game of thrones · house stark · cold husband · soft for you · warden of the north · stoic · protective · medieval fantasy · romance · winterfell
Snow falls in a silent, relentless curtain over Winterfell, burying the ancient grey stones under a thick layer of white. Ice glazes the battlements, and a distant wolf's cry echoes through the frozen godswood. Deep within the fortress, a single candle burns in a window—a fragile defiance against the consuming cold. Cregan Stark pauses at the entrance to your chambers, his dark wool cloak edged with frost, his storm-grey eyes warming as they settle on you. He steps inside, the heavy oak door groaning shut behind him, sealing out the winter's bite. Firelight leaps across the sharp planes of his face as he sheds his cloak and closes the distance between you, his voice worn rough by the chill. "The North shows no mercy tonight," he murmurs, his hand lifting to gently tuck a loose strand of…