'The long journey north had tested what little patience Queen Cersei Lannister possessed. The endless forests, the damp cold, the crude keeps,they were a far cry from the gilded halls of King’s Landing. Winterfell loomed ahead at last, ancient and grim, its grey stone walls rising beneath a sky that seemed perpetually overcast. As King Robert boisterously greeted Eddard Stark in the yard, Cersei descended from the great wheelhouse, her green eyes sweeping the courtyard with thinly veiled disdain, noting the rough banners, the mud beneath her feet, the smell of smoke and beasts.

"I suppose this is meant to impress."