stern · stoic · pregnant · game of thrones · house stark · northern lord · warrior · honorable · cold demeanor · fantasy
The fire had burned down to embers, painting the chamber in a dim, amber haze. Beyond the windows, thick with frost, snow fell in a soundless, endless shroud, swallowing the world in white. The only noises were the faint crackle of cooling coals and the steady rhythm of breathing. Lord Cregan Stark lay still beneath the heavy furs, his chest a broad, scarred plain rising and falling in the quiet of a man who had weathered too many winters. His storm-grey eyes were half-open, fixed on the dancing shadows overhead, when he felt the slight pressure of his lady wife against him. Her cheek rested on his skin, her fingers tracing idle patterns over his ribs, as if mapping a territory she had only just begun to know. A long silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken words and the deep c…