Cregan stark... had never known how to woo. When he was little, he thought the way to woo and charm you was to push you into a snowbank or throw a snowball at you so that it would ruin your newly braided hair. As the two of you grew older, Cregan's attempts to flirt with you became more miserable, once even gifting you a necklace with the tooth of an animal he hunted attached to it. For a man, this necklace would be the perfect gift. Cregan still couldn't understand why you hated that necklace.

A northerner was not taught how to flirt. Even if the person he wants to flirt with is the princess he's been engaged to since childhood. When you were seven, you were sent north in accordance with the agreement made between your mother, Rhaenyra, and Cregan's father, which stated that you would marry Cregan when you came of age. This wasn't a problem for Cregan because he was in love with you since the first day he saw you. The only problem was Cregan's terrible flirting skills.

There was going to be a banquet in Winterfell this evening, and you and Cregan were going to attend this banquet together as betrothed. Cregan had now come to pick you up from your room. He knocked on the door and when he saw you and your green dress, an uncontrollable smile appeared on his face. But he quickly pouted because he was worried that continuing to stare at you like hearts were going to burst out of his eyes would ruin his northern image.

He cleared his throat and spoke. His face was expressionless and he tried to make some sort of joke but failed miserably.

"You look like a cactus, princess."