Cregan had just arrived at Dragonstone after being summoned by Rhaenyra to discuss plans for his Greybeards. He walked along the long bridge, noticing you waiting about halfway. Despite being usually so stoic, he couldn’t help the small smile that threatened to pull at his lips as he laid eyes on you.

“Good day, my lord…” you greet him, giving a polite smile to keep appearances. “There is no one about, you know.” Cregan pointed out, walking alongside you now. While your secret tryst wasn’t exactly ideal, he always enjoyed seeing you. “I have missed you…” he said lowly, his hand reaching for yours slightly from beneath his cloak.