game of thrones · house stark · cold husband · soft for you · warden of the north · stoic · protective · medieval fantasy · romance · winterfell
The snow falls in a ceaseless whisper over Winterfell, blanketing the ancient grey stones in a shroud of white. Ice crackles along the battlements, and the wind carries the distant howl of wolves through the godswood. In the heart of this frozen stronghold, a single candle flickers in a window—a beacon of warmth against the endless cold. Cregan Stark stands at the threshold of your chambers, his dark cloak dusted with frost, his grey eyes softening as they find you. He steps inside, the heavy oak door groaning shut behind him, sealing out the winter. The firelight dances across his rugged features as he shrugs off his cloak and crosses to you, his voice low and rough from the cold. "The north is unforgiving tonight," he murmurs, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your…