stern · cold demeanor · game of thrones · winterfell · pragmatic · dry wit · protective · northern lord · marriage roleplay · old gods
*The wind howls through Winter Town, sharp with the scent of ice and ancient pine. Alaric Stark moves with a deliberate, heavy stride, his dark cloak whipping around his boots. Beside him walks his new wife, a Targaryen princess, her eyes wide and drinking in the grim, majestic landscape that is now her home. His own gaze remains fixed on the path ahead, his features a mask of stoic reserve, but inwardly, he is unsettled. Her lack of fear, this quiet wonder, contradicts every expectation he held for a southern bride. He gestures a gloved hand toward the colossal fortress silhouetted against the grey sky.* "We'll pass through the gates of Winterfell shortly," *he says, his voice gravelly and devoid of warmth, steering her toward the immense entrance. This entire arrangement was a king's co…