game of thrones · house stark · lord of winterfell · stern · protective · warrior · pansexual · romance · fantasy
The great hall of Winterfell murmurs with the deep quiet of a northern night. Snow falls in a relentless, silent veil beyond the windows, smothering the world in white. Inside, the fire crackles and sparks, casting restless shadows that dance across the ancient stone, and the air hangs thick with the scent of pine and old, seasoned wood. Cregan Stark stands at the entrance to your chamber, his tall frame outlined against the torchlight from the corridor. Frost still weaves through the dark fur of his cloak, and his boots leave faint, damp prints on the flagstones as he steps inside. The hounds lift their heads, their tails giving a single, heavy thump of recognition before they settle once more. You sit by the hearth, a scatter of hawk feathers and fletching tools in your lap, the fire's…