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Volantis – Cregan's Chamber

The candlelight flickered gently against the stone walls, casting shadows that danced like specters of an old age. Cregan Stark, seated on a thick fur rug, absently ran his fingers through the sleek coat of Shadow, his massive black direwolf, who was sprawled on his back like an overgrown pup. The beast kicked lazily at the air, tongue lolling out, enjoying the rare moment of play.

Cregan smirked at the sight.

"A creature of death behaving like a child..." he muttered. "Only you, Shadow."

But the smile faded quickly.

His thoughts had been troubled of late—strange dreams, surreal visions that refused to leave him even in waking hours. Of blood and fire, of wolves howling beneath foreign moons, and of a great black wing that eclipsed the sun. Oddly most normal dream he had , the dreams of his wolf—Shadow prowling through wild forests, even running alongside snow-white wolves—were the most grounded of them all.

"I suppose I'm a warg," he murmured, barely a whisper. "Not that it's surprising."

He had always been close to animals—wolves especially. It was in his blood. His father had often said it, with both pride and concern: "You have more wolf blood than any Stark I've known, boy.Maybe Even more than Brandon Snow, the last King's king's bastard brother."

Brandon Snow, the man who refused to kneel. After him the infamous "wolf blood" rarely shows and even if does it occurs more as a double edged swords like to my Uncle Brandon Stark . Wolf blood feels like something is alive inside me . Blood that rebelled when the North chose submission. Wolf blood. A gift and a curse.

He could feel it in himself: that raw instinct, the ever-present pulse of fury beneath his calm surface. But unlike others, Cregan had learned to channel it—to focus it like a blade in battle. It made him unpredictable. It made him dangerous.

And it gave me purpose, he thought. To protect the pack. To help Robb rule—not as a burden, but as a brother. As the sword at his side. I bring trouble, aye, but what is life without a bit of chaos?

He smiled to himself at the thought of teaching Lyanna and Torrhen how to cause some mischief—the way he used to. Poor Robb will lose his mind. He chuckled.

Just then, the door creaked open, and Edwyle Snow entered the chamber. He paused at the sight of the black-furred beast lying upside down, content as a summer pup. Even after seeing it many timesEdwyle still wasn't entirely comfortable around the direwolf acting like a child.

"I'll never get used to a killer Direwolf acting like a child," Edwyle muttered.

Cregan grinned. "Shadow's just conserving energy for his next kill."

Edwyle cleared his throat and stepped forward. "We received word. Daario Naharis has been found. He's in Meereen, with the so-called Queen—Daenerys Targaryen. He's pledged his sword to her."

Cregan's smile faded.

"Smart bastard," he said finally. "That's one of the few places he could run to and be safe from our reach... at least for now."

"You want to go after him?" Ed asked, watching Cregan's expression closely. "It's more or less confirmed. She has three dragons, Cregan. Real ones. That could make this... very dangerous."

"Dragons, hmm..." Cregan leaned back, the firelight flickering in his eyes.

He spoke slowly, as though weighing each word. "Send word to Myra. Have her contact Jon. Tell him to prepare scorpions in bulk—enough for every Northern house. But hold distribution. Keep them in storage... until I see it with my own eyes. Also send some here also ."

Edwyle blinked. "You're taking it seriously, then."

"Too many strange things are stirring," Cregan said quietly. "And whether this Stormborn Queen is friend or foe... we need to know her strength. No action until I see those dragons myself."

"You mean to go to Meereen?"

"Aye," Cregan said, standing. Shadow rose beside him, ears perked. "We'll go to Meereen. We'll look her in the eye. And then we'll decide if she's a queen... or a threat."

Edwyle gave a low whistle. "We're not ready for dragons."

Cregan smiled coldly. "Then we will be."

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Meereen – Great Pyramid, Daenerys' Solar

The breeze wafted through the open windows, carrying with it the heat of Slaver's Bay and the scent of the sea beyond. Daenerys Targaryen, dressed in a flowing silver gown, stood near the balcony, gazing out at the city below. The sun bathed the pyramid in gold, but her mind was elsewhere—across the sea, beyond the Narrow Sea, and into the cold mists of the North.

Behind her, Ser Jorah Mormont waited patiently, his arms crossed behind his back.

"I keep hearing his name," Daenerys said quietly, still looking outward. "From Daario, from the Second Sons, from the merchants,Even from Dotharki.

Cregan Stark. I heard he is coming here and sent a letter to inform us ."

She turned to face Jorah. "Tell me what kind of man he is. You use to belong in same kingdom."

Jorah exhaled, then stepped forward.

"Cregan Stark…" he repeated slowly, as if tasting the name. "He's the younger twin brother of Robb Stark the hier , though not in any way lesser. In truth, many say he's the most dangerous Stark alive."

Daenerys tilted her head. "Dangerous how?"

"Not in the way your enemies are dangerous," Jorah said. "Not with ambition or treachery. No—Cregan's danger comes from his nature. He's a true son of the North. He believes in the Old Gods, the ancient ways, the strength of blood and bonds. He doesn't wear masks. He says what he means. Blunt is too soft a word for it, if I'm being honest."

Daenerys walked to the carved wooden table and poured herself a cup of chilled wine. "And what does he believe in?"

"Family," Jorah said without hesitation. "Specifically, his pack. Robb, Jon, the Starks. He sees Robb not just as a brother—but as his lord. I've seen men with that influence to overtake the hier but he is not the man to do that. People suggested him that and he was beyond angry."

Daenerys took a sip, eyes narrowing with interest. "Did they survive it?"

Jorah gave a dry laugh. "One didn't—at least not with his dignity. A young southern-born lord once mocked Robb's claim to leadership, suggesting that Cregan—with his wealth, his strength, and his influence—should be Lord of Winterfell instead. He didn't finish the sentence. Cregan broke his jaw with a tankard before the boy could blink."

She raised an eyebrow. "He hit him for mere words?"

"He did more than hit him. Left the boy bloodied on the floor and then calmly told everyone that the only reason he hadn't killed him was because his brother wouldn't want the mess."

"Fierce loyalty," Daenerys muttered.

"Unquestionable loyalty," Jorah corrected. "If Robb Stark told Cregan to walk into dragonfire for him, I believe Cregan would do it—and try to kill the flame on the way."

That drew a small smile from Daenerys.

"What else?" she asked, folding her arms. "What should I expect when he comes here?"

Jorah paused.

"He will not kneel," he said finally. "Not unless he has a reason that honors both his house and his gods.He can be polite if he wishes—but he rarely does. Don't expect flattery. Don't expect fealty."

Daenerys was silent, considering all she had heard.

"And what does he want?"

"Hard to say," Jorah admitted. "Perhaps to see whether you are a threat to his pack. Perhaps to protect his interests in Essos. Or perhaps…"—he looked at her meaningfully—"…because the world is changing again, and a wolf can always smell the storm before it comes."

She looked back out the window, thoughtful.

"A wolf from the far north… do you anything personal about him "Her voice was soft .

"No ,Your grace um... There was a thing about him though.He and animals have different stories in north . I don't know if it's true or not."

" What kind of stories" now a bit curious

"If word to be believed wolf roam around him and his keep freely . Animals like hounds , horses , wolves, eagles roam freely in his keep Frosthall . He has wolf as a pup since age of 5 that one is true ,I have seen it . New rumours are that every Stark child has a Direwolf and Cregan has also one. Daario said it was present in battle and Direwolf killed a dozens of sellswords."

Now more curious to Cregan . Daenerys waited for him to arrive.

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