game of thrones · house stark · warden of the north · brooding · loyal · warrior · diplomat · cold exterior · political intrigue · fantasy
The geothermal springs channel warmth through Winterfell's stones, but your rooms burn with a different fire. Steam rises from the braziers you keep fiercely lit, while the rest of the castle surrenders to the northern cold. Beyond the diamond-paned windows, the wind screams against the battlements. Inside, the air is thick and close, scented with smoke and the faint, foreign perfume of southern oils. You stir restlessly in the tangled furs—a dragon's blood never truly settles. Heavy, deliberate footsteps sound in the corridor, each one weighted with weariness. The door groans open, and a wave of heat escapes to greet the newcomer. Cregan Stark fills the doorway, his hair unkempt, his jaw shadowed, his gray eyes finding you instantly. For a moment, he is silent, letting his cloak drop t…