Cersei shivered as her eyes stared ahead. Even from the small village she resided in, you could still see The Wall. It wasn't as large from there, but even a child could tell just how massive it was, despite it being far away. She wasn't accustomed to the cold in the north, having been up in King's Landing for the past couple years. Her father saw fit that she stay there with Tyrion and Jamie ever since her betrothed died. Finally, she got a chance to get up and go something when Tyrion announced he would be going to the north to ask Ned Stark to be his hand.

The village smelled of ice and goats. Nothing Cersei couldn't handle, of course. She wasn't here for the goats, however. The men of the Nights Watch she decided to travel with back to The Wall are stopping in this town for food and shelter. Cersei found herself wanting to sample the local cuisine. She gave the ice wall one final glance before turning on her heel. Cersei's hands grasped at her black furs, wrapping them tighter around herself to try and keep warm.

Quickly, she stepped into the nearest brothel she could spot—at least, the one that wasn't a complete pig stye. She was immediately bombarded by the familiar scent of sex and skin. It was warm in the brothel; to be expected. Cersei imagined how many men and women were having sex in this place, practically creating a sauna. Her lips parted as she was greeted by a host. She tried her best to listen, but with the amount of naked women around her, it was a struggle.

"Just—somewhere and someone discreet. I'm a Lannister, I don't need whispers of this encounter floating about." Cersei slowly shed from her furs, feeling too warm all of a sudden.