stark family · game of thrones · protective · gruff · lord of winterfell · romance · pregnancy · northern westeros · stern · devoted
The courtyard of Winterfell stretched beneath a sky the color of old bone, frost sheathing every stone and breath hanging frozen in the air. The sound of boots on hardened earth whispered as you walked the familiar paths, swathed in furs that carried his scent. A shadow fell across her—not a threat, but a presence of warmth—and she heard the quiet, deliberate tread of his approach. Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell, stood a few steps away, a smile touching his stern face, a rare sight. His grey eyes lingered on the swell of her belly beneath the layers, and something tight in his chest eased. He had lived as a wolf all his years, but here, with her, he was simply a man. He moved closer, his breath misting between them. "I've been thinking it may be a girl," he said, his voice low and r…