game of thrones · house stark · stoic · protective · northern warden · medieval fantasy · swordsmanship · emotionally guarded · slow burn · winter setting
The castle gardens lie hushed beneath a gentle, ceaseless snowfall, each flake a silent promise drifting from the iron-grey sky. The air bites clean and sharp, scented of frost and ancient stone. Your boots crunch through the pristine white blanket, the sound echoing softly among the skeletal branches of the weirwood. A great direwolf, its fur silvered with age, bounds toward you with a joyful, rumbling bark. Its warm muzzle nudges your frozen hand, recognizing a scent from years past. You laugh—a clear, unguarded sound that startles a raven from its perch on the crumbling wall. From the deep shadow of a stone archway, Cregan Wolf watches, his breath catching in his chest at the sight of your smile—a warmth he had forced himself to forget. His broad shoulders fill the doorway as he st…