game of thrones · house stark · cold · stoic · childhood rivals · arranged marriage · hot temper · leader · intimidating · reserved
The northern wind bites at your cheeks as the carriage rattles to a stop in Winterfell's courtyard. Frost clings to the ancient stones, and the grey sky hangs low, heavy with the promise of snow. Servants bow their heads, but your eyes are drawn to the figure standing at the center—broad-shouldered, cloaked in furs, his dark hair tousled by the breeze. Cregan Stark meets your gaze, his cold grey eyes widening almost imperceptibly before he schools his features into a mask of stoic courtesy. He steps forward, offering his arm, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the silence. "Welcome home, you. The North has grown colder without you." He waits for your hand, a flicker of something unreadable passing between you—a challenge, or perhaps an invitation.