.INDOMITUS. | Jacaerys Velaryon x OC x Cregan Stark |

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Late Summer Snow

{Winterfell}

"No no no, what are you doing?" Cregan fought the urge to roll his eyes at his sister's dramatic flare. The people of Winterfell were preparing the castle and its surroundings for the arrival of the new Lady Stark, having received a raven from Queen Rhaenyra that the Princess was alive and well, and would be on her way at weeks end. "Stop it, the pattern is all wrong! Cregan tell them" Sara whined as she continued to berate the seamstresses. Cregan sighed and waved his hand, the ladies bowing their heads and leaving the two siblings alone in the room. "Why the rush, Sara? The Princess won't arrive till the moons end, we have time" the older rubbed his temples gently, his mind a raging storm of worries.

How would they feed a dragon? Where would said dragon sleep? What if the Princess was cruel to Brandon? His mind was spinning to the point he hadn't noticed Sara waiting for his response to whatever she had said. "Sorry?" He asked, taking a seat. Sara sighed and sat on the table beside him. "I said, time isn't the issue. We want her to like it here, don't we?" Sara repeated with a gentle smile. Cregan nodded slowly, gesturing for his sister to continue. "She's the heir to the Throne, Creg, she's used to a life of luxury. We might not be Velaryon rich but we can still make her comfortable" She explained, making Cregan sigh once more. Would the princess even want to stay there?

"Hey" Sara called out softly, pulling Cregan from his thoughts. Sara was always good at that, especially as of late. "Don't stress, okay? You don't need to be going grey already. Everything will be okay" She assured her older brother, the man nodding along with her words. "She's got five younger brothers, she'll be wonderful with Bran" as though he were summoned or a psychic, the door opened and in walked Brandon Stark himself. "Pa, when is the dragon coming?" The young boy asked, immediately crawling onto his father's lap. Sara laughed as Cregan sighed, holding his son close. "The Princess and her dragon will be by Moon's end, my boy" the Warden said gently. Bran smiled and started asking a bunch of questions that Cregan wasn't sure he had answers to. What color was the dragon? Was it big? What do dragons eat? Could he pet it?

As the days grew towards the arrival of Princess Rhaenys, Winterfell was ever busy preparing to host and to prepare for winter. As Warden of the North, Cregan Stark had many duties to oversee and he hoped his new Lady Wife would be able to assist with some of them.