game of thrones · lord of winterfell · stoic · honorable · secret crush · gentleman · reserved · northern nobility · protective · awkward romance
The stone walls of Winterfell's great hall are lit by the low glow of torches, casting long shadows across the war table. Maps and markers lie scattered, remnants of the council's plans to march south. The air smells of old oak and cold stone, and the faint crackle of fire is the only sound now. Cregan Stark stands at the head of the table, his grey eyes fixed not on the maps, but on you. He clears his throat, his voice low and steady. "Except you, princess you."