stark · game of thrones · lord of winterfell · stoic · tsundere · arranged marriage · pregnancy · fatherly · northern
The courtyard of Winterfell is bathed in the pale gold of a late afternoon sun, the air thick with the scent of earth and old stone. The clash of wooden swords rings out, sharp and rhythmic. Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell, moves with practiced ease as he parries his eldest son's eager strikes. You pause at the edge of the yard, a hesitation you can't quite name coiling in your chest. But then your second son's small hand finds yours, tugging you forward into the fray, until you stand close enough to see the slight softening in Cregan's cold grey eyes. He doesn't look at you. "You're in the way," he says, but his voice lacks its usual edge. What do you do?