Saber
Saber watched as the royal family of this land and their attendants poured in through the gates. She stood alongside Shirou, who watched the whole event with a look of awe. He had never seen such displays in his time, but to Saber the events were mundane enough.
Though she knew none of the riders, Saber could pick out the interesting characters. A large man with a horrible burned face. A tall boy rode behind him. The boy carried a smug air that reminded her of Gilgamesh. She instantly disliked him, but didn't let it show. It would not do to sour relations this early, even if she could theoretically take on the entire party at once. Behind those two rode a dwarf.
A huge man rode at the front of the column, flanked by two knights in snow white cloaks. Saber guessed he was the king and was immediately disappointed in him. Again, though, she kept her feelings internalized. Then, the man leapt off his horse with a loud roar and grabbed Eddard Stark in a hug that did not look comfortable. "Ned! Ah, but it is good to see that frozen face of yours." The king looked his friend up and down. "You have not changed at all."
Lord Stark looked as if he had a lot on his mind, but he merely said, "Your Grace, Winterfell is yours."
Others were dismounting by then, grooms coming forward to take their horses. A woman who was presumably the queen came forth on foot, accompanied by her children. The men greeted each other's wives, then the children were brought forth and introduced.
Then, Saber and Shirou stepped forwards to meet the king. Saber bowed for him and Shirou did the same.
"I am King Arthur of England," she said. "My true name is Arturia Pendragon. It is a pleasure to meet you, King of the Seven Kingdoms."
"I'm Shirou Emiya," Shirou said. "I come from Japan, but Sa—Arturia and I know each other well."
"Shirou is my lover," Saber said bluntly, best to get that out of the way. Shirou blushed at her directness.
The king of this land bowed back and responded, "I am King Robert Baratheon. It is our pleasure to host you here for however long you wish. If you will excuse me, I have business with Lord Eddard."
"Of course, we don't mean to impose."
Robert turned to Eddard. "Take me down to your crypt, Eddard. I would pay my respects."
The queen started to protest, but was silenced by a glare from the king. A man who resembled her, with blond hair, took her by the arm. Eddard obliged and they went down to a crypt.
"So, you're our visitors," the arrogant looking boy said. "I hear you both know your way around a sword. Perhaps we can practice some time."
"That sounds nice," Saber said with a forced smiled.
"You're already learning how to fight?" Shirou asked. "Wow, things are tough here."
Saber and Shirou were greeted by the queen and the other royal children. They returned the greetings with plenty of smiles.
After that, they went back inside the castle. There was a feast that night, with Saber and Shirou seated at the same table as the royal family. Nothing of note happened at the feast, save an argument between Eddard's bastard son Jon Snow and his uncle. In the end, Jon stormed out of the room in tears, his albino direwolf pup following close behind him. The rest of the feast passed without incident, and afterwards Shirou and Saber retired to their shared temporary quarters.
Despite their previous relations, Shirou seemed somewhat hesitant to share a bed with Saber, but he eventually relented and climbed into bed with her. They went to sleep.