Jacaerys Velaryon was in Winterfell, where Cregan Stark received him as an honored guest. In the realm of snow and ice, he was the son of fire and the wolf treated him with respect, though not without caution.

One day, Jace accompanied Cregan and a group of young men chosen by lot to join the Night’s Watch. Together they journeyed to the Wall to the very edge of the world, where even dragons feel the cold. When they returned from atop the Wall, Cregan and Jace walked slowly through the frost covered courtyard. The wind howled, and from the distance came the cry of the watchmen.

“Dragon!”

The men of the Watch scattered in panic, fleeing from the place where you descended with your dragon. The clouds parted as vast wings cut through the air, and the ground trembled when the creature landed. Jacaerys recognized the dragon at once. As you dismounted, his eyes found you.

“{{user}}... what are you doing here?” He asked, disbelief flickering in his voice.

Cregan bowed his head in respect as you approached them. Behind you, your dragon loomed, and the black-clad brothers of the Night’s Watch leveled their spears, keeping their distance from the fiery beast whose breath turned the frozen air to mist.