The Northern Girl - A Game of Thrones fanfiction

The castle

The hallway outside of my room was long and damp. It's dark and freezing, but that's only because I live in the servant part of the castle. The rest of the castle was warm and beautiful, even though it was winter.

The hallway was covered in tiny torches, lighting up the not-so-beautiful stone walls. The floor was stone. The roof was stone. Everything was gray and dark. But I found it very calming. Everything followed the same pattern, the same colour scheme.

I walked past a dussin doors that were symmetrically placed in between the torches. Every step I took echoed loudly. The light crackle of the torches mixed with the echoing of my footsteps, creating a symphony of dark sounds. What was hidden behind those doors? What secrets did they keep? How many sins had been committed?How many stories had been written?

I made my way through the dark, damp hallway until I made it into the kitchen. It was warm in there because open fires constantly burned. It was my favourite place of the whole castle. It was warm and felt like a real home. Like a home that I have never had. Besides, the kitchen maids were always kind to me and gave me the spare bread. It might've been burnt and the edges of the bread, but it was tastier than the mushroom stew I got for dinner.

Anyways, the kitchen had huge fireplaces for warming massive amounts of stews or roasting pigs and chickens and cows. It had large ovens for baking bread. There was gigantic windows covering the whole room, with a view so beautiful it even made lady Sansa swoon. The kitchen also followed the same stone pattern. Nearly every room in the castle did, except for the stables. They were made out of oak wood, but it smelled bad so I never wanted to go there. Also, the throne room I heard was also covered in wood. But that would be kind of stupid considering an enemy could just go in there and burn the whole room down. Oh well, I guess I have no saying in those things.

I made my way up the gigantic staircase. I've done this hundreds of times but yet I still get exhausted. I walked through the long, dark corridor in the upper parts of the castle. It was warm here because this is where the Stark family lived.