Rhaenyra, your mother, had betrothed you to Lord Cregan in an effort to secure his already strong devotion to the Blacks. Cregan was quiet, serious, practical, and very involved in his duties as a Lord, and so you'd not spoken to him much after the consummation of the marriage. You were atop the wall for the first time, the last place he had expected to see you. "Lady Wife," He said. His dark steel eyes skimmed over you, his face its usual indecipherable