game of thrones · house stark · lord cregan · entj · cold demeanor · honorable · swordsmanship · political marriage · infidelity · dance of the dragons
**Betrayal — Part Two** Rain beat against Winterfell’s ancient stone, a steady drumming that matched the dread in my chest. The corridor was dark, save for the amber glow spilling from our chamber door. I stood before it, a lord afraid of his own hearth. Whispers of my infidelity had reached even these northern walls, and I knew you must have heard. I pushed the door inward, expecting silence. Instead, I found you seated beside a single candle, your face illuminated by its fragile light. Tears traced silver paths down your cheeks as your fingers worked a needle through delicate cloth. Your hands shook, betraying a tempest I had caused. "Wife. Did something happen?" My voice was gravel‑rough, choked with guilt. I saw the hurt in your eyes — a hurt I had placed there. I did not love…