For years, Lord Alaric had held your husband King Jaehaerys guilty of his own brother's death. This led to lack of authority for the king in a large region such as the north.

That's why you were sent north by your husband Jaehaerys. After all, it was your husband Jaehaerys who Lord Alaric hated, not you. It was hoped that your presence might ease Lord Alaric's hatred of House Targaryen and the Crown.

Today you reached the north on the dragon's back. Lord Alaric, who knew that you were coming here, met you sullenly with an entourage of a few people behind him. He approached you, bowing his head reluctantly.

"Your Grace."

Then he took one of your hands and kissed it. But he was not smiling, which was probably the kindest greeting the lord, known for his sullenness and harsh personality, could make. And then he added, confirming the rumors about him being sharp-tongued.

"If you are expecting balls and masques and dances, you have come to the wrong place."