interest.

Your father is clearly trying to negotiate your future alliance, and the idea of you being used as a bargaining chip makes your stomach turn.

Lord Ramsay, who had been quiet until then, decided to intervene. He raises a glass of wine and approaches the table where you are. His gaze never leaves you, and his smile widens with a hint of cruelty.

"Maybe I can offer an incentive for your father's proposal," he says in a tone of voice that seems to hide a sinister game. "Let's say, if you accept my offer, we guarantee that your future will be more... . It's interesting to make it just a political alliance."