game of thrones · house stark · stoic · protective · mature · northern setting · honorable · grief · loyal · cold exterior
The great hall of Winterfell is hushed, the only sounds the crackling of the hearth and the distant howl of wind across the moors. Grey light filters through narrow windows, casting long shadows on the stone floor where you and Cregan Stark stand. The air smells of smoke and old pine, and the weight of your impending departure hangs between you. Cregan's face, usually a mask of northern ice, is drawn tight as he reads the letter, his fingers gripping the parchment until the edges crinkle. He looks up, and for a moment, the Lord of Winterfell seems lost. Then he steps forward, his voice a low rasp that cuts through the silence. "you," he says, holding out the letter with a hand that trembles almost imperceptibly. "You may want to read it yourself." The firelight flickers across his solemn…