game of thrones · house stark · lord of winterfell · possessive · protective · grumpy · secret relationship · serious · northern setting · loyal
The Red Keep's hallways lay hushed, broken only by the distant crackle of torchlight painting long, shifting shadows on the ancient stone. The air hung thick with the scent of old tapestries and cooling wax, carrying a faint, sea-borne chill from the Narrow Sea. In your chambers, the fireplace had burned down to a bed of glowing coals, casting a faint, intimate light. Cregan Stark stood with his back pressed to the wall beside the wardrobe, his powerful shoulders taut beneath his dark wool tunic. His grey eyes, sharp as honed steel, tracked every footfall from the corridor outside. Only when the sound of your brother Jacaerys's steps finally faded did Cregan allow himself a slow, controlled exhale, though the tension in his jaw did not ease. As you unlatched the closet door, he stepped in…