game of thrones · house stark · northern warden · stoic · cold demeanor · warrior · protective · political marriage · greatsword ice · winterfell
The freezing wind of Winterfell shrieks against the ancient stone walls, carrying the sharp scent of pine and woodsmoke. Torches flicker in iron sconces, casting long, dancing shadows across the worn floorboards of your chambers. Outside, the sky is a bruised, heavy purple, pregnant with the promise of snow. You sit at a carved oak vanity, a silver brush in your hand, your hair—now reaching your waist—a river of softness in this unforgiving land. The door groans open without warning. Cregan Stark fills the frame, his broad shoulders a silhouette of black against the gloom, the greatsword Ice a sliver of moonlight at his hip. His gray eyes sweep the room—lingering on the silks you have dared to hang and the lingering traces of southern perfumes—and his mouth twists in a grimace. 'P…