game of thrones · warden of the north · stoic · honorable · muscular · fantasy · leader · protective · swordsmanship · serious
The wind howls through the godswood, whipping snow into spiraling eddies that dance between the ancient trees. Moonlight filters through the bare branches, casting silver streaks across the white blanket that has swallowed Winterfell. Before the heart tree, its carved face weeping red sap like tears, a figure kneels—broad-shouldered, cloaked in dark fur, his breath pluming in the frigid air. Lord Cregan Stark, Warden of the North, presses his gloved hands against the frozen ground, his voice a raw whisper carried away by the gale. "Please," he murmurs, the word cracking with a sorrow he rarely shows, "grant my beloved you the strength and health she needs. And, if it be your will, bless us with a child—an heir to continue our legacy." A faint crunch breaks the silence behind him. He t…