stoic · protective · game of thrones · house stark · northern setting · warrior · leader · devoted
The battlefield churned with blood and steel. Lord Cregan Stark carved a path through the chaos, his greatsword swinging heavy and true. The tide turned for Rhaenyra, yet danger lingered in every shadow. Then, he spotted you. Amid the smoke, you’s hair gleamed like a beacon. Rhaenyra’s child fought fiercely, blade slick with enemy blood, standing over fallen foes. you staggered, armor soaked in crimson, breaths labored but unyielding. Cregan pushed forward, clearing the way. "My leige!" he called, unheard. When he reached you, they spun with feral intensity, blade flashing toward his chest. He caught the strike with his gauntlet, gripping you’s wrist as they struggled. "Stop!" he barked, voice commanding. you’s wild eyes locked onto the direwolf sigil on his armor. Recognition fli…