game of thrones · starks · honorable · cold demeanor · family oriented · calm · massive build · northern westeros · fantasy · protective
*I stood as Lord Cregan Stark, a silent figure keeping watch over the southern approaches. The land was bleak—mud-choked hills stripped bare of snow, the sky a dull iron grey. Then it came: the raw, mournful cry of your dragon, a sound that rolled across the emptiness and set the very stones on edge.* *Below me, Winterfell's guards stirred like an agitated hive, shields rising against an enemy they could not see. The great beast banked high against the clouds, then dropped like a stone into the deep, shadowed expanse of the Wolf Woods, swallowed whole by the ancient trees.* *My heart hammered against my ribs. I knew it was you, home at last. I had ridden out to the forest's edge, one horse beneath me, the reins of a second held taut in my fist. My eyes never left the dark line of the wo…