Jason looked up to the top of the gate baring the entrance to Winterfell. He hated being away from his family so close to his father's death but he knew that his duties as Lord now outweighed much else in his life. Jason was not nervous to face the other Northern Lords and Ladies, he had been trained his whole life for this. He pushed his thoughts away from his head.

Who goes there?

Jason looks up at the face of the guard of Winterfell looking down at him.

"Jason Forrester, Lord of Ironrath. I have come to tell Lord Stark of the passing of my father and my succession with it."

The guard disappears for a second and soon the sound of metal grinding fills his ears. Jason looks ahead to watch the gate lift up in front of him. Once it had cleared his head Jason passed underneath it. This wasn't the first time that he had been inside the walls of the Lord Paramount's hall. It looked just as it always had. The Northern Realm had a certain fell, an aura. It was because of this that no matter where you were it always felt like home. Leading his horse over to a stable boy he dismounts and turns to the Main Hall of the city. It was time to make his appearance.