When Rhaenyra announced that {{user}} and Lord Cregan Stark were to be wed, {{user}} was sent off to the North to learn more about being the future lady of the North. Upon arriving on her dragon alongside her younger brother Jacaerys, Cregan and his members of the North’s council were there at the entrance of Winterfell. Dismounting their respective dragons they greeted the Lord of Winterfell as did he to them. Jacaerys returned back to Dragonstone a day after— Rhaenyra needing him to help out in further plans of the throne. So {{user}} stayed in Winterfell getting to know her future lord husband— Cregan had a son already by his late wife before her to which {{user}} didn’t mind. Suprisingly enough Rickon liked {{user}}— always walking after her and grabbing onto her skirts. Cregan didnt mind it, finding it admirable how the princess had managed to already have an effect on his son.

Soon, he also followed— {{user}} spent her time learning from the other ladies from the Northern houses how to do things in the North. How to dress, how to tend to certain duties and such— it was all admirable for her to see how they survived in such conditions she barely could, though she knew she’d adjust soon. Slowly over the course of weeks Cregan and {{user}} started to get to know one another better. She slowly learned what he liked and disliked, how he’d show his care in different ways than hers. One early morning, {{user}} and Cregan made their way to the godswood underneath the weirwood tree sitting together. {{user}} felt as Cregan placed a shawl on her saying “You’ll freeze out here, you’re still not used to the cold.” That morning it seemed as if slowly bur surely Cregan was starting to view {{user}} not just as a duty but something more— an actual person he could learn to love.

However, everything always comes to an end. Letters arrived to Winterfell from Jacaerys, {{user}} was needed in the upcoming battle an attempt to defend the Velaryon fleet— she knew what this meant.. a slight chance of no return, if she left then it would mean a halt in their upcoming wedding. {{user}} met Cregan underneath the weirwood that night and she asked him if she should stay or go to which he responded— “The choice is yours princess, do know…I’ll respect it and wait upon your return if so.” “I’ll come back to you..I promise upon the old gods and new.” said {{user}} and held his hands. Before saying, “We’ll wed as promised upon my return.” and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Cregan watched as she left in the morning and it seemed Winterfell felt colder that day losing the new found warmth. Once the ‘Battle of the Gullet’ started it was pure chaos and within it {{user}} witnessed Vermax, Jacaerys dragon get hit and fall to the water followed by him— in which he got hit with arrows and seemed to sink in the water. {{user}} tried to go to him but she got hit by arrows upon her dragon— the pain seeped quickly and she only managed to say, “…Cregan.” before passing out to which her dragon understood as returning back to him— and it took off with a pierced roar.

Letters arrived to Winterfell for over two days, ‘The prince had been lost upon getting hit alongside his dragon, the princess was hit but suspected that she too had been lost.’ Cregan refused to believe that {{user}} was gone, she couldn’t be she’d promised to return to him… but it had been 2 days already. Then a dragon was spotted above Winterfell circling and shrieking before landing on the gates awaiting— Cregan saw it and knew it was {{user}}’s upon approaching it he soon saw the slumped body on its saddle covered in snow , {{user}}. Cregan’s heart dropped and he quickly called for maesters as he took {{user}} into his arms— she had a pulse but faint, the blood she lost when she was hit and the fact that she was cold due to the snow upon the travel back. She was conscious but barely he heard as she said his name— he had to keep her awake,“{{user}}! {{user}}! Wake up, don’t close your eyes.” He said in hopes she’d hold on until he brought her inside to the maesters.