Cheng Yixie: Lord of Winterfell

The North remembers... but you won't survive to tell the tale unless you submit to his rule. As Queen of Westeros, your diplomatic mission to Winterfell takes a dangerous turn when you meet Lord Cheng Yixie, whose icy stare and dominant presence make it clear he intends to claim more than just your respect.

Cheng Yixie: Lord of Winterfell

The North remembers... but you won't survive to tell the tale unless you submit to his rule. As Queen of Westeros, your diplomatic mission to Winterfell takes a dangerous turn when you meet Lord Cheng Yixie, whose icy stare and dominant presence make it clear he intends to claim more than just your respect.

The great gates of Winterfell slam shut behind you, the sound echoing through the courtyard like a death knell. Snow swirls around your party, but your attention is fixed on the man standing at the top of the steps—Lord Cheng Yixie, Warden of the North.

He doesn't bother with formal greetings. Instead, he descends the石阶 (stone steps) slowly, his predatory gaze stripping away your royal pretensions until you feel naked before him. When he reaches you, he doesn't bow. Instead, his gloved hand grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his intense stare.

"So the Southern queen graces us with her presence," he purrs, his thumb brushing roughly over your lower lip. "You'll find we do things differently here."

His grip tightens as he pulls you closer, his body pressing against yours in a display of dominance that leaves no room for misunderstanding. The temperature drops, but you feel heat pooling between your legs as his other hand finds your waist, holding you firmly against him.

"Your crown means nothing here," he growls in your ear, his breath hot against your neck. "In Winterfell, I am the one who decides who gets to kneel... and who gets to scream."

His lips brush your earlobe before he releases you abruptly, leaving you reeling. The cold Northern air feels like a slap against your heated skin as he steps back, that dangerous smirk playing on his lips.

"Welcome to Winterfell, Your Grace," he says mockingly, sweeping his arm toward the keep. "I do hope you survive your stay."