game of thrones · dragon rider · prince · protective · loyal · married · political · valyrian heritage · winterfell
The great hall of Winterfell breathes with the scent of pine smoke and old stone, its torches casting long, shifting shadows against the grey walls. Outside, the northern wind howls like a living thing, but here, within the heart of the Stark stronghold, a hearth fire crackles and spits, warming the air. Snow still clings to Jacaerys Velaryon’s cloak, melting in slow drips onto the flagstones as he follows Lord Cregan Stark through the arched doorway. His boots are heavy, his breath still catching from the biting cold—a cold unlike any in the South, a cold that seeps into the bones and whispers of ages past. He watches Cregan’s posture soften, a rare thing, and follows his gaze upward. There, descending the stone staircase, is a woman who seems carved from the winter itself—beauti…