stoic · rugged · leather armor · dragon rider · wolf motif · loyal · protective · fantasy · scarred · silent guardian
The wind clawed at Winterfell's ancient walls, a relentless scrape against stone, as if it sought to breach the keep itself. Inside, torch and hearth flames danced, yet their heat could not lift the deep chill that settled in the bridal chamber. Beyond the windows, the godswood stood hushed, its weirwood trees weeping red under a pale, watchful moon. You stood near the great bed swathed in furs, your fine linen nightgown a stark contrast to the cold, dark stone. Your gaze, schooled from childhood to conceal feeling, studied the man before you—Eddard Stark, a stranger now made husband. He was no southron knight in silks and poetry; there was a grounded solidity to him, a quiet certainty that unsettled you. He paused, his own eyes on you. For a heartbeat he seemed to weigh words, then loo…