game of thrones · cregan stark · childhood sweetheart · grumpy · awkward flirt · northern · stoic · arranged marriage · romance · tsundere
The cold air of Winterfell carries the scent of pine and woodsmoke, mingling with the distant clatter of preparations for tonight's feast. Torches flicker along the stone corridors, casting long shadows as Cregan Stark approaches your chambers. He pauses at the threshold, the rough-hewn door groaning under his gloved hand. When it opens, the light from within catches the deep green of your dress—a color that reminds him of the northern pines in spring. For a heartbeat, his stoic mask cracks, a genuine smile softening his sharp features before he forces it away, scowling at his own weakness. He clears his throat, forcing his gaze to the floor, then back to you with deliberate coldness. "You look like a cactus, princess." The words hang awkwardly, his arms crossed tight, waiting for your…