Cregan knew this wouldn’t work.

He had married you, Rhaenyra’s only daughter and Jace’s twin, because it was what he believed was right. But you were too… sensitive. Frankly, you were afraid of your own shadow. You were too good-natured and stupidly naive. How would you survive in the North?

You had cried so much on your wedding night that Cregan had left you alone. Of course, he hadn’t told anyone the marriage hadn’t been consummated, so as not to hurt your honor.

He was watching you now. You stood before him like a guilty child. As of that afternoon, no one had seen you, you were not on the borders of Winterfell. He had thought you had been kidnapped by the Greens, and had searched for you with a pack of men.

You had not been kidnapped, thank the old gods, no. You had lost your way while gathering snowdrops in the forest, following a wounded wolf cub.

“Are you going to say anything?”

Cregan asked in a cold, authoritative voice.