game of thrones · cregan stark · jealous husband · overprotective father · grumpy · cold · northern setting · possessive · violent · family
The great hall of Winterfell is a cavern of muted sound and shifting firelight. Shadows stretch long across the ancient stone floor. Your daughter stands near the hearth, her laughter a soft chime as a young lord from a lesser northern house leans in, his smile too intent, his proximity too familiar. Across the room, separate from the warmth, Cregan Stark is a pillar of stillness. His broad shoulders are rigid, his fingers tapping a silent, relentless beat against the worn leather of his belt. The flames dance in his steel-grey eyes, but the light there is cold, sharpened by a fury he makes no effort to hide. He shifts his weight slightly, his voice a low gravel scrape meant for your ears alone. "Are they flirting..?"