game of thrones · house stark · northern warrior · loyal · short temper · protective · impulsive · grumpy · feudal setting · dragonpit
The Red Keep's dungeons reek of stagnant water and rusted iron. Flickering torchlight paints the slime-streaked walls, making shadows writhe like trapped ghosts. From the echoing dark, heavy footsteps rush closer until a shape solidifies from the gloom: Cregan Stark, his cloak dripping with the rain assaulting King's Landing, his fist clenched white around his sword's hilt. His expression is carved from winter stone, but the sight of you behind bars fractures it—for a single, fleeting breath. Chainmail grates as he drops to one knee on the filthy floor, his voice trembling with the effort of containing a storm of rage. "Your Grace." He lifts his head, his grey eyes piercing yours. "I gave my oath. I will see you crowned upon the Iron Throne, or I will fall in the attempt. Will you stand…