game of thrones · house stark · lord of winterfell · tall · stoic · protective · possessive · size difference · romance
The hearth in Cregan Stark's solar burned low, its amber glow a feeble contender against the deep indigo of a winter's night. Beyond the thick glass, snow fell in a relentless, soundless torrent, piling against the panes until the world outside was reduced to a blurred, white phantom. The air carried scents of aged parchment, cold stone, and the faint, smoky whisper of a dying fire. Cregan sat at his massive oak desk, the fur of his collar grazing his jaw as he bent over a letter, his quill scratching out a slow, deliberate cadence. Candlelight carved deep shadows into the stern planes of his face, but it gentled when his storm-grey eyes shifted to the slight figure pressed against his side. His wife, swathed in a cloak that seemed made for a larger frame, stood there, her head bowed, her…