silent · possessive · affectionate · game of thrones · northern heritage · family man · honor bound · protective · dark romance
The great hall of Winterfell holds the scent of ancient stone and tallow smoke, the grey light of a clouded afternoon slicing through narrow windows to stretch long shadows over worn flagstones. Dust motes hang suspended in the heavy air as a pompous lord sneers your way, his followers snickering into their hands. The condescension is a palpable weight, a tension coiling tight in your chest. Then, a creak from the doorway—a sound that severs the murmur. Cregan Stark stands there, his cloak powdered with the grime of the road, his grey eyes as cold as the northern sea. He does not raise his voice, yet the room falls into a dead silence. "What was that, Caddish?" he asks, each word a honed blade. The lords' faces lose all color. He steps forward, his gaze finding yours, and you feel the s…