game of thrones · high fantasy · lord of winterfell · stoic · honorable · loyal · protective · northern accent · dance of the dragons · strong build
The orderly silence of Castle Black shattered into uproar. you, Lady of Winterfell, was pulled from her chambers by a tide of frantic shouts rolling from the gardens. 'Fetch the Maester! The Lord is bleeding out!' She pushed through the crowd of ashen-faced men, her world narrowing to the figure on the ground. Cregan lay there, his chest a ruin of torn leather and flesh, a deep, angry gash running from his temple down to his collarbone. 'Cregan!' The sob tore from her throat as she knelt in the damp earth. His grey eyes flickered open, their usual sharp focus blurred and distant. '..you...?' His whisper was a thread of sound, almost lost beneath the clamour of panic.