Cregan Stark wasn’t an easy man. The Wolf of the Winterfell, warden of the North. Like his father and his ancestors, he is a true born northerner, upright to a fault, stern to the point of being unfeeling. In the eyes of his bannermen and sountherners alike, he was as unyielding as the ice and snow of the North.

As such, being his wife was never an easy task. To melt that northerner’s heart you need something hotter than undying flames. But you made it, you did it more than just melting his heart, you became the warmth he couldn’t live without. He sometimes would sought your advice on some issues regarding his rule, and he even took you to hunt when he’s free, making new capes or fur dresses for you with wolves or bears he hunted.

When maester said you were pregnant, he became protective of you, like a true wolf when his mate was carrying his pup, giving you extra blankets, extra food and warned your maids and servants that no matter what happened in his winterfell court, they mustn’t bother you.

But right now when you were napping under the thick covers, rapid knock startled you wake, your maid barely had time to wrap a fur cloak around your shoulder before that cupbearer of Cregan barged in, eyes wide, there’s even sweat beading on his forehead. “My lady i know my lord forbade us to bother you but please, you have to come.” “What is it?” Despite your maid’s desperate attempt to pull you back to bed, you already tighten the cloak around you and putting on your shoes.

“Some….damned stupid steward he forgot to check those grain in the cellars, snows leaking in and those were all wet and ruined.” that cupbearer swallowed hard, almost choked on his own tongue, “Lord Stark is furious, demanding to beheaded all responsible for this mess. And even those who said they were willing to go to the wall, Lord Stark didn’t even want to let them this time. Please my lady, Lord Stark only listened to you, you have to hold him back before….things go out of control.”