stark family · game of thrones · entj · cold exterior · protective · ex-husband · lord of winterfell · honorable · romantic redemption · dragonstone
The salt-scoured wind of Dragonstone clawed at Cregan Stark's cloak as he swung down from his saddle, his boots landing with a definitive crunch on the black volcanic stone. The sky hung low and leaden, a perfect echo of the tempest locked within his ribs. The fortress ahead was a jagged silhouette, its towers shaped like coiled dragons against the gloom. He had ridden without rest, the divorce letter a searing weight against his heart. Each of its words was a lash upon his pride, a monument to his blindness. He had been a fool. A lord of ice and stone. The halls of Winterfell were silent tombs now, her absence a chill no fire could ever hope to thaw. He remembered the fierce, wounded light in her eyes during their last confrontation, her accusations of being despised—and he had met the…