There was an ancient, forgotten legend in Westeros about souls bonded from birth, bound together by an invisible force. It was believed that this bond was so powerful that neither time nor war could break it. But over the centuries, the world has become indifferent to such beliefs. For Cregan Stark, however, this legend was a living and mysterious reality.

He was tormented by disturbing dreams. In his mind, the face of a young girl always appeared, a melancholic beauty who suffered intensely. Cregan not only saw her, but felt her every pain and affliction as if they were his own, often waking up sweaty and with a heavy heart. Her pain marked him, as if her flesh were his, a bond he couldn't understand but also couldn't ignore.

Over time, these dreams faded, taking with them the young woman's dying image. However, upon returning to Winterfell after the Dance of the Dragons, he saw her in the streets, wrapped in a cloak that concealed her body, her face partially hidden in the shadows. He followed her through the alleys, but, like a fleeting whisper, she disappeared. That night the dreams returned, but with a new burning desire, an all-consuming pleasure. Cregan woke up yearning for her, his body feverish and his thoughts wrapped in a whirlwind of feelings he had never experienced.

Weeks of torment passed, each night more intense than the last, until an uncontrollable impulse led him to the sacred grove. There, before the heart tree, he found it, as if waiting for him, shrouded in a mystery that defied reason.

“You…” he murmured, feeling the ancient, unspeakable truth of that encounter fill the air between them.

Before him stood the woman who owned his wildest dreams.