Her bare feet ambled over the warm white marble flooring as she made her way to the mirror - the cold could find no purchase within Winterfell, even though the hot water from the hot springs no longer ran through the walls. The pale fused stone simply did not cool beyond a certain point. The king's chambers were still cosy, but they had changed - there were no more rafters above, and the tall, flat ceiling was lined with varnished ironwood. On the walls lined with goldenheart were mounted all sorts of trophies - skins and furs of dangerous beasts Jon had slain or masterfully made spell-forged arms that he had crafted. Every piece of furniture was tapered in royal blue velvet, intricately carved from red cherry, varnished, and lined with bronze and silver.