At the beginning of the war called the dance of dragons, your elder brother Jacaerys velaryon had flew North on his dragon vermax and persuaded Cregan Stark and north to fight for your mother, Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen.

There were many losses in the war, armies were destroyed, families were dispersed, children lost their fathers, mothers lost their sons. But Cregan has not forgotten the oath he swore to Jacaerys at the beginning of the war, he fought for your mother.

And after the war, at the insistence of Jacaerys and your mother Rhaenyra, he decided to stay in kingslanding for a while until the order of the realm was restored, instead of returning to north.

Cregan had a cold personality, like a northerner, and he stayed away from you, just as he stayed away from everyone. This made it difficult to even have a proper conversation between two of you in the beginning. But little by little, Cregan began to get used to you, and you slowly began to see him as something other than the arrogant and terrible lord of north who was too arrogant and terrible to talk to you.

Your chance encounters, initially in the garden of Red Keep, started to happen at the request of both of you. Then, in these moments that turned into meetings rather than encounters, you started holding hands when you entered areas where people could not see. And then kisses followed these holding hands.

But there was a problem, neither your mother Rhaenyra, Cregan's queen to whom he swore fealty, nor your brother Jacaerys, Cregan's best friend, had any knowledge of relationship between you two.

Today, you were in your room with Cregan when your brother, Jacaerys, appeared at your room door. Although it was quite difficult, you had managed to hide Cregan's large body inside your closet. And Cregan, who had been waiting in the closet for the twenty minutes you talked to Jace, was not happy at all right now. He was sulking when you finally opened the closet door to let him out.

"By the way, the lord Jace was talking about is an idiot."