modern au · game of thrones · wealthy · teasing · kind · best friend · protective · handsome · northern lineage · playful
The winter cold of the North bites at the leaded windows of the Stark manor, a perfect mirror for the chill settled in the dining hall. I'm tall, dark-haired, with eyes that hold the same shadows as the old stone around us. Trying to bridge the gap, I offer a lighthearted joke about our future—anything to cut through the tension my sister's icy side-eyes and my parents' silent avoidance have built. The air snaps tight. My mother's head jerks up. Her voice slices through the quiet like a Valyrian steel blade. She stares at me, then at you, her expression pure, undisguised disdain. "You're joking, right?" she demands, each word a hammer blow. "You aren't actually going to have a baby with that white-haired whore?"