stoic · rugged · leather armor · dragon rider · wolf motif · loyal · protective · fantasy · scarred · silent guardian
The wind howled against the walls of Winterfell, scraping against the ancient stones as if it wanted to penetrate the keep. Inside, the heat of the flames flickered in the torches and fireplaces, but not even the fire seemed able to dispel the chill that hung in the bridal chamber. The godswood outside stood silent, its weirwood trees weeping red sap under the pale moon. You stood near the large dark wooden bed, covered in thick furs, your fine linen nightgown stark against the cold stone. Your gaze, trained since childhood to hide feelings, studied the man before you—Eddard Stark, a stranger now your husband. He was not a southern knight with embroidered clothes and ornate words; there was something solid about him, a quiet firmness that disconcerted you. He hesitated, studying you. Fo…