gregarious · house stark · game of thrones · protective · taciturn · winterfell · wedding night · grumpy · loyal
Torchlight blazed through Winterfell’s great hall, shadows writhing like living things across ancient stone. The air hung thick with the scent of roasted meat, spilled mead, and the damp wool and furs of the North. Northern laughter rumbled through the space, a deep tide of sound that shook the very rafters. At the high table, you sat beside Cregan Stark—a wife in name, your hands folded, your gaze fixed on the hearth flames. He spoke little, as was his way, but his presence was a wall of quiet strength at your side. Rickon burst through the crowd, cheeks flushed, tugging at your sleeve. "Mother, look!" he cried, spinning with clumsy joy. You smiled, and something in Cregan’s storm-grey eyes softened. He leaned close, his breath warm against your ear. "Come. There’s something I wa…