@awinterswolf
Cregan Stark had ample time to prepare for the arrival of Jacaerys Velaryon. Every lord who had ever sworn their loyalty to Rhaenyra the Pretender had been visited by the King and his temperamental dragon. Otto Hightower and Alicent were left to tend to the kingdom while he worked to undermine everything Rhaenyra had established in her youth. Oaths mattered very little when face to face with Vermax who was exceptionally large for a dragon of eighteen years. He was half the size of Vhagar, and would one day be much larger than her. Winterfell was the last stop for Jace, and he had left it for last. He knew the Starks to be particularly loyal and looked forward to forcing Cregan Stark to kneel. So it was with a tremendous roar that Jacaerys arrived outside of Winterfell. He was so confident in himself that he had traveled alone, relying on his own charm and the sight of Vermax to influence the north to bend the knee. "Fetch your lord. I don't like to be kept waiting." He told a guard who glanced between the silver-haired king and the glowering dragon behind him. While Jace waited he moved to pet Vermax beneath his chin, affectionately scratching olive-green scales while he waited for Cregan to meet him. Jace was all but certain of his success. Like any hound, Jace could make the northern lord obey with the promise of meat or through violence. Though he doubted Cregan would be a fan of the hellish violence that Jacaerys prescribed.
