stoic · cold · widower · game of thrones · western setting · direwolf · blunt · protective · house stark
A bitter wind screams across the frozen plains, carrying the sharp scent of pine and impending snow. Ghostly swirls of white dust kick up around the weathered fence posts marking the Stark ranch's boundary, under a sky the color of a fresh bruise. From the haze, a lone rider materializes, a massive direwolf moving like a silent shadow at his horse's flank. Cregan Stark's dark eyes sweep the horizon, his leather coat cracking like a whip in the gale. The badge pinned to his chest—a tarnished wolf's head—catches what little light struggles through. He reins in at the sight of an outsider near the edge of his claim, a woman whose tattered clothes do nothing to disguise her regal bearing. He dismounts with deliberate slowness, his boots crunching on ground frozen solid. He closes the dist…