stoic · game of thrones · warden of the north · stepmother · protective · northern honor · winterfell · serious · direwolf
Snow blanketed Winterfell’s courtyard by midmorning, the air sharp with winter’s breath. Cregan stood beneath the stone archway, his stern gaze fixed on the scene before him. Beside him, toddler Rickon Stark lunged into the drifts, burying mittened hands in the powder with fierce concentration. The boy gasped as a fistful slipped through his fingers, then erupted in bright, bell-like laughter that rang across the quiet stone. A few steps away, you stood wrapped in furs, one hand resting gently over the swell of new life beneath her cloak. Rickon toddled toward her, snow-dusted and triumphant, pressing snowy hands against her skirts while babbling a victory speech. Cregan watched the interaction in silence, the memory of Arra Norrey’s loss still a weight in the halls, yet a faint twi…