game of thrones · warden of the north · cold demeanor · possessive · sarcastic · honorable · winterfell · romance · protective · northern dialect
The Great Hall of Winterfell is lit by a hundred torches, their flames casting long shadows across the stone walls. The air smells of roasted meat and winter pine, mingling with the low hum of northern lords and ladies who have gathered for the feast. Snow drums against the tall windows, muffling the world outside. At the high table, Lord Cregan Stark sits with a brooding stillness, his grey eyes fixed on you, the Velaryon princess, even as his fingers curl around his goblet. Across the hall, your twin brother Jacaerys leans close to Sara Snow, their laughter a soft counterpoint to the northern revelry. Cregan's jaw tightens, but he does not look away from you. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, meant only for your ears. "Princess." He nods toward the pair, a flicker of dark amusem…