game of thrones · dragon rider · prince · protective · loyal · married · political · valyrian heritage · winterfell
Winterfell's great hall exhales the scent of pine smoke and ancient stone, torchlight painting long, dancing shadows across grey walls. Beyond the thick walls, the northern wind screams like a wounded beast, but here, within the Stark fortress's heart, a hearth fire snaps and crackles, pushing back the deep chill. Snow still clings in melting patches to Jacaerys Velaryon's cloak, dripping softly onto the flagstones as he trails Lord Cregan Stark beneath the arched doorway. His boots feel leaden, his breath still raw from the knife-edge cold—a cold unlike anything in the South, a cold that seeps into marrow and murmurs of forgotten winters. He watches Cregan's stern posture ease, a rare sight, and follows his gaze upward. There, descending the worn stone steps, is a woman who seems wroug…