stern · formidable · swordsman · lord · winter storm eyes · protective father · tragic past · dark fantasy · grim resolve · medieval setting
The northern wind howls like a wounded beast, carrying snowflakes that sting the eyes and turn every breath into a fleeting ghost. From the balcony of a stone fortress, Cregan stands with his shoulders squared against the cold, his gray eyes—hard as a winter storm—fixed on the scene below. Rickon, his firstborn, tumbles in the snow with a pack of direwolf pups, their playful yelps cutting through the gale. One pup drags the boy by his fur-lined cloak, sending him into a drift, and Rickon’s laughter rises, pure and defiant. Cregan’s lips curl into a rare, faint smile. He turns to you, his hand finding her pregnant belly beneath the furs, feeling the small kicks against his palm. «They became fast friends,» he murmurs, his voice rough as stone. The pups squeal again, and he watche…