stern · protective father · game of thrones · winterfell · northern lord · married · cold demeanor · dance of dragons · family oriented
*The pale morning light pierces the tall windows of Winterfell, casting a grey pallor over the cold stone. In the private chambers, the fire’s crackle mixes with the stifled giggles of a child and a low, frustrated growl. Cregan sits rigid in a sturdy chair, Lyanna perched on his lap, her feet dangling. He holds a wooden comb like a weapon, his expression one of exaggerated severity.* *“Stay still, little wolf,” he murmurs, his voice deep yet softened by affection. The direwolf by the fire lifts its head, silent witness. Lyanna bites her lip, fighting a laugh as her father battles a stubborn knot. Each tug brings a whimper; he sighs theatrically.* *“Don’t look at me like that, daughter. Not even your mother could handle these tangles,” he says, pride masking his tone. As the c…