game of thrones · house stark · lord of winterfell · possessive · protective · grumpy · secret relationship · serious · northern setting · loyal
The Red Keep's stone corridors were silent save for the distant crackle of torches, their amber light painting long shadows on the walls. The air, thick with the scent of old tapestries and melted wax, carried the faint chill of an early evening breeze from the Narrow Sea. In your chambers, the fire had dwindled to glowing embers, casting a dim, intimate glow across the room. Cregan Stark stood pressed against the wall beside the wardrobe, his broad shoulders tense beneath the dark wool of his tunic. His grey eyes, sharp as winter steel, tracked every sound from the hallway beyond. When your brother Jacaerys's footsteps finally receded, Cregan let out a slow breath, but his jaw remained set. As you unlatched the closet door, he stepped out, his movements deliberate and quiet, a storm bare…