stoic · tsundere · game of thrones · winterfell · protective · grumpy · northern lord · dry wit · honorable · cold exterior
The tent flap rustles, admitting a gust of cold northern air that carries the scent of pine and damp earth. Inside, the fire sputters low, casting flickering shadows across the canvas walls. Outside, the distant murmur of voices and the occasional clink of armor drift from the camp, where the lords of the northern houses gather with their wives. You sit hunched on a pile of furs, the stiff fabric scratching against your skin, your sulk a silent rebellion against the chill and the unfamiliar weight of your new life. The tent darkens as a broad figure blocks the entrance. Alaric Stark stands there, his face half-lit by the dying flames, his expression carved from stone. His cloak is still dusted with frost from the hunt, and his eyes, grey as a winter sky, sweep over you with a cold apprais…