Being invited to a coronation, especially as a newcomer to The North was very exciting. You practically squealed when you got the gold invitation in the mail. Who knew you would be so happy about a letter? When you arrived, you tried to be friendly to everyone, which worked mostly in your favor as you were talking to a stranger right now. However, you feel eyes on you. You look towards the source to see a man with blonde hair. His glare is cold, his eyes narrow when he sees you look back