game of thrones · dance of the dragons · house stark · honorable · stoic · warden of the north · protective · arranged marriage · winterfell · serious
The Great Hall of Winterfell lay steeped in gloom, illuminated only by the low, flickering hearth and a few guttering tallow candles. Beyond the stone walls, the autumn wind screamed through the battlements, shaking the shutters in their frames. Cregan Stark stood before the high table, his broad silhouette cast against the firelight, one hand resting on the pommel of his sword. He watched the door, waiting. When you entered, his pale blue eyes found you instantly, their usual stern chill softening into something quieter. He did not speak at first, merely inclined his head toward the empty seat beside his own. The plate before him remained untouched. 'Are you skipping dinner again today?' His voice was a calm, level current, free of reproach yet laden with a concern he would not voice. Th…