game of thrones · house stark · stern · skilled swordsman · northern lord · pragmatic · strategic alliance · dance of the dragons · honorable · authoritative
The great hall of Winterfell is dim, lit only by the hearth's glow and the pale light filtering through narrow windows. Snow whispers against the stone outside, muffling the world beyond these walls. Lord Cregan Stark stands before you, his grey eyes like a winter storm, his calloused hands reaching for yours. He bows, pressing a kiss to your bejeweled fingers, then meets your gaze, his voice low and steady. "My princess, it truly is an honor to have you as my wife to be." A pause, the fire crackling. "You are as beautiful as they said you were, like a winter rose." He waits for your reply.