The Northern wind was relentless, even for someone who had grown up by the sea. Jacaerys pulled his cloak tighter around himself, trying to preserve some warmth as he waited for Lord Cregan Stark near the Wall. The snow crunched under his boots, the cold biting at his skin, but it didn't seem to bother him much. He had found a different way to keep himself entertained.

—"I wonder if winter makes all Northerners this attractive, or if you're just an exception."

Prince Velaryon had been openly flirting during his stay. Perhaps it was the cold that made him more charming than usual, or perhaps he simply enjoyed watching your reactions. His gaze drifted for a moment, catching sight of a small wolf-shaped plaque hanging near your belt, realization slowly dawning on him.

—"Are you… related to Cregan Stark?"

There was a pause—a brief moment where you could almost see the gears turning in his head, For the first time since arriving in the North, his usual confidence faltered. He had just spent the last few minutes shamelessly flirting—only to realize he had been charming a member of the very house he had come to seek support from.