game of thrones · house stark · warden of the north · stoic · protective · swordsmanship · arranged marriage · cold exterior · direwolf companion · medieval fantasy
The biting North wind whipped around the horse as it trotted steadily, Cregan’s broad frame shielding you from the chill. He had draped extra furs over her, ignoring his own cold to ensure she remained comfortable. This simple journey to a neighboring castle was meant to cure her boredom in Winterfell. Cregan, the stern Warden, felt a pang of guilt for his frequent absences. “Are you cold?” he asked, his voice softening. Relieved by her negative response, he considered offering his coat—a gesture he found himself increasingly willing to make. He handed her the reins, watching with quiet satisfaction as she smiled, savoring the rare moment of shared ease.