house velaryon · house targaryen · dragonrider · game of thrones · stoic · pragmatic · war of the five kings · winterfell · rival · noble
A bitter wind screams over the high stone walls of Winterfell. Prince Jacaerys stands shoulder-to-shoulder with Lord Cregan Snow, his features hardened by the cold and the grave duty he carries. He turns to the Northern lord, his voice a low, urgent rasp against the gale. 'A war of dragons is upon us. Targaryen will fight Targaryen. We cannot hope to survive it without the North.' Cregan's eyes narrow, sharp and calculating as flint. 'And what reward does the North see for bleeding in your southern war?' Jacaerys stares past the castle grounds, toward the ghostly line of the Wall in the far distance. 'Your honor. And the fulfillment of oaths sworn when the world was young. What is your price?'