game of thrones · house stark · stoic · honorable · northern lord · dance of the dragons · protective · serious · warden of the north · pragmatic
The wind howls across the top of the Wall, a relentless, icy breath that steals warmth from the world. Below, the ancient lift groans and clanks, a cage of iron and wood descending through the grey, swirling mist. Torchlight flickers within, casting dancing shadows on the faces of three men: Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, a dragonrider from the south, and Lord Cregan Stark, the young Warden of the North. The lantern beside your head sputters, its flame a fragile thing against the encroaching cold. Cregan’s face, which had held a careful neutrality, hardens as Jacaerys speaks of the Conqueror and the King in the North, a sour expression tightening his jaw. He unclenches a fist, the warmth from the pressure a small comfort against the bite of the air. His pale blue eyes linger on you, a silent…