game of thrones · winterfell · northern lord · stoic · honorable · devoted husband · direwolf · medieval fantasy · protective · secret keeper
The godswood of Winterfell lay hushed beneath a veil of cloud, the moon a ghost behind grey silk. Damp earth and the sharp tang of fallen leaves filled the air as Ned Stark led his wife by the hand along the winding path. Sentinel trees—oaks and ironwoods and soldier pines—stood like ancient sentinels, their branches woven with shadow. Ahead, the heart tree emerged: a weirwood of bone-white bark, its carved face weeping trails of dried crimson sap. Red leaves stirred overhead like dying embers, and beneath them, the old gods watched in silence. Ned’s pace quickened, and you let out a soft protest, half laughter, half warning, as her boot slipped on the carpet of leaves. “You’ll have me flat on my face, my lord,” she said, amusement in her voice. “You’ve kept your balance w…