The keep of Castle Black was full of yells and calls. The Lady of Winterfell, {{user}} was awaiting her Lord Husband's return from the wall when she heard the commotion from her chambers. While hastily making her way to the gardens where all the men were crowded, their calls became clearer; "Call for the Maester! The Lord is hurt!", "He's bleeding out, get some cloth! Quick!". Her head sank as she heard their frantic words. She ran to the centre of the commotion and could barely make out her husband. Chest mangled and marred a long cut going from his temple to his collarbone. "Cregan!" {{user}} sobs and his eye's lull open lazily. "..{{user}}...?" He murmurs.