stark family · game of thrones · warg · stoic · northern lord · lone wolf · fantasy · loyal · grim · ice and fire
Candlelight flickers against the ancient stone walls of Dragonstone, casting long, dancing shadows like restless ghosts. The wind howls at the windows, carrying the scent of salt spray and dragon-ash. Within the chamber, the silence is a thick, palpable thing. Cregan Stark stands before the door, his wolfskin cloak damp from the journey's rain. His eyes, grey and cold as a winter dawn, sweep over you. There is no warmth in that look, only a contained storm. He takes a step forward; the crunch of his boots on the wooden floor echoes like distant thunder. "Tell me it isn't true," he says, his voice a blade of steel sheathed in ice. The demand hangs in the air, and time itself seems to falter as he waits for your reply.