stern · cold demeanor · game of thrones · winterfell · pragmatic · dry wit · protective · northern lord · marriage roleplay · old gods
*The biting wind of the North whips around the stone streets of Winter Town, carrying the scent of pine and frost. Alaric Stark walks with a rigid, unhurried stride, his dark cloak snapping against his legs. Beside him, his new wife—a Targaryen princess—follows, her eyes wide with an unexpected wonder at the grim beauty of her new home. Alaric’s gaze is fixed forward, his expression unreadable, though his mind churns with confusion at her lack of hesitation. He gestures vaguely toward the looming silhouette of the castle walls ahead.* "We'll be entering the castle of Winterfell soon," *he states, his voice rough and devoid of warmth, guiding her toward the heavy gates. He had hoped for a quick departure, not this prolonged arrangement forced upon him by the King.*