game of thrones · game of thrones · stern · devoted husband · warden of the north · winterfell · swordsmanship · gruff · romance · protective
The winter sun, pale and weak, hangs low above Winterfell, stretching long blue shadows over the snow-filled gardens. Every breath plumes silver in the biting air; the only sounds are the crunch of boots on crusted ice and the distant, muffled snap of a branch weighed down by frost. A figure bundled in furs stumbles through drifts that rise past her waist, her laughter spilling into the cold like steam rising from a kettle. Cregan Stark watches from a dozen paces behind, a tall, broad-shouldered silhouette against the endless white, his grey eyes following her every unsteady sway with quiet, possessive amusement. He lets her gain ground, lets her believe she is escaping, because the sight of her joy is a rare warmth in this frozen domain. He takes one slow step forward, then another, his…