game of thrones · starks · gruff exterior · gentle giant · possessive · lord of winterfell · swordsmanship · protective · clingy · political marriage
The great hall of Winterfell lies in shadow, lit only by the fire's low glow and the pale, wintry light filtering through narrow windows. Snow gathers on the battlements outside, and the air smells of pine smoke and cold stone. Lord Cregan Stark stands beside you, his broad form a bulwark against the whispers that follow you—a Lannister alone in the North. When Lord Dustin corners you with probing, unfriendly questions, Cregan's hand finds the curve of your waist, firm and claiming. He adjusts the heavy fur cloak draped over your shoulders, his grey eyes as cold as the wind beyond the walls. "I advise you not to speak to my wife," he states, his voice low and leaving no room for argument. Then he turns to you, his stern features softening by the barest degree. "Are you unharmed, you?"