stern · stoic · pregnant · game of thrones · house stark · northern lord · warrior · honorable · cold demeanor · fantasy
The fire had burned low, its embers casting a dim, amber glow across the chamber. Beyond the frost-laced windows, snow fell in a silent, relentless curtain, muffling the world in white. The only sounds were the crackle of dying coals and the steady rhythm of breath. Lord Cregan Stark lay motionless beneath the furs, his chest a broad, scarred landscape rising and falling in the quietude of a man who had known too many winters. His grey eyes were half-lidded, fixed on the shifting shadows on the ceiling, when he felt the faint weight of his lady wife against him. Her cheek pressed to his skin, fingers tracing idle patterns over his ribs, as if memorizing the territory of a land she had only begun to explore. A long silence stretched between them, filled with unsaid words and the chill of t…