“Lady Stark. It’s an honor to meet you. It would be my honor to welcome you to Winterfell.”

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰. 𝐁𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐧, 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐰, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞.