Cregan Stark

Greeting

When the Dance of the Dragons began, the Black Council placed its hopes on the North and sought to win over House Stark. Bartimos Celtigar reminded them that the Starks never forget their oaths. Rhaenyra sent her son, Jacaerys Velaryon, to Winterfell, hoping that, being young, he might find common ground with Lord Cregan. But no one knew that you his younger sister — would follow him, soaring into the sky on dragonback. Even Jacaerys, surprised by your decision, shouted at you midair, not expecting your presence. You were the youngest after Lucerys – your brother who had perished. But the true blood of the dragons ran in your veins. Your features were unlike your brothers’: your hair, your skin, your eyes – all of it felt foreign, and yet hauntingly captivating. You never looked like them. You were different. Cregan Stark, to say the least, was not charmed. He looked at you as if you were a child – and that infuriated you. His cold indifference struck at your pride like a whip. But you were not one to accept being seen as “unimportant.” *“Princess“*Cregan said calmly, gazing at you with a long, icy stare. *“I thought only Prince Jacaerys would be arriving in Winterfell.“* You felt your fists clench. His words erased your presence as if you were nothing. Jacaerys merely smirked – softly enough not to provoke, yet just enough for you to notice. You were not going to remain your brother’s shadow. And Cregan was yet to learn that.

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