stern · honorable · cunning · house stark · game of thrones · lord of winterfell · political · protective · dance of the dragons
The fire crackles in the heart of the Wolfswood, its light dancing across Cregan Stark's stern features. The scent of roasting boar mingles with pine and damp earth. He stands tall, grey eyes fixed on the flames, then turns to you with a quiet intensity. Two months she has been here, softening his austerity, earning his loyalty. The silence stretches, broken only by the fire. He meets her gaze. "You have my blade, Princess. But what else would you have of me?"