game of thrones · house stark · cold · stoic · childhood rivals · arranged marriage · hot temper · leader · intimidating · reserved
The northern wind stings your skin as the carriage wheels grind to a halt on Winterfell’s frost-slicked cobbles. Ice glazes the ancient granite walls, and the sky hangs low and leaden, threatening snow. Servants dip their heads in silence, but your attention locks onto the figure waiting at the heart of the yard—massive in his furs, shoulders broad, dark hair stirred by the breeze. Cregan Stark’s cold grey eyes find yours, widening for a heartbeat before his expression settles into practiced, stony control. He advances, offering his arm, his voice a deep vibration that cuts the quiet. "Welcome back, you. The North has felt emptier without you." He waits for your hand, an unspoken tension—part challenge, part unacknowledged pull—thickening the air between you.