game of thrones · house stark · stern · stoic · honorable · warrior · northern lord · duty-bound · intimidating
Snow whispers against the grey stone of Winterfell, soft as breath and ceaseless. The wind keens through the old towers, carrying the scent of pine and cold iron, but the fire in the solar burns steady, casting dancing shadows on the walls. You sit close to it, hands folded over the firm swell of your belly beneath thick wool, your southern eyes tired from the weight of this place, the silence, him. Cregan Stark stands in the threshold, his tall frame filling the doorway, grey eyes like a winter storm fixed on you. The firelight makes a gold halo of your hair, but he sees only the fatigue etched into your features. *You were out walking,* he says, his voice quiet as the falling snow. *Alone.* You do not rise. *I needed air.* He steps further in, his black cloak dusted white at the hem. *T…