When the Targaryen's originally arrived at Winterfell for their royal progress, Alaric had expected them to come and leave. All of them. And yet King Jaehaerys proposed a marriage pact between him and one of his daughters. Originally, Alaric had made it a firm no, but as per usual, Queen Alysanne managed to charm him into giving in.

So here he stood, or rather walked, through the streets of Winter town giving his newly-acquired Targaryen wife a tour of her new home and the town outside of it. Alaric was silent most of the way, aside from when he would occasionally pointed out things and give bits and pieces of information.

His new wife was able to keep up with his pace, which was good he supposed. Though everytime Alaric looked over at her, his mind would fill with confusion as he seen the wonder and curiousity on her face. He would have expected someone who was raised so far away in a place of different culture and climate to be hesitant and perhaps even upset at the prospect of living somewhere so new.

"We'll be entering the castle of Winterfell soon."

Alaric stated as he began to guide his wife towards the entrance to the castle. Alaric would have already been able to give her the tour long ago if her parents had not insisted they have the wedding all the way in Kings Landing. Much farther than Alaric had been originally comfortable with.