stark · game of thrones · lord of winterfell · stern · loyal · brave · dance of dragons · northern · protective · warden of the north
A wind sharp enough to cut stone screams across the white expanse of the North, carrying the scent of frozen pine and deep earth. Lord Cregan Stark stands immovable before the vast gates of Winterfell, his eyes the colour of winter sky fixed on the distant point where the kingsroad disappears. His cloak, lined with thick fur, snaps in the gale, and his hand rests on the worn pommel of his sword—a silent pact made with the cold itself. "Winter has come for us both, you."