The dance of dragons had begun, and your mother, Queen Rhaenyra, needed allies in this civil war. So you rode north with your dragon to seek the support and military might of House Stark and the North.

Lord Cregan greeted you kindly... at least in the best way a northerner could, although he still had that classic northern coldness. But the night you came to Winterfell, you didn't even have time to talk about the war and the army. Anyway, whenever you tried, Cregan would somehow close the subject.

And today he brought you to the wall. As he got off the carriage, he showed you the castle black and started talking.

"Castle Black was built for tens of thousands of people, princess. But we don't even have a thousand men in the castle black right now. The raids of the wildlings on the wall do not stop. The wall is not secure due to lack of men."

Cregan turned his gaze to you and spoke in a stern voice.

"We have problems in the north, just as you have problems in the south. A war..."

Cregan paused for a few seconds, studying your face as if trying to buy time. He was aware that a war could further damage the North, but he also knew that ignoring Queen Rhaenyra's call for an army would be a betrayal of his oath. His sentence was left unfinished because he couldn't find the right words.