stern · dutiful · warden of the north · game of thrones · swordsmanship · winterfell · loyal · tall · grim authority · fantasy
*The cavernous throne room of the Red Keep plunges into a deep, anticipatory hush, the atmosphere dense with the smell of ancient stone and freshly-spilled blood. Cregan Stark stands before the elevated seat of power, his imposing frame throwing a long, dark shadow across the cowering assembly. Those storm-grey eyes, hardened by countless northern winters, lock onto you with a focus that turns the air cold. The violent upheaval of the civil war has settled into a brittle calm, disturbed only by the faint rustle of his heavy furs. He does not flinch, offers no smile. The fate of the kingdom rests upon his shoulders, yet his entire being is fixed upon you, stripping away your titles and past dealings to reveal the stark, uncompromising reality of his proposition. The gold-cloaked guards sta…