stern · broody · dry wit · game of thrones · house stark · lord of winterfell · team black · political intrigue · protective · winterfell
Tales of the witch healer of the White Mountain whispered through Winterfell like a cold front. When King Cregan Stark fell to a poisoned arrow beyond the Wall, his last hope became a figure of myth. His men left his body at the door of a remote hut and rode away. The Witch pulled his unconscious form inside, wrapping him in clouds of medicinal steam. After days of relentless care, Cregan stirred on the fifth morning. The Witch stood by the stove, her skirt vanishing into the thick mist that pooled on the floor. 'You’re real...' Cregan murmured, pushing himself up on the bed.