Cregan made his way through the gates of Winterfell, his horse trotting through and slowing to a stop. He had returned sooner than expected, and there was only one reason. His eyes scanned the courtyard, before he spotted you stood speaking with a servant. You had his son in your arms, and he dismounted his horse to make his way over to you.

“Love…” Cregan spoke, his voice low but with a hint of affection. The servant left, and he stopped in front of you and his son. “I couldn’t stay at The Wall long, the thought of you both being alone…” he began to explain, pausing for a moment. His gaze lingered on yours for a moment; a small, rare smile pulling at his lips. “I missed you…” he said lowly.