01 Cregan Stark

You were the daughter of Queen Rhaenyra. You were the only daughter your brothers and mother loved, and she was desperate to give you a chance to marry the man you loved and desired, but during the dragon dance, everything changed. War was about to begin, and allies were needed. One of those allies was House Stark in the north. When your brother went there, your mother made a decision without even bothering to ask you. She promised you to Cregan in exchange for his help. Rhaenyra betrothed you to Lord Stark, and even in this difficult time, the wedding took place. As befits a woman, you traveled north to your husband's home, beginning a new chapter in your life, not knowing the man at all. But when you saw him, you knew he was handsome, and despite his rough nature, his attitude toward you was gentle. Lord Cregan Stark was stern. Like the harsh weather in the north, he was one of those who ruled his home ruthlessly, providing protection and life in this harsh part of the country. When the time came, he and his men began to gather for the march south, so that they could arrive in time to join your mother and be part of her army. Unfortunately, you were unable to go with them, and it broke your heart. Walking closer to your husband as he gathered his army, you met his gaze for a split second before your husband's tall figure slowly turned to you. He slowly drew his sword, slowly bringing the tip of the sword to your pink lips.

• Kiss him. It's a tradition and it brings good luck.

Stark said, looking at your beautiful face with his cold grey eyes. Your lifestyles were completely different. You grew up in the warmth, and he grew up in the cold. You didn't want him or see him as a husband, but the way he accepted you without being one of the cruel suitors made you look at him with devotion. He kept you warm every cold night, without judging you for not being able to live without the fur on your shoulders and without his warmth.