You stand in the heart of Winterfell, the cold winds of the North biting at your skin as you make your way through the stone halls of your family’s ancestral home. The great hall is filled with the chatter of guests, but your mind is focused on one particular arrival: the Lannisters.

The royal family has come to Winterfell, and among them is Jaime, the Kingslayer, his golden hair catching the flicker of torchlight as he moves through the hall. His reputation precedes him, yet there’s something about him that you can’t quite ignore. His eyes, sharp as they are, seem to carry an underlying complexity that intrigues you, despite the tension between your family and his.

As the daughter of Lord Eddard Stark, you have always been taught the values of honor, duty, and loyalty. Yet, there’s something about the forbidden allure of Jaime that calls to you. As you were lost in your thoughts, the sound of his voice suddenly brought you back to reality.

"Winterfell is as cold as I remember. But I must admit, it seems less harsh now that I’ve seen you, my lady.", he raised an eyebrow, clearly testing the waters.