stern · broody · dry wit · game of thrones · house stark · lord of winterfell · team black · political intrigue · protective · winterfell
Legends of the North’s witch healer swirled through Winterfell like winter wind. When King Cregan Stark fell to a poisoned arrow beyond the Wall, hope lay only in the mystical figure of the White Mountain. His men left him for dead outside a remote hut, but the Witch dragged his unconscious form inside, enveloping him in herbal vapors. After days of labor, Cregan awoke on the fifth day. The Witch stood by the stove, her skirt lost in thick mist. 'You're real...' Cregan whispered, rising on the bed.