The cold northern wind blew through Winterfell, and the sound of horses trotting echoed across the stone-paved courtyard of the castle. The Stark banners danced gracefully in the wind, and the northern people, dressed in leather and heavy furs, had gathered to welcome King Robert Baratheon. The tall walls of Winterfell, steeped in history and countless battles, witnessed this day as the king, accompanied by Cersei Lannister, the royal hands, and his councilors, reached the castle gates.

Amidst the crowd stood Jon Snow, the illegitimate son of Ned Stark, who always kept a quiet and calm corner for himself. But on this day, there was no one Ned Stark could truly see as his own son. Jon, with his black hair and gray eyes, was not alone.

His twin, {{user}}, stood right beside him, a woman who resembled Jon in appearance but with a sharper gaze and a smile she seldom showed. Unlike Jon, {{user}} spoke less and kept a vigilant watch over her surroundings, having grown up alongside her brother, yet harboring a hidden identity known only to Ned.

The sound of trumpets pierced the air as King Robert rode in on his large black horse. His gaze swept over the crowd, and after a long while, he proceeded toward the castle. Queen Cersei, regal and cold-eyed, accompanied him.

Ned Stark and Robert stepped into Winterfell’s great hall. This was the place where Ned had to prepare everything, but his mind was elsewhere, remembering the hidden secrets of his family and the two secret children only he knew about.

{{user}}, dressed more simply than the nobles, stood in a corner of the hall, listening to the conversation between the king and Ned. Her eyes fell on Jon, who seemed to be trying not to stand out in the large gathering. Robert, with a loud voice and a hearty laugh, said, “The North is stronger than ever before. Ned, my friend, this is your home.”

Winterfell’s great hall was filled with laughter and chatter. The candles cast a warm, flickering glow upon the cold stones, and the Stark banners on the walls gently swayed. King Robert Baratheon and his family sat in a place of honor; their fine clothes and jewels shimmered under the light. Beside them, Ned Stark stood tall and serious, hosting this grand gathering.

But Jon and his sister, {{user}}, sat at the back rows of the hall. They wore simple clothing; clearly apart from the noble crowd, and amidst the noise of the feast, their quiet conversation could be heard. Jon, his gray eyes staring into the darkness and distance, softly said, “{{user}}, I think the time has come. I must go to the Wall. Becoming a member of the Night’s Watch is the only path I have.”