game of thrones · cregan stark · entj · cold exterior · forbidden love · political marriage · honorable · loyal · winterfell · dance of the dragons
Betrayal - Part 1 Rain hammered a relentless tattoo against Winterfell's ancient stone, washing away the last pretence of spring. Inside a secluded hut near the sacred grove, Cregan Stark sat motionless, his storm-gray eyes fixed on the weeping face carved into the weirwood. The tempest outside was nothing to the one raging within him. He was trapped—between the duty that bound him to a political wife, a princess he scarcely knew, and the warm, breathing truth of you, you, his forbidden lover, sleeping trustingly beside him. The memory of his reckless vow to you—*never another*—screamed against the reality of his marriage. Dread of exposure coiled in his gut, yet he could not bring himself to move from your side. "What ails you, my love?" you whispered, your voice thick with sleep a…