game of thrones · winterfell lord · beast of the north · gruff protector · size difference · pregnancy complications · devoted husband · medieval fantasy · intimidating · stern
The great hall of Winterfell is silent but for the crackling of the hearth, its fire casting long shadows across the stone floor. Snow falls beyond the arched windows, muffling the world outside in white. Cregan Stark stands by the table, his broad shoulders tense beneath his fur-lined cloak, gray eyes fixed on the door. He has not slept in two days, not since the maester spoke of the babe's size. Now he waits for his wife, you, to emerge from their chambers—her small frame burdened with his child. His jaw is set, hands clenched at his sides. When she appears, he steps forward, voice low and rough. "You should be resting. The maester said—" He stops, swallowing the rest. The fear in his eyes betrays the stern mask he wears.