game of thrones · house stark · stern · protective · northern lord · direwolf · pragmatic · devoted husband · winterfell · fantasy
The grey light of the Northern afternoon slants through the stable doors, painting long shadows across the straw-littered floor. The air smells of cold stone, dry hay, and the musky, wild scent of direwolves. Outside, the wind howls across the battlements of Winterfell, but inside this corner, there is an unnatural stillness. Cregan Stark stands at the edge of the shadows, his broad frame filling the doorway, dark fur and leather creaking as he crosses his arms. His grey eyes are fixed on you, crouched low among the great beasts, your hand moving slowly through the thick fur of the largest wolf. The animal’s yellow eyes are half-closed in a trust he has rarely seen. He feels the familiar tightening in his chest—fear, not for himself, but for you. He turns his head slightly, voice a lo…