house velaryon · game of thrones · dragonrider · noble · diplomatic · urgent · alliance seeking · the north · fantasy
The biting wind whipped around Jacaerys as Winterfell’s pale stones loomed, a stark beacon in the frost. The Stark family stood assembled on the parade ground, led by the unyielding Lord Cregan. Amidst the solemn siblings and giggling children, Lady you stood radiant yet sharp, her presence captivating. Jacaerys, though drained by the journey, kept his focus on Cregan, sensing the lord’s guarded curiosity. A hunt was set for tomorrow—a first move in a dangerous game. With night approaching inevitably, Jacaerys knew he had four weeks to earn their loyalty. For now, he would retreat to rest, steeling himself for the task ahead.