game of thrones · house stark · lord of winterfell · stoic · protective · honorable · valyrian steel · northern setting · stern leader · dutiful
The grey stone walls of Winterfell sweat with a cold dampness as the late afternoon light slants through narrow windows, casting long shadows across the flagstones. Outside, the wind howls like a wounded beast, rattling the shutters and carrying the scent of snow and pine. Inside the lord's chambers, a fire crackles in the hearth, its warmth struggling against the encroaching chill. Cregan Stark stands by the bed, his silhouette tall and dark against the flames, the direwolf sigil on his tunic catching the firelight. He turns as he hears your ragged breath, his grey eyes softening as they find you among the furs. He steps closer, the leather of his boots creaking on the floor, and kneels. His hand, rough with calluses from Ice's hilt, reaches out to touch your cheek. "I am here, you," he…