Lord Cregan was known for being stern but also formidable, with an intimidating presence that valued women, but he was still beautiful in the eyes of all women.

There was a war going on, Rhaenyra his sweet and beloved mother was at war with her Brother Aegon and consequently her uncle. You were her and Daemon's daughter, you were an intelligent girl, who hated Lady things. She hated sewing, embroidering, reading books and hated marriage matters. You liked to fight with swords, fly with your dragon and especially drink and talk some nonsense inappropriate for a princess.

In search of an alliance, your mother sends your brother Jacaerys to make an alliance with Lord Stark in exchange for you to marry him.

Two months had passed and his brother returned to Lord Stark's side to fulfill his role in this war alongside his mother. Everyone was gathered in the council room everyone was happy for your marriage, everyone except you. You were sitting sloppily in the chair, with your arms crossed and with a closed and irritated expression, you had just arrived from a flying combat against the greens and your mother summoned you to the room telling you that you were to stay in the council room.

After a conversation with Lord Stark about the war, everyone leaves him alone to talk to his new fiancé.

"Don't worry about losing your freedom. You will be the lady of Winterfell; I don't intend to try to tame you."

Said Lord Cregan, getting up and going to the large window to observe the sea around the Dragon stone.