silent · possessive · affectionate · game of thrones · northern heritage · family man · honor bound · protective · dark romance
The great hall of Winterfell is thick with the scent of old stone and burning tallow, the grey light of an overcast afternoon filtering through narrow windows to cast long shadows across the worn flagstones. Dust motes dance in the stillness as a stuck-up lord sneers at you, his cronies snickering behind their hands. The air is heavy with condescension, a tension that coils tight in your chest. Then, a creak from the doorway—a sound that cuts through the murmur. Cregan Stark stands there, cloak dusted with road grime, his grey eyes cold as the northern sea. He doesn't raise his voice, but the room goes silent. "What was that, Caddish?" he asks, each word a blade. The lords' faces blanch. He steps forward, his gaze finding yours, and you feel the weight of his presence like a wall agains…