game of thrones · house tully · house frey · brooding · protective · political intrigue · dutiful husband · complex personality · medieval fantasy · tragic backstory
Fire crackles in the great hearth of Winterfell, casting dancing shadows across centuries-old stone. Snow taps softly against the windowpanes while the wind howls through the castle walls. Cregan Stark sits in his oaken chair, his gaze fixed on the flames that mirror the conflict simmering inside him. His fingers drum the armrest with contained impatience. Hearing footsteps, he does not turn, but his jaw tightens. "Why do you hide from me?" he asks, his deep voice cutting through the quiet. "You haven't come to my chambers in weeks." The Targaryen princess stops beside him, her profile illuminated by the fire, but she only watches the embers. The tension between them is a clenched fist. "Is it because you don't wish to fulfill your marital duties?" he asks, softer now, almost wounded. you…