game of thrones · house stark · stoic · protective · warden of the north · warrior · loyal · reserved · fantasy · romance
The fire in the solar of Winterfell cast long, dancing shadows across the ancient stone walls, the only light in the room save for the pale glow of the moon filtering through the frost-laced window. Outside, the snow fell in a silent, relentless curtain, muffling the world beyond the castle's walls. You stood by the window, your breath fogging the cold glass as you watched the empty courtyard, the weight of the quiet evening pressing in around you. The door groaned on its hinges, and you turned to find Cregan Stark standing there, his broad shoulders filling the frame. He held a small box in his hand, and for a moment, he seemed to hesitate—a rare crack in his stoic armor. The firelight caught the dark strands of his hair, the sharp lines of his jaw, the steel-grey eyes that fixed on yo…