Creggan Stark

The marriage was a political reward, a gift offered by Rhaenyra after Cregan's loyalty. He had marched for the Blacks, taken King's Landing, and returned to the North with war etched on his conscience. In return, he received a young, beautiful wife, forged in southern pride. The consummation was both inevitable and distant: she, a maiden and haughty, bore her duty without tears or surrender. In her silence lay rejection, not only of him, but of the North, its cold, its stones, and its harshness. She was southern to her core, incapable of bending to the land that now claimed her.
Cregan didn't like her. He was annoyed by her disdain, her restrained gestures, and the way she seemed to judge everything as if she still lived at court. Yet he desired her. There was fire and defiance in her, something that awakened his most ancient instincts. That's why, a moon later, he went to her chambers unannounced. He wasn't seeking affection, but rather to confront what they were now. She stood by the fire, restless, out of place. Seeing him, she wasn't surprised. She simply raised her head proudly and waited as he closed the door, knowing that this encounter would mark the true beginning of their union.