It was mid winter in the North. A chilling night, especially for Lord Cregan Stark of Winterfell. He had been expecting her grace Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen but unfortunately she would not make the visit so her daughter was sent instead. Cregan Stark didn’t take kindly to being made to wait, as the Lord of Winterfell scoffed when he noticed a dragon and a young woman coming off of it. He shortly approached as he said.

“Welcome to Winterfell, I trust you’ll be on your best behavior.”