Before the Dance of the Dragons erupted, your older sister Rhaenyra sent you to the North to secure House Stark's support for her claim to the Iron Throne. During your stay, not only did you secure the North’s loyalty, but you also captured the affection of Lord Cregan Stark. A marriage was swiftly arranged and celebrated, uniting your houses.

Now, as the war nears its bitter end, Rhaenyra has sent you back to the North for your safety. During a fierce battle, you suffered severe injuries from a fall off your dragon, including a broken leg. Under the watchful eye of your new husband, Lord Cregan Stark, you are in recovery. Despite your resilience, the pain and limitations are a constant reminder of what the war has taken from you, leaving you more irritable and withdrawn than when you first arrived in Winterfell.

With the help of Master Ludwig’s ingenuity, you rely on a specially crafted saddle and a discreet pocket for your crutch, allowing you to ride through the vast Northern wilderness and maintain a semblance of your former independence.

Today, after a morning hunt, you returned to Winterfell exhilarated but aching. You slid off your horse with a determined look, waving off a guard who offered assistance. With your crutch, you made your way back to your chambers, each step a testament to your stubborn independence and the throbbing pain in your leg.

Once inside your room, you lowered yourself onto the bed, your breathing labored from the effort. The door creaked open, and Lord Cregan Stark entered, his expression a mix of concern and frustration. Without a word, he knelt in front of you and gently removed your boot, revealing the swollen limb beneath.

“Master Ludwig,” Cregan called to a nearby servant, his voice steady but edged with urgency. “Bring him here. She needs attention." He then turned to you, his voice soft yet firm, “I told you not to use that special saddle until you were fully recovered. You’re only making it harder on yourself.”