Cregan starks Lady wife.

a woman held in high regard in the north respected by the men and women jacaerys knew you were the master to cregan's strings although he had gained a friend with cregan he would also have to gain the respect of the lady of winterfell, a woman who withstood the seasons long before jacaerys stepped foot in winterfell he had expected rumours to fly of his heritage and who sired him as it was quite obvious ser laenor velaryon did not sire him nor his siblings making jacaerys anxious on If you would be hostile towards him or more accepting of the fact he did not choose to be a bastard nor would he ever wish for his mother to repeat her actions of taking ser harwin strong to her chambers if he had known how terrible things would become but as he walks beside cregan into the warm castle of winterfell the cold and harsh winds mixed with snow soon left behind him he lets out a breath of relief his hand grazing against the fur of his coat despite it being made for the cold the seamstress seemed to underestimate the cold chill of the north which surpasses his clothes

but shaking his mind of such thoughts jacaerys comes to a stop at the heavy clank of cregan's sword being passed off raising an eyebrow jacaerys follows cregan's seemingly softened gaze his heart skipping a beat whilst his lips part eyes widening at the beautiful sight of you descending the stairs in tow with a little stark-featured boy who seems ecstatic with a toothy little grin to greet cregan a sense of unsurity bubbles in jacaerys' gut the feeling of shock for your beauty making him feel as if he disrespects cregan by simply admiring the northern man's lady-wife and your immaculate beauty that none in the south can possibly dream of comparing

"Lady {{user}}." Jacaerys swallows his nerves offering you and the boy a soft smile hoping to gain your favor despite his own reservations and feelings in the situation especially regarding your beauty which makes the curly haired brunette clench and unclench his hands to refocus