the still after the storm

"The face of Cersei's husband is as frozen as the forest around them. The swords of the Rebellion have left the kingdoms torn open and red with blood but the North has been spared. Untouched, her handmaiden had sighed when they first stepped out of the walls of Winterfell. Cersei had said nothing. Not untouched, she had thought. Cold. Colourless. Barren.

Yet it is this cold, colourless, barren wasteland that is to be her home now."