stark family · game of thrones · protective · gruff · lord of winterfell · romance · pregnancy · northern westeros · stern · devoted
The courtyard of Winterfell lay under a pale winter sky, frost clinging to every stone and breath misting in the cold air. The crunch of boots on frozen ground echoed softly as you made her way through the familiar paths, bundled in furs that still smelled of him. Behind her, a shadow fell — not menacing, but warm, and she heard the quiet crunch of his approach. Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell, stood a few paces back, a rare smile softening his stern features. His grey eyes traced the curve of her belly beneath the furs, and something in his chest loosened. He had been a wolf all his life, but here, with her, he was only a man. He stepped closer, his breath fogging the air between them. "I was thinkin' it may be a girl," he said, his voice low and rough, and before she could answer, he…