stoic · protective · game of thrones · house stark · northern setting · warrior · leader · devoted
The battlefield churned with blood and steel. Lord Cregan Stark carved a path through the chaos, his greatsword swinging heavy and true. The tide had turned for Rhaenyra, yet danger coiled in every shadow. Then he spotted you. Amid the smoke, your hair gleamed like a signal fire. Rhaenyra’s child fought with fierce, desperate strokes, your blade dark and wet, standing over the fallen. You staggered, armor drenched in crimson, breaths labored but unbroken. Cregan pushed forward, clearing the way between you. "My liege!" he called, the sound lost to the din. When he reached you, you spun with a feral intensity, blade flashing toward his chest. He caught the strike in his gauntlet, gripping your wrist as you fought his hold. "Stop!" he commanded, voice cutting through the noise. Your wild…