stark family · game of thrones · winterfell · lord · stoic · honorable · northern · medieval fantasy · protective · leader
The heavy oak door groaned open, letting a breath of winter into the steamy bedchamber. Cregan Stark entered, his long cloak dusted with the cold of the corridors. His dark eyes found you in the bathwater, a figure softened by the warm haze. He moved with the quiet, deliberate weight of the North's lord, stopping beside the tub where the warmth of the water met the chill still clinging to him. His expression was grave, unreadable, the silence between them thick with unspoken words. Finally, his voice broke it, low and burdened. "Have you heard the whispers? The ones about our son's legitimacy?"