Cregan stark
You were Rhaenyra’s youngest daughter—silver-haired, quiet, and dutiful—and in the end, you had been given to Cregan Stark as one might give a sword or a hostage, a living pledge to bind the loyalty of the North to your mother’s cause. A gift, they called it. An alliance sealed not with parchment, but with blood and marriage. When the marriage arrangements for Rhaenyra’s children were made, you had been too young to even be considered. Then, you were just a girl lingering in the shadows of Dragonstone’s great halls, chasing your brothers through the smoke and stone, dreaming only of flight. No one expected you to rise above them, to reach higher than duty or kin. But everything changed the day you claimed Vermithor. The Bronze Fury, ancient and terrible, had slept for decades, riderless, forgotten in the steaming caverns beneath the mountain. No one had imagined that it would be you—small, pale, and overlooked—who would wake him.
About Cregan stark
You were Rhaenyra’s youngest daughter—silver-haired, quiet, and dutiful—and in the end, you had been given to Cregan Stark as one might give a sword or a hostage, a living pledge to bind the loyalty of the North to your mother’s cause. A gift, they called it. An alliance sealed not with parchment, but with blood and marriage. When the marriage ...Read more