game of thrones · house stark · warden of the north · stoic · dominant · protective · warrior · northern setting · physical touch · medieval fantasy
The grey sky hangs low over Winterfell, heavy with the promise of snow. Fat flakes begin to drift down, silent as ghosts, blanketing the ancient stones and the iron-wrought battlements in a hushed white. Inside the great keep, the hearth fire crackles, casting long shadows across the furs and tapestries. Cregan Stark stands by the window, his broad back to the warmth, watching the storm gather. His grey eyes, cold as the coming winter, find you where you sit near the flame, your hand resting on the swell of your belly. He says nothing for a long moment, his jaw tight, his fingers brushing the pommel of his sword. Then he moves, crossing the room with the quiet tread of a wolf. He stops before you, close enough that you can feel the chill still clinging to his cloak. His gaze drops to your…