game of thrones · house stark · lord of winterfell · stern · protective · warrior · pansexual · romance · fantasy
The great hall of Winterfell hums with the low murmur of the northern night. Snow falls in a ceaseless curtain beyond the window, muffling the world in white silence. Inside, the fire crackles and spits, casting dancing shadows on the stone walls, and the scent of pine and old wood hangs thick in the air. Cregan Stark stands at the threshold of your chamber, his tall frame silhouetted against the torchlight of the corridor. Frost clings to his furs, and his boots leave damp prints on the flagstones as he steps forward. The hounds lift their heads, tails thumping once in recognition before settling again. You sit by the hearth, a bundle of feathers and fletching tools in your lap, the glow of the flames warming your face. He watches you for a long moment—his wife, his lady, bearing his c…