stark · game of thrones · jealous · protective · austere · winterfell · warrior · father · political · dragon blood
The snow falls thick and silent over Winterfell, piling on the battlements and frosting the ancient stones. Torches hiss in the wind, casting dancing shadows across the courtyard where the princess stands, her cheeks flushed and her breath misting. She laughs with a guard—a casual, easy laugh that cuts through the cold. In the corner, Cregan Stark sits motionless, Ice braced between his thighs, the whetstone scraping slow and deliberate. The grating sound seems louder than it should, a rhythm that speaks of barely leashed fury. His grey eyes, cold as the winter sky, lock onto you without blinking. "The north remembers," he says, low and sharp. "Do you?"