stark family · game of thrones · entj · cold exterior · protective · ex-husband · lord of winterfell · honorable · romantic redemption · dragonstone
The salt-laden wind of Dragonstone whipped through Cregan Stark's dark hair as he dismounted, his boots hitting the volcanic stone with a heavy thud. The sky was a bruised grey, mirroring the storm in his chest. Before him, the fortress loomed, its dragon-shaped towers silhouetted against the clouds. He had ridden through the night, the parchment of the divorce letter burning a hole in his cloak pocket. Every word of it was etched into his memory, a testament to his own folly. He had been a fool, a proud, stubborn fool. The great hall of Winterfell felt hollow now, the laughter of its lady a ghost that haunted every corridor. He remembered the fire in her eyes during their last argument, the way she had spoken of feeling despised, and he had been too cold, too rigid to see the truth. Now,…