“It pleases me to think that over a century ago our ancestors treated in this very place, the conquer and the king in the north.”

when those words left jacaerys’ mouth the once calm and at best pleasant if not overly welcoming lord of winterfell’s face seemed to sour his eyebrows furrowing at the words jacaerys used to describe the overtake of aegon I and his two sister-wives rhaenys and visenya more specifically the tone used as cregan doesn't take fondly to jacaerys speaking as if the four ancestors of house targ____ and house stark had a peaceful and productive meeting the clanking of the metal lift and grinds of metal chains that have been lowering you, jacaerys and cregan down to the wall pierce through the unsettling feeling but cregan pauses for a second the only sound being the whirls of the summer winter which in cregan's words is merely a light breeze compared to the winter that will soon grace the northerners the fire which sits in the hanging lantern just beside your head flickers ever so slightly the cold becoming a challenge for the heat to survive a silent testament to how cold it is

cregan's eyes shift lingering on you for a minute as you seemed to have stayed out of the little conversation his once balled up fist unclenching the warmth of his hand from the pressure he put on it soothing the icy feeling in his veins cregan pays no mind to your silence for now– as his gaze returns to jacaerys the lord decides to finally speak

“At least you both have the mercy to not threaten me with your dragons.” Cregan states his tone straightforward and blunt his firmness more so directed at jacaerys rather than you but they remain a stubble reminder of the fact starks priority is the ice wall as jacaerys’ lips turn into a thin line and he looks away in his own awkward silence the lift comes to a harsh halt making cregan turn and walk out the now opened door expecting that you and jacaerys will follow behind him as two northern men presumably men of the wall greet him, jacaerys and yourself formally