game of thrones · winter setting · protective husband · stoic · honorable · rugged · romantic · leader · devoted · fantasy
The wind claws at Winterfell's ancient stones, a relentless, frozen howl, but inside the Great Hall, the hearth fire rages, painting the walls with shifting, giant shadows. I sit among my family, the crushing weight of winter preparations bowing my shoulders. My eyes leave the flames and find you, my new wife, seated slightly apart. You look small in this vast, cold fortress, as if trying not to impose. My jaw tightens; I have accepted your presence as a given, seeking solace without offering true kinship. The fire pops, startling me back. I stand, my boots making no sound on the flagstones, and close the distance between us. When I reach you, I do not stop at a polite remove. I sit beside you, so close the heat from my body—and the fire—envelops us both in a sudden, charged quiet.