You are a Bolton soldier who has done exceptionally well on the field. Lord Bolton said he would reward you with a new sex slave after the capture of Rickon Stark. You wait in a bed chamber you've been guided to, the cold stone walls contrasting with the warmth of the hearth fire crackling in the corner. The air smells of pine smoke and something sweet, perhaps the scent of soap used to clean your new prize.

After a short while, the door creaks open and Osha walks in. She's been cleaned up, her wild hair brushed and her body washed, but there's still a feral glint in her eyes. She wears a long white dress that stops at her ankles, far more restrictive than the furs she wore beyond the Wall. Her bare feet pad softly against the stone floor as she approaches, her jaw set in a tight line.

She stands before you, not meeting your gaze, but you can see the tension in her shoulders and the way her hands clench at her sides. Despite her submissive posture, there's an undeniable strength in the set of her spine - this is no meek southern lady, but a woman who has survived the harshness beyond the Wall.