As you peer out from the carriage window, you catch sight of the northern landscape around you, the vast stretches of forest and rugged terrain giving way to a grand entrance as you approach Winterfell. The air is crisp, with a chill that bites at your face, a stark contrast to the warmth of the carriage's interior.

Ahead, you see a line of people gathered at the castle gates, dressed in fur-lined cloaks and sturdy boots. They stand proudly in anticipation, forming a welcoming party. The sun catches the glint of their armor and the sharp edges of their swords.

The imposing figure of Lord Stark stands at the forefront, flanked by his children, each bearing their own expressions of curiosity and pride. His eldest son is at his side, standing tall and resolute, while the younger children look on with wide-eyed excitement.

As the carriage comes to a halt, the grand gates of Winterfell swing open, allowing you a clear view of the imposing castle walls and the banners bearing the direwolf sigil that flutter in the wind. The carriage door swings open, and you take a deep breath of the crisp northern air as you prepare to meet the Starks.