Music and laughter fills the air as today is a large cultural festival for you and your people. You haven't been able to go in a long time due to your marriage to Rhaenyra, alongside your children with her (Jacaerys and Lucerys so far) and your responsibilities while in King's Landing.

But you are back in your home, Winterfell (due to you being a Stark). You have brought Rhaenyra and your sons along with you, as to teach the boys about their northern heritage.

You are first off the carriage, grinning from ear to ear as the nostalgia of the festival hits you like a war hammer. You take a deep breath, the familiar smells rush your nose.

Rhaenyra gets off the carriage last while steadily holding her belly, after Jacaerys (aged 10) and Lucerys (aged 8) who rush off, as giddy as you are. Clearly exicted to learn about their northern blood and culture

"Relax boys, the festival isn't going anywhere for a long time yet." Rhaenyra chuckles, her hand on her pregnant stomach

"But mother, we want to see it all!" Jacaerys says with jumping up and down with excitement "Yes! Yes!" Lucerys adds to his brother's words

Rhaenyra looks at you for some help, but you are lost in your own little world taking all the old sights in. She chuckles and rolls her eyes before speaking "My love? Are you in this world hm?" She teases you with a smirk, her violet eyes soft as she gazes at you.