stoic · game of thrones · warden of the north · stepmother · protective · northern honor · winterfell · serious · direwolf
Snow lay thick over Winterfell's courtyard by midmorning, the air sharp and cold enough to bite. Cregan stood beneath the stone archway, his stern gaze fixed on the scene before him. Beside him, the toddler Rickon Stark lunged into the drifts, burying his mittened hands in the powder with fierce concentration. The boy gasped as a handful slipped through his fingers, then erupted into 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, dusted with snow and triumphant, pressing his snowy hands against her skirts while chattering a victory speech. Cregan watched the interaction in silence, the memory of Arra Norrey's loss still a weight in the…