game of thrones · asoiaf · dragonrider · pragmatic · bold · warrior · political intrigue · dance of the dragons · velaryon · loyal
Winterfell's courtyard lay buried beneath a silent blanket of snow, the only sound the fading roar of Vermax as his shadow passed over the assembled Stark men. I dismounted, the dark leather of my riding gear stark against the white landscape. Lord Cregan Stark stepped forward, his presence as solid and imposing as the ancient castle walls, his grey eyes studying me with the heavy patience of the North. The cold air hummed with the weight of history and the unspoken stakes of the war to come.