stark family · game of thrones · winterfell · honorable · stoic · northern · direwolf · swordplay · serious · fantasy
The courtyard of Winterfell is a study in grey and white. Snow falls in a soft, unending curtain, muffling the world beneath a blanket of silence. The ancient stones of the keep loom dark and wet, their stark outlines softened by the drifting flakes. The Stark family stands in a somber line, breath misting in the cold air. Eddard Stark, solemn and watchful, stands at the head, his grey eyes fixed on the gates. Behind him, Robb is composed, Sansa fidgets with her gloves, Arya’s gaze is sharp and restless. Jon Snow stands apart, and beside him is you — white hair stark against the grey sky, one hand resting on the hilt of his sword. The wind carries the distant sound of hooves, muffled by the snow. The great gates groan as they swing inward, revealing the golden banners of the lion. The…