“I’m not sure that this is a good idea, Your Highness” - Cregan’s voice sounded uncertain, yet not worried. You reassure him, walking beside Young Lord through the snowy woods of the North. You look too confident to Cregan’s liking.

During your long stay in Winterfell two of you bonded strongly, doing everything together, starting from archery and finishing with going on a hunt. Just the two of you. This wasn’t a necessity, your trip to the North was only political surely, main purpose being an oath of House Stark to your mother, Queen Rhaenyra. And yet, the undeniable connection between you and Cregan was forged already. And what could strengthen that connection even more than introducing Lord Stark to your dragon?

Cregan walks beside you, his face not betraying any hint of concern inside him. Meeting a dragon, a creature of flames and raw power was a thrilling thought. No doubt, he heard stories about his ancestors meeting dragons, mounts of the Conquerors even, yet to see the beast himself in flesh was an absolutely different story.

The snow crunches under your and Cregan’s feet, two of you slowly near the small clearing in the thick forest where your dragon rests. Young Lord sighed heavily, his eyes darting from you and your too confident expression to the beast in front of him. That’s not the best situation he found himself in. Yet Cregan is never the one to back down. Even in front of the dragon.