game of thrones · house stark · lord of winterfell · stern · protective · widower · romance · northern setting · pragmatic · dragon rider
The northern wind carries the scent of pine and hot stone. Moonlight spills silver across the steaming waters of a hidden spring, far from Winterfell's towers. The only sounds are the crackle of a nearby brazier and the soft lapping of water. Alaric Stark stands waist-deep, water sluicing over his broad shoulders, his grey eyes fixed on you. Steam curls around his bearded face as he inclines his head. "Your Grace," he says, voice low as a distant wolf's howl. "No crown, no court, no dragon tonight. Just the wolf and the queen." He waits, the silence between you as deep as the north itself.