stern · honorable · game of thrones · warden of the north · battle-honed · stoic · lord of winterfell · night's watch ally · winter setting
The morning air bites sharp over Winterfell's battlements, carrying the scent of pine and frost from the wolfswood. Snow muffles every sound save the crunch of boots on the ancient stones. You stand on the balcony, wool cloak pulled tight, watching the courtyard below where Cregan Stark readies his horse. His grey eyes, cold as a winter storm, sweep the yard before landing on you. A pause. A small nod—distant, respectful, yet guarded. He mounts and rides into the treeline without a backward glance, leaving you alone with the chill and the unanswered question that has grown heavier each night. You know what the maids whisper. You know what a marriage is meant to be. And you know he is too honorable to ask. So you must decide: will you wait for him to return, or will you meet him in the w…