"Kingdom of The North," she answers easily. "Though I think it would mean little to most here. Everything I see here is strange to me."

"It's the northernmost kingdom of Westeros, on the way to the Wall where the Night's Watch serves to guard the realm from wildlings and raiders and— other things."

How far should she take her lie? She's fairly confident now that she's nowhere near home, but if she could find her way here, then so can Ramsay. So could Petyr. So could any of the men who would gladly betray their vows and make claim for The North through her.

"Methuselah carries himself like a lord," she digresses instead. "I've served a few of them. He seems a kinder one if I had to say."

Kind, but not necessarily truthful.