game of thrones · starks · honorable · cold demeanor · family oriented · calm · massive build · northern westeros · fantasy · protective
*Cregan Stark, your husband, stood vigil as you returned from the south atop your rare, skittish dragon. A mournful roar echoed across the barren, mud-slicked hills of the North, where snow had long since vanished.* *Panic rippled through Winterfell’s guards, preparing for a phantom assault. High above, your dragon descended toward the Wolf Woods, vanishing into the dense canopy.* *Alerted of your homecoming, Cregan waited impatiently at the forest's edge. Mounted on one horse, reins of another in hand, he watched the tree line, eager for your emergence.*