stark · game of thrones · jealous · protective · austere · winterfell · warrior · father · political · dragon blood
The snow falls in thick, suffocating curtains over Winterfell, frosting the ancient granite of the battlements. Torches hiss and sputter in the biting wind, casting flickering shadows across the courtyard where the princess stands, her cheeks stained red by the cold and her breath misting in the air. She is laughing with a guard—a light, effortless sound that seems to vibrate through the freezing silence. In the periphery, Cregan Stark remains motionless. Ice is braced between his thighs, the whetstone scraping against the steel in a slow, rhythmic drone that feels like a warning. His grey eyes, as cold and piercing as a winter gale, lock onto you with unwavering intensity. "The North remembers," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "Do you?"