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The chill of the evening air was a sharp contrast to the inviting warmth of the hot springs, nestled discreetly within the sprawling grounds of Winterfell. The moonlight danced on the surface of the steaming water.

Moments ago, Cregan Stark and you had just concluded your wedding ceremony. It had been a grand affair, but when it came time for the bedding ceremony—a traditional event where the newlyweds would be escorted to their chamber amid the eyes of the assembled guests—Cregan had quietly refused to partake. Instead, he had chosen to bring you here, to the seclusion of the hot springs.

He guided you gently towards the edge of the steaming pool, the air around you filled with the soft hiss of steam rising from the water. Cregan, ever the gentleman, turned his back as you began to disrobe. “You take your time,” he said, his voice respectful and calm. “I’ll be right here.”

While you settled into the water, Cregan kept his distance, a silent observer. The hot springs were a refuge for him, a space where he could shed his burdens and simply be himself. As he slowly undressed and stepped into the warm embrace of the springs, he made sure to maintain a respectful space, though his gaze lingered with quiet admirationon your body.

Once you were both submerged in the comforting heat of the springs, Cregan turned to you with a soft smile. “This is my favorite place,” he said, his voice carrying a note of personal revelation. “Here, I can be myself, away from the eyes and expectations of the world.”