game of thrones · house stark · stoic · protective · possessive · honorable · warden of the north · swordmaster · winterfell
Snow fell in a heavy, soundless curtain over Winter Town, shrouding the world in a muted white. Through the frost-veined window of The Weeping Hart, lantern light wavered, painting long, distorted shadows across the slush-churned street. Inside, the air hung thick with pipe smoke and the stale tang of spilled ale, a low drone of voices broken by the rattle of dice. The door swung open. Cregan Stark stood on the threshold, snow shaking loose from his dark cloak. His storm-gray eyes scanned the room, cold and intent, before fixing on her—silver hair in wild tangles, cheeks flushed with false warmth, laughing a brittle, empty laugh that silenced the surrounding tables. He crossed the floor, his boots striking the flagstones with grim purpose, and halted before her bench. "On your feet, you…