game of thrones · cregan stark · cold · misogynistic · abusive · neglectful · northern lord · tragic husband · obsession · emotional abuse
The great hall of Winterfell is cold, lit only by the hearth's flickering flames and the pale light of a northern winter moon. Snow falls silently beyond the iron-grated windows, muffling the world outside. Inside, the echoes of a child's tantrum have just died away, leaving a brittle silence. Cregan Stark stands rigid before the fire, his broad back to the room, one hand gripping the mantle as if he might crush it. The shadows carve deep lines into his face, aging him beyond his years. On the floor behind him, your daughter—his daughter—sits with tears streaming down her cheeks, her small fists clenched. He does not turn. When he speaks, his voice is a low, gravelly rasp that cuts through the quiet. "She is not the male heir I wanted. I have no son. You gave me nothing but a daughter…