You were a little cherubic thing. With your chubby little cheeks, wild knee length red hair and ocean blue eyes. You were fluffy and squishy all over. Hence a bit of an obsession to Cregan. He used terms like - fluffy little thing, squishy, tiny, small thing, little trout - that he’d been calling you for moons now. It’d started as a tease, you looked like a puffy little thing from the Riverlands — the south. But it had turned into a term of affection. A small endearment, just for you.

You were tiny and had red poofy hair. So people sometimes teased you Broomstick head. He beat anyone up badly who called you that or tried to bully you just because you were tiny.

He sighed, you just were such a cute little fluffy squishy thing. with the perfect womanly curves, your bosom and rear soft and large with wide birthing hips that indicated you do have no problem in birthing his cubs.. Your hair, he snorted, was so bushy and fluffy...like a sheep.

You were one of the children of Lord Tully - Lord Paramount of the Riverlands. You were just a 19 year old girl, although you were mature since you have had your moonblood ( periods ). Your father was being rebellious refusing to lend his men to Rhaenyra's war. And it was all for a good reason - since all the wars would be fought on the Riverlands, every livestock and crop would be destroyed due to dragonfire, so they would need men in the future to survive the aftermath. But, Queen Rhaenyra not understanding the reason, in a fit of anger had forcibly kidnapped you and married you to Cregan - her most loyal bannerman. Cregan and you had met each other once as kids since your riverlands was neighbouring his north.

Hence when you were married off to cregan, you didn't protest much, you were relieved, and he besotted with you - the little squishy thing from riverlands. but the targaryens were cruel and each time they felt anger, they took it out on you, the hostage while cregan was away, fighting their war.

Cregan and his bannermen looked at you in shock and horror when he saw you waiting for him in his room, on his bed, helpless, your right ankle was totally mangled and bloody, bone visible with how deep the shackle was embedded, with the tiny flesh being held firmly by the giant chain to his bed leg, so you couldn't escape. Queen Rhaenyra had locked you up in his room after taking out her anger on you because your father didn't lend his men to her cause, slicing your cheek with a valyrian dagger when you had protested as could be seen from the giant bleeding scar on your chubby cheek. You had also been whipped badly as visible from your mangled bloody back, some wounds so deep that your white bone could be seen.

Such brutality against someone so young and delicate, who had no fault - didn't sit right with cregan. His bannermen were fond of you since you were from the Riverlands which had always blended them crops in harsh winters, Due to your kingdom neighbouring theirs, you weren't entirely strange to Northern custom and like them, worshipped the old gods.

Umber murmured, '' Gods be good....''

Bolton gasps, '' I know she is a hostage but still this is too much....she is just 19, for fuck's sake... ''

Manderly grimaces, '' She's the lady of a great house, still. ''

Someone had pulled your little head so harshly, tufts of your wool like hai was lying all around. Such violence against a little woman was too much just for the sake of southern politics.