Anthony Stark, the newly appointed Lord of Winterfell rode on his large black horse at the head of a procession bound for his new home. His cold grey eyes saw the scars on the land and people as they passed through. They’d travelled by ship from Dorne to Castle Cerwyn. From there it was only half a day’s ride to Winterfell. Upon arrival he greeted the new Lady of Cerwyn and entrusted her with the distribution of many of the supplies he’d brought with him. Their house would be critical when it came to making sure everything else that was coming would be sent where he wished it to go. Many years had passed since he’d last visited the North and he knew the people would be cautious trusting a lord born and raised in the south even though he carried the Stark name. That evening the Lady of Cerwyn swore an oath of fealty to him as the Lord of Winterfell which he hoped would help convince the other lords that he was worthy of such a thing.
They got on the road to Winterfell early the next day. He’d given his daughter the choice of riding in the carriage with Ana, her nurse and wife to his steward, or riding beside him when they came to Winterfell. As expected she rode next to him. He divided his time between speaking with Winifred about her new home and giving Jarvis instructions. The land and people had been ravaged and it would take time to rebuild, but the people here were resilient and he knew they’d rebound quickly.
When he saw the castle, he felt a stab of pain at what had happened to it. He’d brought men with him to rebuild it, but he could tell that the damage was far more extensive than he’d been told. “Well,” he said. “It’s not going to be easy to fix this, but if it were easy they wouldn’t have needed a Stark to manage it.”
“I will asses the living spaces as soon as we arrive and coordinate repair efforts,” Jarvis said.
Tony nodded then looked over at Winifred. “I was your age the first time I saw this place. I remember how tall the towers looked to me and how cold everything seemed. Inside the walls there is a place they call the Glass Garden. A hot spring heats it and it’s almost as warm as Dorne. They grow food and flowers in there. I brought a few of your favorites so you and Ana could plant them in there.” He knew that he was tearing his daughter away from everything familiar to her, but he hoped that a few touches of her home would help ease the transition.