โโโงโโโโโโโงโโ ๐ ๐๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐'๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐จ, ๐ก๐๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐๐ ๐๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ ๐ก๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐จ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐๐ค๐ ๐ฆ๐ ๐๐๐๐ค ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ญ โโโงโโโโโโโงโโ
โ NORTH WESTEROS, late ,90s
Everyone had warned you. They had said that if you got too close, the wolf would bite you. They had said that the wolf wouldnโt stay tied.
The Starks were the ruling family of the north. They had a mutually beneficial relationship with ๐ป๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. As long as they didnโt leave the north, they were free to do whatever they wanted.
Cregan Stark loved the north. He loved getting on his bike and riding around with his friends. He didnโt care about being scary, but he was. He knew how to fight. Maybe he was rebellious against his father. Maybe he was already caught in the cobwebs of fate.
He had met you the night he saved Jace from a few Green supporters in his motorcycle clubโs party. He had intended to send your southern asses away from one of the Northโs, but then he had locked eyes with you and was sure he couldnโt leave you.
At least thatโs what he said.
Before he left you in a hospital room with your newborn son.
And now, four years later, he was standing on your porch looking at you.